"I'll be back later!" I called out before slamming the door and nearly running to my bike.
I pedaled quickly and didn't stop until my house was out of sight. Only then, I slowed down and took a breath. I didn't want to have to encounter anyone, so I snuck to the door, and then fled. Everything at home had been way too much for me. Dealing with my sisters the way they were now was a lot to take in. I was confused, horny, and a bit ashamed.
Playing around with people I barely knew, or a childhood friend I hadn't talked to in months, that was one thing. To see my sisters running around topless and my mom acting like a pervert, it really was a brain overload. I needed to spend some time to myself, and I'd never get that at home, locked in that room of mine that isn't really my room. I needed a breather, and a chance to deal with things myself.
There was one problem. I had no clue where I wanted to go. I slowed down my bike and started to catch my breath. Why don't I think about it rationally? I was in a world where men were chased after and women were rather easy. I remembered watching a video once where they sent a guy and a girl out, each asking 100 random strangers for anonymous sex. The man couldn't find a single woman who said yes, while the woman had around half of the men say yes. That was without a conversation, just walking up and saying, let's fuck!
Some argued that the evidence was skewed because of this reason or that, but I still thought it was pretty telling. Whether women wanted it or not, they were taught to reject it outright. Since the values in this world were reversed, then that meant it was now men who were chaste and women who sought out sex. I didn't know how long this world would remain this way. It was too much to believe it was just a dream at this point, but that didn't mean this world might turn back to normal tomorrow.
So, the question I should be asking myself is what should I try out while things were still crazy. What things have I always wanted to do that I never got to do? Shouldn't I take advantage of this? In many ways, it's every guy's dream to be in a world like this. So, pretending that I only had the world in this state for the next twenty-four hours, what should I do?
While I was contemplating that question while half-standing, half-sitting on my bike, a car pulled up next to me and a window rolled down. I glanced over to see a woman peaking her head out. She was a middle-aged woman. She was neither particularly pretty nor particularly ugly. She mid-length straight brown hair, brown eyes, average tits, and wore typical jeans and a shirt. There was nothing remarkable about her. She was a pretty average woman who normally I would have ignored and would likely have ignored me in the old world.
"Hey, beautiful, you need a ride?" She asked, giving me a smile that I felt was slightly off.
"Seriously? I'm sixteen!" I said in a flabbergasted voice.
She blushed ashamedly, but recovered quickly. "Y-you look older. It's fine. I can take you wherever you want."
"You want to fuck me?" My expression darkened as I managed to connect this scenario with my old world.
"Ah! N-no! I just was offering a ride! I swear!"
"You think I'm stupid?" I suddenly felt some anger bubbling inside me.
"I was just offering, damn, don't be such a bitch!" Her expression turned ugly and she pulled away, ready to drive off.
I couldn't exactly understand why I was upset, but partly it was because she was so blatant about her desires. It wasn't even like she was being subtle. She drove over and offered a ride to a guy alone. I'm riding a bike! Did she expect me just to abandon it? She totally just wanted to fuck some cute sixteen-year-old.
Is that what I was in this world? Is it cute like my sisters were cute in the old world? I had to assume I must be at least somewhat attractive. There wasn't just my sisters, my mom, and my friend, but my friend's mom, the doctor, and even the first woman who hit me and caused me to end up in this world. They had all hit on me or seemed to desire me in one way or another.
So, I found myself in one of these situation's women would talk about where they were creeped out because some older guy hit on them. Except, I didn't feel creeped out at all. I felt annoyed. First off, I was already sexually frustrated because of everything I had to face at home. Then, as I'm trying to think about it, I suddenly have some woman in her thirties pulling over and hitting on me. She's not as old as my mom, but she wasn't young either.
A normal girl in this situation would run away and blog about how scared she was to her friends. However, I wasn't normal. I was completely unlike them. So, how would I act in this situation? Still feeling angry, I opened the door and stepped into her car. Her eyes were wide as she had been just about to pull out of park when her door opened. She glanced over at me uncertainly. I met her gaze with a glare.
"It's your lucky day! You get to fuck me! So, where are you going to fuck me? Do you just want to do it here, or do you got a house to go to?"
"S-seriously?"
"You're wasting my time; you want me to leave?" I started to open the door.
"No!" She locked the door before I could pull the handle, looking desperate. "Ah… we can go to the motel!"
"Why not your place, you married?"
She blushed. "Y-yes…"
"Fucking creep." I crossed my arms.
"…"
As I noticed her watching me, I gestured with my hand. "Well, go! If you want this dick, go get the motel!"
"Yes!' She immediately pulled out of park and drove off.
I didn't even know what I was doing. I just was feeling angry and confused, and it felt somehow good to drop anger on this random stranger. The fact she took it without complaint was strange, but also strangely exactly what was expected. I looked at the rearview mirror to see my bike lying abandoned on the sidewalk as we drove off. She looked ahead, her eyes only occasionally darting my way before she licked her lips. I didn't say anything in response. My mind was numb at the moment, and I wasn't really thinking about anything.
The drive was only five minutes, as there was a motel fairly close to my house. I had never stayed here, but I knew that during prom, students would try to rent out a couple of rooms for after-parties or sex. They had pretty lax rules here and didn't ask questions when you had a fake ID, not that I was cool enough to have one.
Two minutes later, she had a key, and she parked us in front of a shitty motel room. She then looked over at me, like a sheep waiting for the shepherd. She was following my lead, afraid she'd spook me off and lose the chance at sex. Was this what it was like to be the gatekeeper of sex? I shook my head and got out the door, slamming it shut a bit too hard. She got out and went up to the motel room, unlocked the door, and the two of us walked inside.
It was small, smelled a bit, and had only one hard looking bed, but it was private enough.
"D-do you need to get ready?" She asked, nodding to the bathroom.
"Take off your pants," I ordered.
"Yes!" She immediately stripped them off and flung them aside.
She was wearing some ugly cotton panties with various holes in them. They weren't cute or sexy at all. Despite her hitting on me like a dog, it was clear that she wasn't expecting to get this far today with anyone. A normal woman in my world would have turned down their closest lover if it meant that he saw her in the wrong underwear. This woman didn't give a crap as long as she got laid.
I reached into my pants and then fished out my dick. As soon as it came out, she inhaled her breath, and her eyes were locked on it like a fat kid on cake.
"Suck my dick," I ordered.
"Uh…" For the first time, she suddenly hesitated.
"What?"
"Ah… I don't do that. I'll give you as much cunt as you want, but I won't put that dirty thing in my mouth."
"Then, get the fuck out."
Her eyes popped open. "Wh-what? D-don't be hasty! Besides, you owe me! I already got this room!"
"I don't owe you shit." I responded, deflecting the typical man lines that she threw my way.
Her face turned dark and she looked as angry as me. "You little slut! Were you just going to be a cunt tease?"
"Cunt tease? Aren't you the little bitch who won't even put my cock in your mouth?"
Her expression grew even worse, and she reached out and grabbed my wrist. "Get in the bed, now!"
My eyes widened and then narrowed. "The fuck you think you doing?"
"Shut up, skank! I'm gonna ride that fucking cock of yours until I'm done!"
Somehow, this situation that should have been terrifying didn't scare me at all. She was an older woman, but she was still four inches shorter than me and about fifty pounds lighter. My body didn't change in this world, so I was going to guess I was still stronger than her.
Even before, I had heard that women could rape men. Women were able to coerce, scare, or otherwise confuse men into sex all the time. In this world, that had to be how it was done because when it came to physical strength, women were clearly weaker. That meant if rape was a problem in this world for men, it'd be 100% psychological.
For me, who didn't grow up with this kind of conditioning, I had no problem showing my strength. I grabbed her wrist which was holding on to mine and then I pulled it off. She brought up her other hand to strike me, and then I grabbed that one too.
"You wish you could ride my cock!" I snorted, pushing her back down on to the bed.
"H-how are you so strong?" Her eyes which held anger and scorn started to grow worried and confused.
"Shut up and take my cock!" I shoved her down and got on top.
I let go of her hands, then lifted up her legs, ripping off her underwear before pinning her down. This wasn't much different from the position I had used on Sam. Seeing the girl who thought to dominate me under me and unable to move, it filled me with a sense of satisfaction. My dick was already hard, and I could tell her pussy was wet. She was extremely horny, and her scent had started filling the air from the moment she removed her pants.
As soon as she realized I was going to fight her, her anger diminished and she didn't try to push me off. Rather, her eyes seemed to shine bright and eagerly.
"Wh-what do you think you're doing?" She demanded, but the horniest and perverse excitement in her eyes was something she was unable to hide.
Sliding my dick into the skank raw, I began to fuck her hard. Holding her legs tightly, I ploughed her pussy, only using a few strokes to wet my dick before I was shoving it into her as hard as I could thrust.
"Ah… damn! That feels good! You're a freaky boy! I love it!" She moaned excitedly.
"Love this!" I snapped, grabbing the nipples of her breasts and twisting them until a bit of pain flashed on her face.
Yet, even with the pain, came only more perverse pleasure. She was a married woman, but thought nothing of picking up a sixteen-year-old boy she didn't even know off the street, running to a hotel, and then fucking him without protection. It could easily be said that her limits were almost nonexistent. A normal woman might grow concerned, afraid, or modest when being abused or molested, but in this world, women adhered to a new norm. That norm was that they'd do anything to feel good!
Wouldn't that make me the nympho who bit and scratched like an animal. She seemed completely unconcerned, and very forgiving of any pain and discomfort as long as she felt my dick inside her. I fucked her hard for several minutes, wet lewd sounds filling the air. However, the more I thought about how skanky this girl was, the more pissed off I got, and the more aggressive I became. I grabbed her hair and pulled it. I didn't show any mercy, yanking her head like my own handle bars as I fucked her pussy hard.
"Ah…. Gah… Ahhhhn!"
She suddenly came like a fountain, shooting liquid all over my legs and cock. She liked that too. Her perverse nature seemed to come out the more I fucked her.
I spun around, turning away, so I didn't have to see her perverse face. I was afraid if I kept looking at her, I might grow even more sadistic. Yet, in this position, her ass was right there. My hand went down and slapped it. I continued to piledrive her, and with each thrust, I would slap her ass. My cock went so hard that my balls slapped her pussy, and with my hands smacking her ass, the motel room was filled with the sounds of flesh against flesh.
The only thing louder was her own moaning, which she didn't quiet down at all. I always had the impression in my old world that women moaned loudly, and men were quiet. If that was supposed to be reversed, then I was an abnormally quiet man. However, next to this woman who moans like a pornstar, maybe my perceptions were incorrect. Or, maybe no matter how much you took womanly aspects from a woman when it came to their base instincts, they were still naughty sluts.
"Fuck! Fuck! Damn! You are crazy! Fuck… I'm cumming again!"
"Aren't you the disgusting pervert getting off on this?"
"Hah… Hah… I fucking love you. You're amazing. Nothing like my husband."
"Don't make me sick! You're just garbage…"
"Ahhnn… ahhhnnn… ahnnn…"
The more abusive the language I threw at her, the more ecstatic she grew. She came countless times, and my legs were growing tired, and my balls were growing sore. Since I hadn't been particularly attracted to her, and even grew a bit disgusted with her, I had managed to hold off cumming far better than I did was Sam. We lasted for a good ten minutes. As we went, it seemed like nothing could offend her, and she happily took all of the abuse.
In the end, my anger wore out first. The feel of her cunt did feel good, no matter what. She wasn't unhygienic, and she wasn't ugly, so there was nothing about her that kept me from enjoying this. Thus, once I exhausted my fury on her and found her still wanting, I finally reached my limit.
"I'm gonna cum deep in your pussy!" I said through gritted teeth as I realized my cock was already starting to cum.
"Cum! Fill this pussy up! Fill it up!" She cried.
I ended up cumming deep inside her, rich gobs of hot nectar bursting deep inside her womb. When I finished cumming, the exhaustion of what I was doing caught up with me. I ended up collapsing down next to her.
"Hah… Hah…" She panted noisily. "That was the best fuck of my life. Holy shit. Are you really a teenager?"
"Why, feeling disgusted with yourself?"
"Hehe… what? The age of consent is sixteen here. You're old enough. You should be my boyfriend. We can do it raw all the time. If I get pregnant, I'll just have my husband raise it. Haha."
"If you're done, just get the hell out of here," I muttered, suddenly feeling slightly sick and turning away from her.
"Whatever… you are just crazy, but that's the best part." She sat up, reached over, and slapped my butt. "I'll take my leave first. You can keep the motel tonight if you want. Just don't fuck any other girls in it, okay! I'd get really mad."
"Hmm…" I responded noncommittally, my head still in a pillow as I lay away from her.
She got up and stretched, then went and grabbed her underwear and pants and sat on the foot of the bed. I just lay there naked and waited in silence. She put her clothing back on, checked herself in the mirror, and then eyed me, a worried look on her face.
"Look, you sexy dick, I'm not sure what you're going through. Bad breakup. Drugs. Money Problems. All of the above. I don't really care that much, but you're okay on your own, right?"
"…"
She sighed and scratched her head, "I was joking about the boyfriend thing. Actually, it's best if you don't contact me. I'm getting a promotion soon, and I don't need some crazy guy going to my husband or stalking me. It was fun, but let's just leave it here. Here, take this. It's enough to buy yourself something nice."
She reached out and grabbed my butt one more time, in a gesture she seemed to think was reassuring or affectionate.
"…"
She looked back one more time, but didn't say anything else as she left the motel room. I slowly turned to see a stack of twenties on the nightstand. I looked through it to see she had left $200 in all. For all intents and purposes, it wasn't prostitution money. It was hush money. She came here cause of her horniness, but once she came, she started worrying this might hurt her and her family, so she bailed quickly. I didn't even catch her name. So… that's the kind of world this was.
"Damn… this is fucked up…" I muttered to myself, dropping my head back into the pillow.
"David… you are not the father!"
"N-no… why…" The man on the screen broke into tears.
"Hah! I told you!" The woman jumped and started pointing at the man. "You don't get to stay in my home anymore. Get the fuck out!"
"I love him; I still want him in my life."
"Tough, he ain't yours. Get lost."
I was watching an episode of Oprah, which functioned more like Jerry Springer. Everything was the same, but also different. Some things couldn't change. Women still had the babies. A woman certainly couldn't be confused whether she was the mother or not. Yet, in this world, men seemed to be protected if they got a woman pregnant. They would live in their house and take care of the child while the woman went off to work.
Women cheating on men wasn't odd even before, but the women here seemed much more shameless and less prone to lying. The guys, on the other hand, would often act silent, or shameful, or bitchy. It had been three hours since that woman had left me in the hotel room. I decided to stay for a bit. It really was a good place for me to clear my head.
Lying naked on the bed, still smelling of sex, I flipped through the channels one after another. A few shows were gender-swapped, but most weren't. Although, the nature of the shows were completely different. The soaps had turned into crime dramas, and the crime dramas appeared to be romance stories.
I was still in the motel room, taking the strange woman's advice and using the privacy to get my mind in order. That got boring pretty quick, so I took to watching television instead. Most of the day had passed by with me chilling in the room. I decided since it was on her dime, I'd raid the refreshment minifridge for food and drink. I even ordered a few movies, including one porn, billed to the room, of course.
The porn was similar to what I had seen on television. The focus was on the man, including many closeups of his dick and ass. Suffice it to say; it didn't appeal to me at all. I watched a few movies too, and while they were similar to what I remembered, they were just as often different. I just couldn't handle the differences and eventually stopped watching them. That left me with daily television, which I had been skimming through the last few hours. Of course, even that followed it's course.
I raised the remote and turned the television off. I had seen enough to have a basic understanding of how this world functioned now. I was just trying to hide from my problems. It was around dinner time now, and mom would probably be wondering where I was. At this point, I had two options. I could hunker down and prepare to live my new life, or I could go out and take advantage of a new world.
If there was a God out there, there had to be a reason he put me in this world. I was reminded of Groundhog's Day, where Bill had to relive the same day over and over again until he finally lived the perfect and selfless day. I didn't have an eternity to grow as a person, and for all I know, the world could be back to normal the next time I bumped my head.
In that case, I should make a list of all the things I've always wanted to do. Maybe, if I filled out this checklist, my world would go back to the way it started. If it happened sooner than that, I'd only regret not living this fantasy to the fullest. I pulled out a pad of paper and pen from the nightstand and started writing while talking to myself.
"First off, no unprotected sex."
STDs weren't as prevalent in this world. It was harder for women to transfer STDs than men. Harder, but not impossible, and naturally there were slutty men who were promiscuous too. The rates were lower, but not to the point of being nonexistent. It was enough that I should be safe. Plus, I don't want to end up with a baby.
"Get a Sugar Mommy," I spoke while writing.
An older, yet still attractive rich woman who would buy me things for sex? Yes, please! I lived in a single-parent household with five siblings. You better believe I didn't have much stuff of my own. All of my video games and consoles were second hand and purchased with birthday money from grandma. It would be so nice to have someone take me out or buy things for me.
"Bang really hot girls."
I frowned after I wrote that down. It was easier written than said. Hot guys wouldn't just fuck any girl with a pussy in my old world. I mean, at this rate, I could just say I want to sleep with a celebrity. I'm sure there were tons of women who wanted to screw Brad Pit, Idris Elba, or Ryan Gosling. That didn't mean that they got to do it! I needed to be realistic here. I could fuck perverted, horny women, but it wasn't like I could have anyone I wanted.
So, it stood to reason, and I couldn't just act like a slut to get sex from an unusually hot girl. Furthermore, I didn't even know any hot girls to chase. The hottest girls I knew were my own sisters. Maybe one of them had a hot friend I could fuck. Screwing my sister's friend? That sounded great. After years of torture, it even felt a bit like vindication. I underlined that one.
"Strip at a bachelorette party."
I blushed after I said it, but I still wrote it on the page. A bunch of drunk, horny girls, wanting you to dance? I mean, most guys wouldn't dare to be a male stripper. You needed a certain degree of sexiness and talent to pull that off. However, just about any girl with a pretty face could strip. Well, maybe I'd never complete this part of my checklist. We'll just call it brainstorming.
"Get a girl to pay for my dinner, and then ghost her!"
That might sound bitter, but I wanted to do it for all men who had that happen to them. It had never happened to me, but I had read girl chat online and had a few friends this happened to. After a guy buys them dinner and puts all this work into the relationship, the girl is just happy walking the other way and not even giving him the basic decency of saying she's not interested.
"Of course! Two women at once. No… why stop there? How about an orgy! Like, five women!"
It could happen in this world. I could have a gang bang with a bunch of horny women. Did women in this world resist homosexuality like guys in my old world? I had to assume yes. It'd be a delicate process of finding women who were happy touching each other. First, I'd go two women, and then I'd build from there.
"Build a harem…"
It's got to be possible. In my old world, there was no way I was charismatic enough to pull it off. Now though, if I found a group of girls who were on board, it'd be a rather easy matter.
"Sex with a stranger… well, I already fulfilled that one."
I immediately marked it off the list. The woman who gave me this hotel room was someone I had never met before. It was pretty exciting having sex with her, and while I felt a bit sick at first, overall I'd have to say I didn't regret getting in her car.
"Sex with my sisters- ah… what am I thinking!'
I scribbled that one out until I almost tore the page. That was not going to end up on this list. They were my sisters. A little revenge was fine, but actually trying to seduce them was another matter. It'd be cruel for both of us.
"Sleep with a boss to keep job… ah… I need a job. Sleep with the boss to get a job!"
"Fuck pizza girl for the tip."
"Molest girl on the bus."
At this point, I was just writing down every sexual fantasy I could think of. There were entire genre's online dedicated to this kind of thing, and they were typically my favorite kind of porn. As a man, you could only dream of a girl one day wanting to suck your cock for a tip or something. Now, with me, it was a very real possibility! Yet, was there nothing about this world I could take advantage of other than sex? There had to be some advantage women had over men.
"Sports?"
Women sports were more popular than men sports here, but that didn't mean I could be an athlete. I didn't have super strength or anything. Guy's were still guys. I may have surprised a single stranger by overpowering her in a situation when men from this world typically act meek, but it was too much to assume that I'd be competitive. Heck, I probably wouldn't be competitive against women from this world. I could barely run a mile without collapsing.
"Scholarships."
I was in school. I had little chance of going to college before. However, now I was the equivalent of a girl by societies standard. Girls used to have special scholarships and were looked at differently than guys. I bet there were all-guy universities I could apply to, and maybe a slight edge of acceptance too. Everyone knew that they wanted more girls in STEM. That meant they needed guys in STEM in this world. Therefore, I could jump right into that field and be surrounded by women.
With that, I gave a sigh and looked over my list three times before gently folding it and placing it in my pocket.
"My future, huh?"
I had never thought about that before. All I did was play games, jack off, and sleep. Something about having my entire life turned upside down seemed to change that. Was it because I had sex for the first time? Was it because I was in a motel room having just played with a stranger? I didn't know, but suddenly I was thinking about what I would do in the future.
Yet, which future was I going to live? Was the world going to go back to normal, or was I going to have to face a new standard of living?
I finally left the bed and to the bathroom to take a shower. I washed until I was clean, and then I left the motel room. I wasn't very far from the house. It'd be a half-hour walk, so I left the key and started heading back home. It was now late in the evening. As long as I was home by 7 pm, mom probably wouldn't worry too much.
Eventually, I made it back to where the woman had picked me up. My bike was no longer there. Someone had ended up stealing it after all. It was a piece of crap we bought from a garage sale anyway. Patting my pants which contained $200, I figured I could buy a new bike if I really wanted to. In a world filled with perverted women, I could probably make even more money doing things I've always wanted to do and thinking that made me feel a little sad though. I'd have to be doing it not with the people I wanted to. I was probably lucky that the strange girl was clean and normal looking. It wasn't like this world had a shortage of ugly women.
Since makeup and nice fashion seemed not to be the focus of woman from this world, there were uglier women all around. Women who didn't care about their appearance were many in this world. They didn't care about their appearance probably because they didn't have to in this world.
I shook my head, not wanting to think about it. Would I need to start wearing designer clothing and makeup just to get jobs? I really hoped not.
A small frown formed on my face as I got closer to the house. I saw a strange car in my driveway. As I got closer, I realized that there was a police car parked in front of my house. I continued to walk, and my frown deepened. I started to worry that something happened and that one of my sisters was hurt. As I got closer, I saw my mom standing on the front porch. She had a scowl on her face and her arms crossed. My three younger sisters and Mackenzie were standing outside too, with equally worried expressions on their faces.
They were talking to the police, who was writing something down. It was at this point that Kelsey noticed me walking across the lawn. I was walking much faster now, and my heart clenched with fear that someone was hurt.
"It's Noah! He's here!" Kelsey cried out.
"Noah! Where have you been?" Mackenzie cried out, running over and grabbing my arm.
"Huh? Out? I yelled, didn't I?'
"You've been gone all day!" She snapped angrily. "Anything could have happened to you?"
"Eh? I'm fine? It's not even 8pm yet?"
"Noah is okay?" Mom yelled, her expression looking both relieved and furious.
"He's okay, mom."
Mom suddenly marched over to me and grabbed my other arm a bit hard. "What did you think you were doing?"
"Huh? I just needed some time to myself?"
"I found your bike just lying on the side of the street!" Mackenzie said, nearly in tears.
"We thought someone snatched you!"
"I'm sixteen…" I said in disbelief.
"Yeah? You're a sixteen-year-old BOY!" Mom snapped. "Do you know what perverts could have done with you?
"Maybe?"
"You! This isn't a joke! One of our neighbors even said she saw you getting into a car with a strange woman."
"Ah! That's… that was nothing. They just offered a ride."
Mom's eyes narrowed. "How could you be so stupid! She could have kidnapped you! Raped you! Don't you care?"
Her words were so abnormal, and I did something I absolutely shouldn't have. I giggled. This was exactly the wrong thing to do. Mom's face turned red. I had never seen her so angry, certainly not on my account.
"I don't know what the hell is going on with you, but this is unacceptable! I have London out right now looking for you, and we thought you might have been kidnapped. How can you be so careless and inconsiderate!"
Seeing her expression, I was frozen like a deer in headlights. My eyes were wide, but I couldn't say anything. Mom was actually shaking, and Mackenzie was glaring at me too. Kelsey and Kristy also wore angry expressions, but they looked like they were trying to emulate mom.
"I-I'm sorry…" I managed to mutter weakly, not sure what else to say.
"Get your ass inside! You're grounded for a week!"
"What? But I wasn't even gone that long!"
"Don't start with me!"
She pointed to the house, but I couldn't even bring myself to be angry. Instead, I just turned and walked into the house. Mom went to the policemen and started to apologize for wasting their time. The policemen, two women, assured her that this kind of thing happened all the time. The last thing I heard before I went inside was them advising her to teach me how to protect myself from female predators properly.
I went into my room and closed the door, moving to sit on my bed. I was still completely stunned. I had never expected in a million years that this would happen. I knew that mom was always strict on the girls to not stay out late and to let her know where they were. However, it wasn't nearly to this level. Typically, she had never really cared when I returned home.
I wasn't angry, though. I felt somewhat warm. Was that what it felt like to have someone worry about you? Guy's were typically expected to just deal with it. At least, that was my experience. I pulled out my list I had made in the motel. I looked at it one more time, crumpled it up, and then tossed it in the trash. Let's just let things play out one step at a time, for now.