Foster’s Porn Story: More Than My Friend – Chapter 18
Self-Doubt
The sleek black car gently eased into the garage of
Fosters Home for Imaginary Friends. After the ignition was turned off, the
drivers door swung open to reveal an exhausted young woman, clad in a purple
skirt, pink shirt, knee-high leather boots, and fiery-red hair worn down around
her shoulders. Dressed in such flashy party attire, one wouldve thought that
the girl would match the mood of her clothes, that is, light-hearted, upbeat,
and a bit giggly after a night out with her friends.
However, Frances Frankie Foster was feeling
anything but gleeful as she clambered out of her grandmothers car. As soon as
she slammed the door shut, the somber caretaker of Fosters leaned herself
against the vehicle with a weary groan. Muttering ruefully under he breath, she
closed her eyes briefly as the memories of her night out quickly flashed
through her mind.