It was a bit difficult at home. "I'll spend more time showing her what to do and then putting it right afterwards," I answered sourly.That put her bac... up too and her feisty side came to the fore. "I'll have you know Mr. Know-it-all, that I'm pretty good at painting and decorating. I rented my own house for five years and had to do that up after years of neglect too. I daresay I can paint just as good as you."For a moment I was stunned by her outburst but Ma grinned and laughed at us. "Now then. She be okay. Yo worry bout getting' yo own pussy stuffed and let us tak care o the liddle one!" Jim slurred at his sister. "An' turn that fucken' Ricky Martin shit off or I'll fuck you up!"Andrea snorted with laughter, blowing champagne through her nostrils as Michael Coppel steadied her. She looked at him with pure lust in her eyes."Well, you heard my big brother. Want to stuff my little pussy with your big cock?" she purred. Coppel watered at the mouth as he began to slide her slinky sequined. Bridge? Not since college, and then not well. I never could get the hang of bidding with signals. I always wanted to announce 'One false club.' "Not for a long time." You should sit in for Harriett some time. I think you'd enjoy it. I know we would."Sitting at a card table with three women, only communicating through a formal but imprecise bidding protocol? Not my idea of snappy entertainment. Now, if bridge were a strip game, at least there'd be breasts to look at-"I have a favor to ask," she. She's gonna talk to me."Jones dispatched his two men out to the front and rear entrances and told them to call for additional support. I plodded towards the elevators, with Mr. Jones in tow."Are my sister and the two girls okay?" I asked him."They're fine. We had a hell of time getting them to leave you though. It was like fighting a pack of wolves just to get you into the ambulance. I had them moved to a safe house. As soon as you came out of ICU we were going to move you there as well." They.