"Sorry. Still sleepy." She said. She figured it was a good enough excuse, since she didn't exactly want to tell the American girl about her wild dream... Yumi sat down next to Maddie at the kitchen table, something she wasn't that used to back in Japan. She picked up a fork, and noticed there was a pair of chopsticks next to it. "I took the liberty of getting a pair for you. Just in case you're not comfortable with the fork." Vanessa had said, and Yumi smiled. "Thank you." She said softly."If you. "Thank you," Daniella sighed.For the first time in their lives, all 10 Eastern European girls felt inferior to this 'black guy' and it was worse for these particular girls too because they could tell he was gay and they were even more homophobic than xenophobic.Daniella and the other 10 girls headed to the lift, taking it down to the 5th level. Once they got out, there was a reception desk just outside the lift. Behind Level 5's reception desk was a black woman who looked like an airport. “Where’s George?”“Oh, he went down to feed the crabs.”“Well, I wanna say this real quick, before he gets back. I decided to try to be extra nice to him for the rest of the day. It seems like it’s the least I can do.”“Thank you,” she said. “You have no idea how torn I feel, knowing the way this is hurting him.”They heard the front screen door slam, and Terry went to the kitchen cupboard and started getting out plates and eating utensils.“You know what we need?” asked George, as he came into the. His code was he wouldn’t fuck any woman he didn’t respect. It was so puzzling: what were these women who weren’t of loose morals apart from mothers, wives and daughters of friends and female business associates he hadn’t sexually confronted and female clients and clients of his colleagues? It wasn’t something he couldn’t discuss with others because to do so would be to admit he was a pathetic womanizer without soul, and Adair didn’t think he fitted that description. He attempted to better.