Nice 18 year old teen stripping on a chair
Nic worms his way into more than her home.
Twenty. Offered Scott an 18 year old at Dowling High. He stood in front of the Mattison House on 85th street with his friends Donny and Nicolai.
That s not even enough to compensate the hit I m going to get when she opens the freakin door! Donny interjected running his hand through his thin mane of dirty blonde hair ignoring the few strands that fell into his gray eyes. He was also 18 and was in several of Scott and Nicolai s classes at Dowling High.
Dude give me fifty and I ll do it. Nicolai volunteered pushing past Donny to grab the money from Scott.
Nice remember you gotta get into the house. You gotta get her to let you in. Scott reminded him as he started up the pathway to the dark mansion.
Yeah yeah stuff it Scott. Nicolai dismissed his friend s words and pulled his long black hair out of his green eyes and back into a pony tail.
The Mattison House was occupied by Tatiana Mattison a very independent self-reliant 19 year old. Never associating with other kids at school she was deemed a loner early in her school career. Her parents often went away months at a time traveling overseas and on business trips so she was usually left in the care of the butler Herbert and the live-in maid Jacqueline. They never interfered in her daily life just left her alone and made sure she came down to breakfast and dinner everyday.
Upstairs in her tower bedroom she watched the three boys from her class standing out on her walk.
What nonsense how many times has this happened? A group of kids thinking she is some kind of witch standing outside her house daring the other to ring her doorbell.
Throwing on a plain blue dress she pulled her blue/black hip-length hair up into a clip and started down the stairs expecting the doorbell to ring any second.
Sure enough two seconds later the sound of Beethoven filled the parlor. Herbert being the older man he was called for them to wait as he scuffled down the hall.
It s alright I ve got it. Tatiana gave a weak smile as she opened the door. What do you want Nic? she stared into the boy s green eyes with her piercing blues.
Oh hey Tatiana uhm…. He stuttered trying to find an excuse for him being there. Words eluded his mouth.
She set her weight on one hip leaned against the door and waited patiently for a lame excuse. Well?
He smiled sweetly and leaned against the doorframe close to her face. You know that test we have coming up in A.P. Psych?
The one on disorders?
Yeah!
What about it? Oh let me guess you want tutoring?
Please Tatiana? I really need this. You ve seen my grades! he made a sad attempt at a puppy dog face and pouted.
Yeah and I wonder why you re in there.
Sighing Tatiana pondered her situation. Continue Reading »









