That night, I was chatting with Ron on the phone. He didn't say it, but I knew he was desperate to be my boyfriend. I didn't say it, but I knew I could do better. Still, I decided to string him along as my plan continued to evolve.
"Maybe my mom can drive us there." I was talking about the school where his father was principal.
Ron wanted me badly, I knew. Badly enough to find out the code to the security system and "borrow" his father's keys to the school. Neither one of us, however, were old enough to drive. He didn't even know where I lived. Ron had seen Donna and me dancing together at the club, so I had to explain she was my stepmom, not my real mother. That would have made our incestuous lesbian mating dance too weird. He was okay with it. He was a horny teenage boy, he would have been okay with anything I said, but I didn't want to push him too much.
