Misty sighed with relief when the house became quiet indicating that everyone had retreated to their various rooms. She was not looking forward to Linda's or Dustin's presence, and she was getting a bit tired of their mother constantly hovering over her.

Her mother had gotten carried away with the matter of how she dressed and styled her hair as she had helped with dinner earlier.

Her mother was not keen on her fashion sense. She had only shrugged caring not to acknowledge the remark even though it was on the tip of her tongue to point out no one nettle Dustin about his fashion sense that boasted no major difference from hers.

"You're such a beautiful young woman honey. I wish you would give yourself a chance to reflect that."

As her mother continued to babble on
commenting she was due for an appointment at the Salon, she had let her mind drift to Erin, and she smiled with longing, but it soon turned to a frown as she was troubled about the way their earlier encounter had ended.

"...I am sure Brenda can fix you up nicely..."

She liked her hair the way it had been for the past several months. A layered bob with one side platinum and the other jet back. It was what she refers to as her Cruella moment.

"Boys like girls who are wholesome and feminine..."

Only now, since what her mother had pitched and her quarrel with Erin, had she thought about toning down her grunge. So after dinner, she changed it to the front and the middle being completely platinum, and the lower back being black.

Her mother had further stated she needed a more refined look. She paused to look in the show mirror that hung on the wall beside her bed.

Her hair was now styled in a series of flips to the back layers. The platinum strands at the front framing her face from a middle part.

Her eyes sported no dark eye shadow but a detailed drawn cat eye that gave her eyes a sultry feline appeal. Her lips were plump beneath soft matte pink lipstick a far change from her black or scarlet lipsticks.

She really loved and appreciated her mother. To be honest, her parents were the best set of people Dustin and she had come across in their years in state care, but she really did not like being obligated to them, or to anyone for that matter.

They had provided a home, care, love, and support without expecting anything but good grades, respect, and keeping out of trouble, and so far, she had adhered to those wishes, but she did not want to get attached. Pretty soon they would be gone like all the others before them.

The only person she wanted was Erin. He was the one who was never going to leave her. She smiled at the thought of him. She sighed as she thought of the sweet dark chocolate of rugged masculinity that drove her to a needy well of wantonness. He would be hers only and they would claim their place in this world and live happily ever after.

He would become aware of this when she opened his eyes to the fact that Lisa was not the woman for him, she would make him realize he was not Lisa's puppet. Erin was a man who needed to be pleasured, loved, adored, and cherished with a heart, a soul, and a willing body. Not some chaste, celibate duck.

He needed a woman who was not afraid of her sexuality, who was not averse to sharing it with the man she loved. She was sure deep down that Erin was just conflicted by his attachment to Lisa.

That woman was her, this caused her smile to broaden. With a quick check of her bedside clock, she saw that it was 8:17 pm.

She would go downstairs now and call Erin's home phone. She hoped it was not too late to call, however, his grandmother would allow him to talk once she knew why she was calling.

From its hiding place, she took Erin's cell phone and gave a little laugh of pleasure. She was just sorry she could not send him a picture of her new look.

But he would no doubt have to come by her for his phone and see her in person. With her parents being away for some function in Main tomorrow evening, it was the best time to have him all to herself. Linda and Dustin would be so caught up in rehearsal that her plan would flow by perfectly.

Without a sound, she made her way downstairs and crept to the telephone only to feel the cell phone in her hand vibrate; looking down at it, she saw that on the screen was a message from My Girl.

She knew instantly that it was from Lisa. Without hesitation, she unlocked the simple screen lock and went straight for the message only to find herself staring at a seductively looking Lisa dressed in a daring teddy with a come hither pose and a message that read...

'Who is fifteen minutes late?...yes the guy who should be deflowering all this!'

Misty stared in disbelief. Was she seeing right? This was clearly some joke. Did Erin realize she was the one who took his phone and was trying to wound her for doing so? But this picture was no prank, it was real. This was definitely Lisa, and from this, she and Erin were planning on having sex...or could this very minute be having sex?

She looked at the picture again and a wave of blinding anger ripped through her being. It was with great effort she stopped herself from screaming.

"Fuck!" she groaned trying hard to control herself. This could not be happening.

She hastily dialed Erin's home number and almost screamed, this time when there was no pick-up. "What the hell?" she swore and dialed again and got the same result. She paced the short distance from the telephone to the sofa twice before she sat down.

No way could Lisa be fucking Erin. NO WAY! He was hers. He belongs to her only. He was Hers Only. How could he do this to her after all she had given him? He was turning himself over to the bitch that had left him hungering for sexual release for all these months.

She had shown him with her touch how capable she was, she had used her mouth to guide him down the road of sweet release and now he was fucking her!

Misty felt hot scalding tears burn a path down her cheeks. She felt her heart crumble within her chest. She looked down at the phone in her hand, and with all the anger and hate she felt, she flung it into the nearby wall, sending bits and pieces of it flying about the living room.

Lisa had to go. She was stealing Erin away from her. Too often, people and circumstances had taken away what she had cared about, and she had allowed it, telling herself that life was just preparing her and Dustin for something bigger and better; now, she was not going to let them win this round.

Erin was hers, hers only!

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