The Dean and Dr. Wagoner were there, looking at us sternly. The Dean spoke. “Mr. Bowdain and Mr. Goldberg, you are in serious shit. Marjorie?” Dr....Wagoner took over. “Mr. Bowdain, if I went downtown and wore a sign saying pay me $20 and I’ll have sex with you, what would that be?” Daryl knew that was prostitution. “If I went downtown and wore a sign saying I will have sex with you if you paint my house, then I’m receiving something I evidently value in return for sex. Is that still. I started getting worried and excited wondering if I was about to find her being a slut. I walked upstairs to the brother's rooms and tried to listen for any moaning when I heard "fuck I'm so wet for you guys!"I rushed over to a door slightly ajar and pushed it open alittle more so I could look inside.What I saw hit me like a tracker trailer. There was a beautiful princess getting underdressed in front of 5 of the biggest black guys I had ever seen! I knew one of them was a frat brother and I. Gina looked every bit the hot mom that she was, wearing a nice flower-print dress and an apron, her hands coated in flour. “I’m just finishing dinner,” she told Olivia. “Come into the kitchen.”Olivia looked around for her husband and offspring, but they were nowhere to be seen. As they sat in the kitchen drinking red wine while Gina finished the meal, it didn’t take long for Olivia to find out that Gina was divorced now and that the young ones were with their father that night. That had to mean. With a sweet guy like you, how does that even happen?” she said with a playful pitch, leaning towards him. “Well, I have some high standards and nowadays most women don’t want a “nice guy” you know? Seems like assholes get the girls, money and looks seem to be a big help too.” He chuckled. “Money and looks do help, but you say that like you don’t have looks. You’re a good looking guy, and some women are mature enough to realize money is nothing compared to chemistry and personality.” “Too bad.