It was nearly one in the morning when I left his bed. I had to hurry to make it home before curfew. My mom was pretty lax about stuff—I could have texted her if I needed an extension, but it was already so late, and what kind of excuse would I give? “Sorry, Mom. I’m hanging out in Dr. Lowe’s bed and he just banged my brains out.” Yeah, that’d go over just great.
