“… and watch out for a sharp-tongued b***h who heads the Faux News Team. She’s the number one investigative reporter for Faux News and from what I hear she’s taken a special interest in you and your history.”
We were in the kitchen. Again. Outside, a summer thunderstorm had brewed up and was lighting up the dark skies with bright regularity. Occasionally there would be a rattle of thunder strong enough to shake the building and the prattle of heavy rain pounding on the roof seemed to be growing in intensity. We were almost dressed modestly, me in a T-shirt and a pair of slacks. Debra scandalously sitting on a barstool dressed in one of my expensive shirts and nothing else, eating some toast and jam and drinking a beer. Debra eating and talking, waving either a piece of toast or her beer b
