“Call Titus, Igor, and Poindexter, and tell them to get their asses in here right now!”“Yes, Sir,” Claudia said. She had never heard him speak...so forcefully.Vincent Sapros strutted into the office and looked around to see if he had an audience. He grinned upon spotting the very lovely Claudia. He walked over to her and leaned across the desk. In a smooth voice, he said, “Hey, Babe.”“What can I do for you?” Claudia asked. She did her best to look absolutely professional and to not show her. " What's wrong with vegetables?" John asked."They aren't pretty like flowers. Your garden is lowering the property values of every house on this block. You've got to get rid of it. You can plant flowers in this space," the man said."Screw that," John said.The man reached inside his jacket and pulled out a pad. He stood there for a moment and filled out a form. He handed John a ticket and said, "I'm issuing you a warning. You've got three days to get rid of this garden or I'll have to come back. Rachel put her hand up to his chest as if she was going to push him away, but then reluctantly let him kiss her again. She opened her mouth a little wider this time as her resistance was starting to weaken. What the hell? He is the one who wanted to see this! Ill give him a little show. Tim sat watching from the couch as the large man was now fully embracing his wife. Their kisses seemed to also intensify with her now lustfully returning his advances. Tims thoughts were very cloudy and his. Okay, I get it. He’s a good Christian and all but I just don’t get why he has to remind everybody of it. A lot of people look at Will and I and are really surprised that we’re going out. Will is around five-foot-eleven, slim, with light brown skin, curly Black hair and pale gray eyes. Born in Quebec City to a Haitian father and French Canadian mother, he’s biracial and kind of cute. A proud son of the City of Montreal, Province of Quebec. We met at the Haitian Adventist Church in downtown.