Sorry I interrupted. Stephanie?"Darren turned to look at Stephanie. Her mouth was drawn tight in anger. If this were a cartoon, there would have been ...team coming out of her ears."No, damnit. No more. You," she pointed at Darren. "Kitchen. You" she pointed at Brad, "get the hell out of here. Now. I will not have you in my house one second longer."Brad seethed. Darren could tell that few people ever said no to Mr. Vincent."Hey, Darren," another voice, Cassie's, came from behind them. "Is there. I am going to enforce it this time,” I explained.“Good luck with that. By the way Effie is coming by to oil a desk. I never heard that one before,” Mica suggested.“She and Jon rebuilt Janet’s desk. You know the one I built with cinder blocks and shelving. They rebuilt it with scraps from the project they worked on. I guess she is going to put a finish on it. I know nothing about it.” I explained.“Don’t hit on her. I swear, if I fine out you did, I’ll castrate you,” she said without any. "I know we've talked about it, but we were all kind of wired back then. This is serious. If I'm going to carry on working like this and you're going to work with me then I have to trust you, right?" Yes." So I trust you to give my husband a good time and not steal him." So it's like a contract, and If I did steal him I'd have to pay you back the grand?" Got it in one." Julie flipped open her laptop. "Have you got Pay-Pal on your email?" Yeah." OK, I'm sending you the money. You are now a paid. ”“Nice at what sucking your dick. And what it’s not all about sex with guys your age. It’s always all about sex not prejudice towards men but it happens at your age.” I was like WTH. “You don’t believe me. Okay, answer this. What if I say you can fuck me right now up in my bedroom, what will you do take it or leave it and be honest. I noticed the way you were ogling at me all this time.”What the hell is going on? I mean it’s only been fifteen minutes we have been alone with each other and this.