Your Mom just couldn't help it. She was nice at heart. "Uh, Hi?" She said, starting to blush a little. Her voice was insanely sexy and beautiful, even when she tried to sound nice.
"Are you a bitch?" The boy asks her.
Your Mom just blushes and stares at the ground. Maybe her reputation is too bad to fix.
"Everyone says you are, but you seem nice to me." The boy pulls her head up, and stares at her deep in the eyes. He slowly starts to creep closer, and closer, until his lips are right near your Mom's.
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