The dress:http://www.myfashionten.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/03/gold_high_low_prom_dresses_2013.jpg
The model in the picture is not Amber though. Amber is much younger with auburn hair curled elegantly and tied up in the back and big brown eyes.
The street lights seemed to blur together and huge droplets of water slipped off her windshield in a relentless torrent of rain. It was a half hour till midnight, the time of her curfew rapidly approaching. If she didn't get home soon her parents would surely kill her. Prom had ended two hours ago! They'd know she'd been up to no good. They'd know it! She'd swallowed a hundred breath mints when they left the after party, but they'd be able to tell she'd been drinking and partying and not at her friend's house like she'd promised.
"Would you chill out babe? Everything's gonna be fine," Her date insisted. He was seated beside her in the passenger seat in a black tux with a golden tie that matched her dress. His light blonde hair was tousled on his head and his blue eyes winked mischievously. His hand was currently slithering up her thigh, and he was leaning in close. The alcohol he'd consumed was evident on his breath, and the whole situation was making Amber incredibly anxious.
"Josh, stop!" she cried as his hand slipped under her golden, shimmery dress and placed his palm aggressively against her thigh.
"Come on, babe. Pull over, there's a back road down this way," his words were slurred and he seemed to decide for himself what to do as his hand left her thigh to cover hers over the wheel and gently steered her in his desired direction.
"Are you nuts?! Stop!" She pressed her heel down on the gas harder, knowing if they were going to take this back road she'd have to make double time. It was probably safer anyway. She wouldn't have to worry about other cars getting in her way or the police catching her on the main roads.
"Amber, it's the least you can do. You made us leave the party early, and you wouldn't even give it up on prom night. Babe, we've been dating for a year now, at least give me some road head or something."
"No! I have to get home!" she replied, speeding up instead. They were now going a good 30 mph over the speed limit, but following the rules of the road were the least of her fears right now. Her parents posed a greater threat.
The model in the picture is not Amber though. Amber is much younger with auburn hair curled elegantly and tied up in the back and big brown eyes.
The street lights seemed to blur together and huge droplets of water slipped off her windshield in a relentless torrent of rain. It was a half hour till midnight, the time of her curfew rapidly approaching. If she didn't get home soon her parents would surely kill her. Prom had ended two hours ago! They'd know she'd been up to no good. They'd know it! She'd swallowed a hundred breath mints when they left the after party, but they'd be able to tell she'd been drinking and partying and not at her friend's house like she'd promised.
"Would you chill out babe? Everything's gonna be fine," Her date insisted. He was seated beside her in the passenger seat in a black tux with a golden tie that matched her dress. His light blonde hair was tousled on his head and his blue eyes winked mischievously. His hand was currently slithering up her thigh, and he was leaning in close. The alcohol he'd consumed was evident on his breath, and the whole situation was making Amber incredibly anxious.
"Josh, stop!" she cried as his hand slipped under her golden, shimmery dress and placed his palm aggressively against her thigh.
"Come on, babe. Pull over, there's a back road down this way," his words were slurred and he seemed to decide for himself what to do as his hand left her thigh to cover hers over the wheel and gently steered her in his desired direction.
"Are you nuts?! Stop!" She pressed her heel down on the gas harder, knowing if they were going to take this back road she'd have to make double time. It was probably safer anyway. She wouldn't have to worry about other cars getting in her way or the police catching her on the main roads.
"Amber, it's the least you can do. You made us leave the party early, and you wouldn't even give it up on prom night. Babe, we've been dating for a year now, at least give me some road head or something."
"No! I have to get home!" she replied, speeding up instead. They were now going a good 30 mph over the speed limit, but following the rules of the road were the least of her fears right now. Her parents posed a greater threat.
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