He would ditch out after prep from Wilma and come back for the book. They landed on the bottom floor. When the doors opened, Jason's wife picked through the cold cuts' tray and sipped from a flute wine glass.
"You got some young and strong help today," she said.
Her hair cut on one side with the other side long and curly. The slinky evening gown opened down to her navel. The pearl necklace she wore was an overkill.
"Wilma who is this?" She asked.
"Ronnie," Wilma said. Carly turned the faucet on and wiggled her fingers under the water. "Where's a towel, Wilma?"
Wilma passed her a towel off the sink behind her. Then Carly dried her fingers. Brice grip a lettuce head and tore it in half. He nudged Carly to the side turning the faucet to rinse the produce as she dipped her finger in her glass.
"You're not older enough to drink," Carly said as Wilma removed the lid from the steaming pot. "Egg noddle and sausage?"
"Yes," Wilma slammed the strainer in the sink compartment."
"Do you want to taste what you can get at 21 years old," said Carly pressing her finger against Brice's lips. He sucked on half of her finger while she giggled.
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