Greg opened the side privacy fence and walked up to us.“We need to talk.” He started. I turned to Mandy and she had her arms crossed her chest.“...Don’t cover up, whore, He has seen you before.” I commanded. She uncrossed her arms.“Oh my God,” He exclaimed as he walked to her looking at her eye.“I treated her like the whore she is.” I was getting a little drunk.“I need to know what you plan on doing?” Greg said.I looked at Mandy and commanded, “You suck his dick or you will get another beating,. Norm. How are things?" I lookedaround at the array of coffee stains and crumbs on the cedar furniture.It looked like Olga was keeping the worst of the debris from a longnight at bay, but drew the line at wiping surfaces. I didn't change mymind about the standard of her work. That said, I didn't change my mindabout how good her lips would look wrapped around my cock, either.It looked like the boys had made a night of it here in Tom's office. Ididn't much like that. After all, I was junior. Me and Amos (my uncle) make our way to Carter and Sadie, when I hear my name get called. "Tyler! You've grown so much!" my grandmother says"Hey, Nana. Hey, Pops." I hug them"Gran who's that?" Sadie asks"Hey sis, look at you almost a woman!" I go for a hug but she backs away."Sadie this is your brother, Tyler. You probably don't remember him, but it looks like he remembers you." Nana says"Even Carter doesn't dress like that." She scrunches her nose at the thin cotton shirt and pants. "Speak of. She'd justbeen recruited as the gallery manager. They'd gone for a drink, and then ameal and all of a sudden they were best friends, closer than they'd ever beenat college. Natasha checked herself in the mirror. She was pleased with what she saw:shoulder-length, straight, honey-coloured hair, hazel eyes and a cute nose,or at least that's what her last boyfriend had told her. She was proud of hershapely five foot four figure and her thirty-six inch C-cup breasts. She slammed the door behind.