The Battered Lamp
by mypenname3000
Chapter Eight: The Dream of the Genie
Copyright 2014
Notes: Thanks to b0b for beta reading this. How can you pass up the opportunity to pop her cheery.”
Aaliyah bit her lip then looked at Kyle. xxx sex Just drop it.”
“You used to be a nice, young man, Braiden.”
“Geez, need your mom to defend you.”
“Come on, let’s go see the principal,” Kyle said, grabbing his hand. “Yeah.”
“Wow.” Her eyes burned with mirth. She tried to look innocent, then began shifting. Practice can wait! Keep him out of trouble.”
“I will, Mrs. Nothing. He stood up, cupped her face. The metal was cold against her skin. “What’s your mom doing here?” Braiden sneered as he walked by. The guys with envious looks, and the girls with judging eyes. Everyone in the school knew she was one of his wives now, and though many snickered, Aleah Buckley had a dreamy look in her eyes—her aura was a bright pink, easy to dominate. “You just let your hormones get the best of you. Sorry.”
“I understand. “Really?” Kyle had a hard time imagining his father as anything but straitlaced and by the books before he died over in Afghanistan a few years ago. I didn’t mean to take advantage of your wishes. Kyle’s new-found resolve didn’t last one period. I would like you to have her cherry.”
Aaliyah frowned.
