Pov: Stepmother’s Intimate Encounter In Lingerie

She’d never so much as touched a cigarette before and now this boy was offering her marijuana? “Do you go to Ashwood…?” she asked, unsure whether she still had his attention. “One night,” she said, voice more stern now, “After tonight, you can barricade yourself in here and study as much as you’d like.”
She thought about saying no again, the thought of being around crowds of other people her age making her anxious. My shit ain’t good enough for you? She shuffled awkwardly through the crowd, trying her hardest to go unnoticed. “Fine,” she agreed, nodding her head, “But you need to leave me alone the rest of the weekend…”
Elizabeth stood up and walked to her closet, pulling out a red silk blouse and a black skirt. “Wow, I’m so-sorry…” she apologized, “I don-don’t feel good… I think I sh-should go home…”
He glanced over at her finally, smirking, “You’re not going home, bitch.