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feet at a time until she got to the driveway beneath her.  She smiled and giggled to herself when she reached the bottom and looked satisfied with herself.
                  “I’m leaving for lunch.  I hope I wasn’t blocking you.”
                  You weren’t blocking her.  This driveway is easily twelve feet wide, stupid.
                  She looked shocked and then said, “No, I just got done cleaning.  No big deal.”
                  “Okay.” I got into the truck and sat for a minute and reciprocated on her previous staring.
                  She opened the middle garage door and it revealed a brand new BMW sports car. 
                  She got into it with no emotion whatsoever and the brake lights flashed, alerting me that she was about to back up and already I could tell that if I wasn’t careful, she was going to run me over and not with a car.
                 
                 
                  I hit the burger joint in town and sat on the tailgate to eat, letting my legs kick back and forth.  I didn’t want to go in, mostly because I was filthy.  But more than that, I didn’t want to take a chance of running into my friends.  They probably aren’t friends if you cringe at the thought of running into them but it was what it was.  I had hung out with the same group of people since middle school.  It was a given.
                  When I got back to the house, Corinne’s car was already parked in the garage and she pressed a button to close the garage door.  She had four grocery bags in her hands and was trying unsuccessfully to look where she walked over the top of the brown bags.  I laughed and then approached her to take some of the bags.  She relented only two of them and nearly dropped the other two while she unlocked the door. 
                  I sat both of mine on the counter.
                  “You don’t have to lock the doors, it’s pretty safe around here.” I shrugged as I took the milk out of the bag.
                  “Oh yeah I do.  Check the rule book.”  She tapped firmly on a white binder on the counter.
                  “Rule book?” I said.
                  “Yep, and there’s a section labeled ‘Abel’ too.”
                  She put different things in cabinets and then returned to the refrigerator.  I sat at the island and made an attempt to read through my rules but most of them were ‘duh’ rules.  Not to mention the fact that when Corinne reached up to put something in an upper cabinet, her top slid up just an inch or two and I couldn’t help but look at her tanned waistline.
                  “Do you want something to drink,” she asked. 
                  “Nah, but thanks.  Have you seen some of these rules,” I asked her.
                  “Yeah, I read my section this morning. But I’m a pro at bending the rules.” She shrugged as she took the barstool across from me at the island.
                  “You are,” I asked.
                  “Yeah, I used to go to an all girls prep school and there’s tons of rules about everything.  You gotta get creative just to stay sane.”
                  “I didn’t know they had those anymore.  But you live here?” I could’ve sat and listened to her voice all day.  It wasn’t squeaky or nasaly and she didn’t giggle incessantly at everything I said.  She was calm and sure of herself but innocent at the same time.  It confused me and yet, I was in awe.
                  “Yes, well, I live here now.  I’ve lived at school since I was six.  We just moved to another house.”  A rule caught my eye.
                  “Um, this says no orgies.  Did you read that?” She turned the binder around and snapped in fake