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When mom sneaked ...

The screen of her mobile phone would display arrival of the message from her boyfriend, she hoped.
Her gifted pink tee and white silky night pants were her reminder to self of the commitment she always displayed for him. The phone resting on her belly, suddenly vibrated vigorously, pulling her out from her naughty chain of thoughts as 'his' message arrived.
Jumping from her back, eager eyes complementing the rising heart beat, she clicked the main menu, scrolled down and touched the tab with his name.
Excited, she forgot to wear her glasses. She got up hurriedly, grabbed them when bang!.. her door slammed open.
The spectacles dropped from her hands breaking into pieces which didn't bother her as her phone was lying in front of her with his message open along with the trove of her all her saintly secrets.
She knew she was in for trouble as soon as her mother had arrived. The fear of getting discovered by her prying eyes tendered her limbs lifeless while her brain refusing to think.
The girl staring into her mother's black ghoulish eyes could feel the stench of her intentions rearing past her face. She didn't expect her mother to run as she did on eying the girl's phone.Her instinct smacked her, her limbs functioned and she jumped and stumbled upon the pillow, crawled across the bed and grasped the phone with her sweaty tense hands, sneaking it deep into her chest instantly. 
She had won, and her eyes proudly displayed her victory.

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