” The organist switched to the pomp, and the bride entered the doorway. “Here she comes. Isn’t she beautiful?”“White suits her very well.”...��It does.” She sighed. “I can’t wait for tonight.”“Steady, girl.”“Well, I can’t.”“You’re going to have to.” I decided to distract her.“Sherry looks nice in full dress.”“I like how all the medals draw attention to her chest.”“Brat.”“Yes, I am.” She looked up to me. “She does have nice tits though.”“They’re pleasant enough,” I said, refusing to take the bait. And, of course, you can feel free to do the same." So... what happens when we do? Do we, you know, tell them, or...?"Jen raised her hands in front of her and turned her face. "That's between you and her, okay? If you want to tell her and you think she'll be okay with it, you can tell her. Otherwise we'll keep it between us like we always have, agreed?"She stuck out her hand, and I shook it with a smile. "Agreed."The conversation turned towards more mundane topics after that. We plotted about. ” Kayla whined.“You could go get a job.” I suggested.“Yeah, but I can’t leave the house during the day.” She pouted.“True.”“How much longer until I can be in the Sun anyway?” She asked.“I don’t know. It really just depends on how much you feed. By the way, have you eaten today?” I asked.“You mean, drank that fucking sticky shit? Yeah I had a little bit. It’s really fucking gross.” Kayla wrinkled her nose.“Yeah, I know.” I nodded.“How long did it take you?” She asked.“Months. Almost a year to be. ‘She might be the boss, but I’m also a damn good intern too, so she ought to treat me with some courtesy as well.’ He had rehearsed the confrontation until he was going insane, then he waited until the others had left for the day. As she walked into her office, sparks instantly began to fly, like the stuck up bitch she had turned into in the past couple of weeks, she attacked him right away. “What the hell do you want? Didn’t you get the memo, you’re not my intern anymore.” Then she reached for.