• Aislen sat in a beanbag chair down in the basement and watched as the Crowd of drunken teenagers danced around her---like she was a piece of furniture--- to the blaring, upbeat music that was begnning to give her a headache. They shouted, cheered, Clacked their glasses, and a few couples were even makeing out right there on the floor.
    It's like free porn. She remarked.
    Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted a giggling couple heading to the upper story of this big a** mansion that belonged to her friend, Hayley.
    No doubt to fool around like animals.
    Thank God this wasn't her house.
    Her parents would gut her if she so much as forgets to wipe her feet before steping on the new carpet.
    . . .Which was an accident.
    Hayley's parents were famous photographers and they were filthy, stinkin' rich. But now, they were gone for two weeks on a business trip to get pictures of the Rocky's. Two days after they left, her Hayley was throwing a party with all the accessories: booze, loud music, . . .and sex. Aislen couldn't even count how many couples she saw scurry up the stairs. Well, the house did have eleven ******** rooms and looked as if it'd been made on the turn of the century. For god's sake, the porch had golden posts and statues of false gods decorated the front lawn. The house itself was snow white with golden trim on the windows and towered above all the other houses on their block.
    they even had their own servants and Hayley bribed every one of them to keep their mouths shut about the party. Aislen didn't understand the false gods statues either, but hayley's parents were interested in greek mythology.
    Aislen sighed and watched as Hayley flirted with a handsome man on the other side of the room.



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