It was a big house, though it didn’t feel that way with a dozen roommates and a baby. And fifteen armed men just outside the window.“Hello!” She... shouted again. Isaac was awake, she’d seen Darlene tickling her son in the living room. It probably had some other fancy name but it was a living room now. “Fuck, I’ll do it myself.”She muttered, ducking her head under the strings of spiderwebs she had tacked up around the foyer. She kept her sandals on as she walked through the house. Wearing your. I have to go get it.”“I’ll just go with,” he said.“Not without taking the boys ... they’ll break my plane,” Tyche said.And the boys looked guilty. But ... one of the boys was a son ... his son.“My kid wouldn’t do that. He’s responsible. He’ll just look.”“JW? Surveillance Cameras,” Tyche said quietly, “he’s leaving the boys here.”Junior said, “They better not break it. That plane was two thousand dollars.”“Really?” said Tyche. “two thousand dollars?” She knew ... she was restating the price so. "Does your wife know?" she asked.I looked over at her, watching as Javier danced closer to her, thrusting his hips into her, grinding seductively against her pelvis as they danced."No," I said."Well when they get back, I'll distract Javier. You should probably let her know in case she feels uncomfortable. Give me a nod or a wink if it's safe for us to come back over. Oh and by the way, what do you think of Javier anyway?" He's very handsome," I replied. "Why?" No reason," she said, slowly. "Hello, I'm Lucy Avery, I'm here to do some modeling." I said it mostly to get her attention. She surely had been told to expect me."Yes, dad told me you were coming. You do have the right kind of look for the job. Even that god awful hair will work," she said."So you are the fashion expert," I said with a big smile. It was a bit demeaning I know."Dear, I will be shooting your images. Dad is semi retired these days. He takes care of the clients mostly." she said. "By the way my name is Wilma.".