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Bonnie doesn't have to do much. Except try keep four boys out of jail, and occasionally clean up the house.
At age 20, she lives almost worry-free, in a house with her boyfriend, his brother, and his two best friends. All of whom sell pot, and other drugs if there's a demand for them. And they're good at it. On almost any day, you could find a pound of it sitting in the back living room.
They all have jobs, at restaurants, tobacco shops, grocery stores, anything that will give them a cover. Except for Bonnie.
She lives in the house at no cost. In return, she keeps her ear to the ground, listening for any news that they might be hot, and they need to be more careful about selling. Other than that, she just plays Mommy. Most people would think that she was, always talking about "Her boys” and how much she loves them. All of the boys were good to her. If ever she had a problem with someone, they were all over it. They all paid the bills on time, and she wanted for nothing.
But as well as all of this started out, Bonnie's getting tired of it. She's getting tired of being in the house all day, tired of being told she can't have people over all the time because the boys didn't want to “draw attention” to the house. She's tired of realizing that the boys were turning into hypocrites. She's tired of asking her boyfriend for money, tired of lusting after all the boys in the house because of a boring relationship and a lousy sex life.
Never would she normally think about getting with the other boys. Bonnie was a loyal friend, and a ride or die girlfriend. But these weren't normal circumstances anymore. It wasn't hard to tell that her boys, and the people they brought to the house would all love to get a piece of Bonnie. She was tall, tan, and thin, long legs bringing her to a height of 5'8”. Bright green eyes that seemed to be the same color as the weed in the backroom, full lips that always seemed to be in a smile, all framed by dark brown hair that faded into a sun-bleached blonde.
So when she decides that she could fix the situation, she just has to wait for the right time. But how awkward was it going to be, trying to pimping yourself out to your boyfriends' friends, or anyone that would be willing to pay?
Bonnie doesn't have to do much. Except try keep four boys out of jail, and occasionally clean up the house.
At age 20, she lives almost worry-free, in a house with her boyfriend, his brother, and his two best friends. All of whom sell pot, and other drugs if there's a demand for them. And they're good at it. On almost any day, you could find a pound of it sitting in the back living room.
They all have jobs, at restaurants, tobacco shops, grocery stores, anything that will give them a cover. Except for Bonnie.
She lives in the house at no cost. In return, she keeps her ear to the ground, listening for any news that they might be hot, and they need to be more careful about selling. Other than that, she just plays Mommy. Most people would think that she was, always talking about "Her boys” and how much she loves them. All of the boys were good to her. If ever she had a problem with someone, they were all over it. They all paid the bills on time, and she wanted for nothing.
But as well as all of this started out, Bonnie's getting tired of it. She's getting tired of being in the house all day, tired of being told she can't have people over all the time because the boys didn't want to “draw attention” to the house. She's tired of realizing that the boys were turning into hypocrites. She's tired of asking her boyfriend for money, tired of lusting after all the boys in the house because of a boring relationship and a lousy sex life.
Never would she normally think about getting with the other boys. Bonnie was a loyal friend, and a ride or die girlfriend. But these weren't normal circumstances anymore. It wasn't hard to tell that her boys, and the people they brought to the house would all love to get a piece of Bonnie. She was tall, tan, and thin, long legs bringing her to a height of 5'8”. Bright green eyes that seemed to be the same color as the weed in the backroom, full lips that always seemed to be in a smile, all framed by dark brown hair that faded into a sun-bleached blonde.
So when she decides that she could fix the situation, she just has to wait for the right time. But how awkward was it going to be, trying to pimping yourself out to your boyfriends' friends, or anyone that would be willing to pay?
