We probably should have sorted that shit out before we left the house. My elderly two-door Ford Focus was just not going to cut it. Neither of us was ... gymnast, and nobody else could possibly fuck in the back seat. We took Josh’s slightly less geriatric Ford Fusion. It had four doors, at least. We first tried a dance club. Josh hit the dance floor showing off all sorts of athletic and sexy moves designed to impress the ladies. Not one of them paid attention. He asked me to try. My dance style. Tim wasimmediately led into the inner sanctum through another set of doubledoors that led into the main corporate office. An older British man methim at mid-point then shook his hand. Tim noticed the well combed greyhair and the Saville Row suit as the man ushered him to one of theleather chairs in front of the palatial desk. Tim's hair was well combedand pulled back but the sight of even a short pony tail did not impress.The office was lined in heavy paneling, books lined the shelves and. Evan grabbed Greg's coat when he began to follow the eighth grader through the door and hauled him back."But not for Tyler or me, eh; you think we could do better, maybe Rose or Katelin, hmm?" He held on to Greg's coat as they stared at each other. Greg finally leaned a hand on the wall before drawing closer to Evan.He replied in a low voice. "I didn't mean it that way man. Sure I guess I thought it was lame when I met you guys; sorry, but I get that sometimes, I don't know, it will happen.". All the ladies maids giggled. "No Stephanie we have other plans for you.These plans require a male messenger, not a female messenger. Theseplans require you not say anything right now. If you do not knowanything, then you cannot say anything if someone decides to take you tothe rack to get that information from you. We want you to always be ableto tell the truth. Except when it is to protect Princess Katherine. Thatwill be your main task in life. Princess Katherine has made a plan andyou.