She was too flustered and the only thing she could say that came out sounding even reasonably like words were "I'm sorry". Vanessa couldn't understand...what was going on. She had just gotten home from shopping, and saw Yumi going into the shower. She just thought that she could help Yumi fit in more, by getting closer to her, but she could clearly see that something was bothering the girl.Stepping out of the shower, Vanessa lead Yumi over to her room, and had her sit down on the bed. Yumi. “I’m sorry about making it seem like I’m going to just foist some random guy on you one day after the funeral, but I wanted to make sure I could get you the best candidate possible before personnel actually sent you some random guy. I’m pretty confident he’s going to work out for you. He’s not necessarily the kind of Black Sheep you all are, but he was someone I wanted to bring into my sheepfold if I could. He’s got real potential.”“I get it, sir. If we didn’t have the time to search for a. An evening with Eve, just the two of us at her apartment. You know I agreed.I put her address in my GPS and headed there listening to the directions using the sexiest female voice the system had and walked up her steps with two bottles of Barolo and the largest bouquet of flowers I could find. Yes, I this was becoming more than just casual, much more.There was candlelight at the table though other lights were on as well and we had a nice time chatting about growing up, college and work. She was. She can dance and has a wonderfully surprising singing voice. She’s very smart as well. However, despite being pretty, she has a party girl’s personality and… well… if you just look at her type in men (and yes, she does have a type), you can tell she’s already put out. Now, am I calling Becky a slut? No, I am not. Do I want to fuck her? In a weird way, yes, she turns me on. I am merely saying Becky probably has been there and done it. It’s not necessarily a bad thing in this case. It certainly.