This troubled me a bit, as she generallymade a point of being punctual. I began to wonder whether I was in the rightplace when my eyes caught some gra...fiti on a wall, clearly visible under theonly streetlight in the immediate area. It showed an ornate black and purplerose, acting as an umbrella shielding several names. They were the street namesof male gang members, some of whom I recognized, spray painted in pink withthe letters "BB" scrawled in purple over them. I knew from conversations. “It’s called a washing machine.”I punched him in the chest.“Don’t call me that,” I grumbled.“It’s been over a year now and I still don’t have the right to give you a nickname?”“I don’t like nicknames.”“And I don’t like Mondays, yet here we are.”I snorted, but it was replaced a moment later with a groan. “I should be at work,” I complained. “I can’t keep slacking off like this.”“Slacking off? Celine, that company runs just fine because of you. Give your employees some credit. They know what. “Next time, you will feel my fist. You be careful, girl. Very careful.”“I am so sorry. I’ll be a good girl. I didn’t mean to be bad.”“Well, you were bad. A bad cow.”“I’m sorry.”“Moo for me, like a good cow. Prove you are sorry.”Lotte was frozen, unsure that she had understood.”“Moo for me or you will feel my fist, my girl.”Lotte then did her best, emitting a series of mooing sounds, like a cow, until Kiffi was satisfied.He laughed and told her to stop, reaching out for her small but plump. Maybe it was the thought of our age difference but I knew you didn’t care and I didn’t care that I was 41 and you were 57. Maybe it was the thought of the distance between us that we wouldn’t get to see each other as often as we both would want. I knew that if we took it any further, I would want you every day. I stood up and pulled my robe over my naked body I decided I needed a cold shower. I loved that you called me your baby girl and your loved my special name for you, daddy. Your deep sexy.
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