I thought Marion had been flirting with a man that I saw her talking to earlier, and I accused her of wanting to screw this bloke. I was going to give...her my special punishment. This was part of the game that we played to make her seem like an unwilling participant to what would happen later that day."You slut," I said. “You are like a bitch on heat. The moment I'm not around you start looking for extra cock. If you want to be a dirty little bitch, flashing your cunt around then you will get. "What??"Uh, Brandon," I said. "My mom is the most delusional woman on the face of the earth. She thinks she knows everything, regardless of what's actually the truth. And changing her mind is a long, painful and tiring process. Do you have any idea what you're proposing?" No," he said evenly, "I don't. I only know what has to be done." How do you know what has to be done? You barely know me!" That's true," Brandon said. "I only know what you've told me. Have you told me truly, Arie? Have your. ‘Oh–God!’ ‘No, Griffin,’ he corrected with a grin. ‘So you see, you were right.’ He dropped the handkerchief in my lap then held out his hand, flexing his long, lean fingers. ‘Some kind of artist. If you can call being an architect an artist.’ He threw a glance across to the far wall and for the first time I noticed the drawing board and computer there. I gave a snort of sudden comprehension. ‘You–you fraud! You knew I was a nursery school teacher–Lisa told you! It had nothing to do with your. "I sent him home," I tell her. "Don't talk with him anymore. He's verybad." Really?" she says. "I like him. He's not bad!" Yeah, he's really bad," I reply and pause to choose my next words. "He'sa criminal." What?" she asks."He breaks the law..." Stewart interjects. "He should go to jail." He does?" she poses."Yeah. He's a bad man," I restate.She contemplates that for a while as I look over at Stewart. He's stilllooking and acting like a girl."Do you dress up a lot?" I ask him."What?" he.