A hot muffin for breakfast, then a hot quickie with my step-sister.
As per usual on a school morning, breakfast was a little chaotic. This particular Friday morning, my mum and step-dad were flying off to a weekend-long conference. Colin, my step-dad, clapped his hand on my shoulder. “Don't forget to mow that lawn,” he reminded me, for about the tenth time. “No problem,” I said, grabbing a hot muffin from the toaster. My seventeen year-old...Read On