The girl looked over her shoulder at Steph and held three fingers up in front of her, making sure neither girl on the couch could see. "How many finge...rs am I holding up?" she asked Steph.Steph smiled. "Three."The blonde still looked unconvinced. She moved behind me and lifted my shirt. I then felt her finger moving along my back. She was ... drawing letters there? B ... U ... L ... L ... S ... H..."Bullshit," Steph said before her friend could finish the word."Holy fuck!" the blonde said,. "Bill went on to explain to Susan that margin was only profit at the end of a project. Margin at the beginning of a project was only the margin of error available before he had to start paying the customer to do the job. He hadn't paid a customer to do a job yet so he wasn't real worried about that. He did explain in detail how much time Susan had saved him and time was money in his business. The project was priced as if everything and everyone was coming from Phoenix. Any man power or. Tony would come home and find the living room furniture moved on more than one occasion. It was a sign that Nina wasn't settled yet. She talked often of missing the children, despite the fact that they saw them almost every weekend.They decided to keep one of their cars, Nina's. It was a late-model Lexus. The townhouse came with a two-car garage, but one would be enough for their needs. Tony would take a bus or a cab to work and not have to worry about parking. Nina could take the parkway to. Every pair to a tent. There are condoms and lube inside! Dont forget to use them. They kept beaming at us, and made no move to leave. None of us made to go to the tents. The impasse lasted five seconds. Ten seconds. Fifteen seconds. Someone sneezed. The adults grins looked painted on. I felt a hand grab my wrist. I looked at my alleged partner. She looked fierce. I noticed her dusting of freckles. She really was beautiful, in an awkward, nerdy way that tugged at my heartstrings. We need to be.