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The petrol station rested atop Huntington Hill, known by the locals as “Suicide Hill” for its ridiculously precipitous slope, one that tempted many a youth in wintertime to slide down its icy surface. While achieving near-freefall speeds, the ride had an unfortunate penchant of ending with the sled skidding straight into the busy Lavinia Lane, where traffic was unimpeded by stop signs or any attention given to pesky speed limits.

It was getting late, she could tell. She glanced over at the smartphone dangling on the corner of her side table, and checked the time: 10:45 PM, just about right for her new nocturnal schedule, the one that had formed since she had started using her fake ID and bombshell body to get as many drinks as she wanted. She groaned, rolling out of bed, as she reran her evening ritual; she stared at her gorgeous body, from her curly black locks that flowed just past her shoulders, to her large but not slutty breasts.

“Hey there Adam!” chirped Tiffany, as she bounced into the lab and spotted the tall, lanky form of Adam at his work station. However, Adam was silent and Tiffany taking a longer inspection noticed that Adam had his head phones in while he was mixing some vials of chemicals so he had undoubtedly not heard her. Tiffany allowed a devilish smirk as she realized Adam wasn’t even probably aware that she had even joined him in the lab.

Terry smiles as he sees Tanya and her sister waiting near the door as he leaves work. The sky is dim and he looks down at the two five foot tall sisters. Their faces smile back at him and Tanya wraps a arm around him to give him a hug. Her long black ponytail dances across the top of his arm as he hugs her back and she says, “I have a surprise for you.”

Terry leans away to look at her, “Really? What is it?”

Tanya holds a finger to his lips, “Shhh you’ll see.”