Foster’s Porn Story: More Than My Friend Chapter 13
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Friends.
No response.
Frankie, you in there?
Silence.
Will you please open the door?
Still no reply. With a groan, Wilt ceased knocking on
Frankies door and leaned heavily against the wall. Where was she? He hadnt
seen her around the house, and according to the other friends, no one had
really spotted her in the last two hours or so. Well, if she wasnt doing her
chores, then she just had to be in her room, didnt she?
Ughso not
okay. Wilt murmured to himself. He thought he had seen the worst of it the day
Mac had been taken from her, and she spent the rest of her waking hours that
fateful day completely consumed by tears. But the way Frankie was acting
lately, like she was a double in some cheap, low-budget zombie movie, Wilt just
didnt like it. He didnt like it at all.