" You'll be fine," Bruno smiled. "You're a sharp guy. You'll figure it out. The next thing you know, we'll be seeing you on the news reading your own ...tuff." That would be so cool," Renata enthused. "Then we could say we knew you when."I laughed at all the enthusiasm around the table. My friends were all convinced that this was a foregone conclusion and that I was going to succeed. Well, I would try my damndest to prove them right. My parents were also delighted with my opportunity, and were. I was so embarrassed yet so aroused.“So, you shave your pussy, huh? You know why women shave their pussies?”“No.”“Because they are whores and sluts. Juan is right, huh?”“Yes.”“So, you are a whore and a slut, right?”“Yes.”“Good, tell me.”“I am a whore and a slut.”“And you want me to fuck you, huh?”“Yes.”“Good, pig. You been fucked by a Mexican before?”“No.”“But you want my brown cock in your fat pussy, huh?”“Yes.” Dammit, I was getting hotter and hotter. I was never this hot and all he was doing. They will be mixed in with the questions I don't. Obviously you could lie to me, but you don't know to which questions I know the true answer. If you lie to me and I catch you, The Irishman is going to leave and kill your whole family. There will be no reprieve. Do we understand each other?" Yes I understand," he said.He had a little too much confidence to make me feel comfortable. "That's yes Ma'am from now on. You are working for me now, or you are dead. Do you understand?" Yes Ma'am." he. ‘Miss, are you okay?’ She turned and looked at him and smiled. ‘Yes, I smacked the back and then hit my head on the windshield as I lost control of the clutch. It’s a double clutch. Pain in the ass to drive.’ She had attitude and Dave loved it. ‘You’re smiling like a retard, dude,’ John said. ‘Say something.’ ‘Can I help you?’ ‘Who are you?’ ‘Dave Patriot.’ ‘The new owner of the company?’ ‘That I am,’ Dave said. ‘I suppose you should sue me for damages to your pretty head.’ ‘I guess you should.