”During Steven’s little speech, Mr. Carlson looked from Lisa to Steven back to Lisa, his eyes now focused on her chest. Lisa looked back at him, n...t sure what to do or say. Finally, Mr. Carlson let out a chuckle while lightly slapping the side of her knee, “I knew it. You fucked him. You fucked him, didn’t you?”Steven stopped talking and Lisa looked shell-shocked. She looked up to Steven who seemed as surprised as she did.“Oh, Hell. I’m not here to judge. I mean, the stories I could tell you. “Alright, let’s do this,” she began, reaching over to pick up a pipe and taking a hit. She paused as she held it in her lungs, then slowly exhaled out the open window right by her chair. “I need to know that this isn’t gonna get messy,” she continued. “There are rules that must be followed if you want to become my new addiction.” I opened my mouth to respond and she stopped me by saying, “No, it’s my turn. Just nod yes or no. You can talk when I am done. Understand?” I nodded yes. She. My tummy says I am your property and you had my back tattooed with Nazi slogans," she splashed water at him."Oh don't be like that. I can remove the tattoos if you want. I mean, you're not angry with having the German flag, or MADE IN GERMANY or DEUTSCHLAND UBER ALLES tattooed on you, are you? I really do consider you as German as I am because you were born here and don't look any different from a white local Brunette. I mean Germans and Persians are from the same racial Aryan stock and that is. “I was hoping you were real soldiers, not engineers.”Both men winced at her obvious ignorance. “Ouch,” muttered Bill.“What?” asked Sophie. “Oh. Sorry. I didn’t mean it quite the way that sounded. I mean. You were real soldiers. But not the sort we need, I don’t think.”“Actually,” Bill told her with a gentle laugh. “We may be exactly what you need.”“Don’t worry,” said Ted softly. “All may not be as bad as it seems. You’ve got guts, something of an organisation, and the desire to do something..