Lbdabb/Tina
"Jimmy, oh Jimmy fill me with your Pesto sauce!"
Louise froze, grimace on her face. "Jeez Tina, we need to work on your dirty talk," she muttered quietly. She edged closer to the door, placing her hand on the knob but not turning it. She leaned in and placed her ear against the door, the pink bunny ears of her hat coincidentally doing the same. Closer now, she heard the unmistakable sound of Tina masturbating; the soft, wet squelching sounds of her fingers rubbing her teenaged cunt. And based on the sheer sloppiness of it, Louise could tell, even through the door, that Tina was dripping.
"...deeper Jimmy pesto, deep- oh hey there zombie Jairo, why don't you show me your ancient artform of undead capoeira and-"
Louise backed away sharply, her lips curling up in disgust. She hesitated. Maybe Tina's fantasies needed to stay in her head. Was she prepared to get tangled in the sexual horrors inside Tina's mind?
Louise looked back. Right next to her was the kitchen. She could be a good daughter and obey her parents for the first time in her life.
Down the hall she could see the lights of the bathroom beneath the door. Gene was still an option.