“I'm tired of hiding. I hate these clothes. I hate Troy.”
Tracy got up and began pulling off the shirt she had on, pulling it over her shoulders. Sage stood with her. “Stacey, get the door. Rachel, get a skirt from the closet and a matching blouse.” Sage asked their friends in hushed tones. Sage stopped her before she could completely remove her pants.
“Okay.” Rachel nodded.
Sage pulled Tracy into a hug. “So can I assume that Troy just said his final goodbye?”
Thanks to Djakuf for the edits
The story continues, the next day, Sunday. Soon this weekend shall be over.
Also keeping the rating where it is for the subject matter with William's story
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