So how old are you, 40, 45?”“74.”The man laughed. “You were born in ‘74? I don’t do math. So how old -”“No, I am 74. Well, I will be n...xt month.”“Seriously?”“Am I too old?” she looked pensive.There was the sound of paper rustling. “God damn! When Joe told me we had an oldster coming today, I was expecting a granny. Where do you live, the damn fountain of youth?” A phone off camera was dialed. “Hey, is Kel around today? Yeah. For a screen test. Cool.” There was a loud beep. “Ok, 74-year-old. ” She stopped in the middle of the sentence because of Laura bursting in cry. “What's happened??”“Mark drop me” Laura said. Usually the conversation between her and her step mom was just about pas the salt or get hurry because the bathroom isn't your propriety. Victoria sighed and sat on the bed. “what's the problem this time?? did he watch another girl?? or is he too much time with his friends??. Laura sobbed many times and added.. “he says I need to grow and I am not a baby.. he wants filthy. "I sniggered. "Mister Milton probably sussed that you and I were shagging, judging by the smirk and wink he gave me when we were signing the deeds of the apartment." Old Mister M is a randy devil, and over the years I worked there I've had nearly as much cock from him as from the Royal Lancers ... and he's bloody good for his age." She disengaged her naked body from mine and got out of the rumpled bed. "Anyway you don't have a table, or the models soldiers, to play war games. Fighting those. "Why, do you need to get home?" I have got a bit of work to do for tomorrow," Paul says."You said summer was your slowest season?" I ask, frowning as Paulstarts to fidget uncomfortably."Well, it's not like I have NOTHING to do," Paul mumbles."Do- do you find me attractive?" I ask."Well- yeah, of course I do," Paul replies."So, then..." I coo. "How about we go back to your place and I can, youknow, 'help you out'?" Are- are you sure?" Paul asks, his eyes widening in (what I assume.