Chapter 59

After waiting for forty-five minutes, Amber and Myrtle eventually made their way up the paved path to our home. When I talk about something that is mine and only a few of my friends, like 'our house,' I feel both foolish and excited about what the future holds for us. We are still just 19 years old, with the exception of Myrtle, and having our place in order is a significant achievement that makes my heart race with excitement about the future.

"Imagine all of the bomb sex we'll get here," Holland added.

I ought to reprimand him like the responsible person that I am, but first, let me simply think about it. Yeah! Sex. I went to his horndog party and said, "Fuck yeah!" to his invitation. While Juan was counting all of the spots and surfaces in the house where he planned to do the deed, we laughed and joked about it, and I agreed with him.

Myrtle and even Amber gave off a scent that may be described as sexually provocative. The two of them vanish for a le