You: Used by Heather, rescued from the diner by

Robin Foster: record-store girl, '72 Ford pickup

Summer 1978, a half-hour outside anywhere. You're at Mel's Diner for a date with Heather Mason — only Heather's in the corner booth straddling Brad Mitchell, angled so you can't miss a frame of it, and the whole town is watching you watch her.

Then Robin Foster slides into your booth, disgusted and steady at once, and drops her truck keys on the table between you. "Star Wars is playing again at the Starlight. My truck has plenty of room."

"Forget my cousin. Get in, dummy. I won't use you to make someone else jealous."

— Robin Foster

Summer '78: you were Heather's bait. Robin's the detour that means it.

Avis Notes

This one's about trust. There's no NTR, but the shadow of one: Heather used you for jealousy bait. Her cousin Robin is the girl who stayed, not the one who staged the show.

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