It's like he pays me to fuck you."I was so quiet after he said that, that even Kyle knew he had fucked up. "Of course, I'd fuck you for free," he said... trying and failing miserably to fix his screw up."Uhm. I'd even pay money to fuck you," he blurted out. "If I had any."I think both of us knew that was a lie."So let me get this straight," I said. "You think; I'm the kind of woman who would take money for having sex? So you think I'm a whore?" No, baby. That is not where I was going," he. We hold our breaths. Thud! Thud! The cans are tipped into the huge mechanical mouth at the back of the truck. As if on cue we both turn around and watch the men through the cracks between the boards of the gate. One man is still talking, the other doesn’t laugh this time, but says, ‘Oh, yeah?’ Just as before, the man talking shoves his barrel while the other rolls his with one hand, the lids bang on top only half covering each can. The glittering, golden flies are still swirling around us,. Do I sound like a blond bimbo so far? Well I’m NOT! I have really dark hair haha. Oh and I’m expert at a few things so don’t think I’m useless. I’m really good at converting oxygen into carbon dioxide. I like to say I’m great in bed. I can sleep for days. My mom (when she’s pissed at me) calls me a “jack ass of all trades” and a master of none. Shit I digress too much. Hey I can be used for something. I can be used as a bad example. I’m also quite pleasant on the ears when it comes to belting. When he entered her kitchen, she was pouring coffee for them. He kissed her on the neck and sat at the table sliding the invoice across for her to read. She eyed the figures carefully before saying, "I think you're cheating yourself, Ethan. The quality of the work is worth a lot more than you're charging." It's a fair figure. If you're happy with the work, then I'm happy."She nodded her head and began writing out the check. When she handed it to him, he folded it once and slid it into his shirt.