"There's no such thing as taboo here."He laughed softly. "Excellent, then I'll see you in a bit?" I can't wait," I murmured and hung up the phone.I qu...ckly covered my desk with someone from the sixth floor. Their two penthouse suites were already taken care of for the night so one person could monitor them just fine. From there I went to our lounge to freshen up and make sure to use the rest room beforehand. You never wanted to interrupt a scene because you had to pee, a lesson I learned early. In fact, mention of the name Kafkasian made Dad’s eyebrows ascend too, although in surprise rather than as an interrogation technique.“It’s okay, munchkin, I’ve got Marcus’s seal of approval,” I said.Mum’s eyebrow reached hitherto unknown heights.“Cayenne invited Marcus to the prom as an overage guest,” I explained. “Marcus got a last-minute call-up to a state football camp. They’d already bought a prom package including tuxedo rental and limo hire, and they chose me to be his stand-in. All I. "What?!" I asked as i slammed through the door. Now, for as long as Ican remember, Jason was a brown haired, hazel eyed guy who was a bithusky and pimple faced. Well, before me was a dark haired figure, withhazel eyes, but the pimples were gone and he sure as Hell wasn't husky.As I caught my breath i took in that his hair was now darker than ever.Not brown, but black, and it looked as smooth as silk as it spilt downto his shoulders. His face was softer, though looking a little worriedand. "They don't talk, my mouth does, and it's up here." "Sorry...I am Brian," Brian stammered as he held out his hand. "Oh shit!" she said, walking backward allowing Brian to step all the way into his apartment finally. "I lost track of the time," she said, as she looked at her watch. "Amanda," she said holding out her hand. "Hi Amanda, let's get your stuff inside," Brian said. The two got to work on bringing everything inside. It took the rest of the day and late into the evening. During this.