It took Sheila only a moment to absorb the implications of Darlene's unintended error. There was no conspiracy at work here, just faulty technology."E...ror or not, Mr. Richards' presence in our family of sisters might produce, er, unwanted sexual tension; that kind of stress can be bad for families," Sheila explained as she took a seat across from us."Seriously? If you're all lesbians, how can an old fart like me produce any sexual tension?" I protested."There are capital-L Lesbians, and there. ‘Shut the hell up,’ he had said. ‘Or you can go the fuck home, and get a fuck ass job at McDonalds.’ The women had shut up. As if working at McDonalds was way worse than selling your body to the highest bidder. Periodically after that he came out to make sure there were no more fights. And there hadn’t been. The majority of the woman had ventured passed their block, to more residential streets, which was illegal, but no one seemed to care. As long as Damien got his money, he didn’t care where. Is that low-fat?" Of course not. Eating low-fat chocolate ice cream is a sin or a crime against nature, or something like that, especially when you've just broken up with your boyfriend."Devlin tentatively took a bite. It did taste good, much better than the low-fat ice cream she occasionally got after dinner. She took another, and was surprised to see the dish was empty."Uh, sorry." She handed Alexa the dish. "I, uh..."Alexa took it and put it on her desk. "Come on," she said, picking up her. I turned on my laptop and logged on to my instant messaging program. Within minutes I got an alert that Thickdickeric was now online. He sent me a message.Thickdickeric: Did you dream about meDalila: YesThickdickeric: what did u dreamDalila:: About you fucking my brains outThickdickeric: can IDalila:: CertainlyThickdickeric: What r u doing 2niteDalila:: going to the Chocolate club with my friend Shantell.Thickdickeric: The one with the big titsDalila:: No the other oneThickdickeric: I c, so how.