Cage groaned. Stephen tightened his grip on the steering wheel and blared the horn in frustration. "Don't lie. You are texting. This is unfair!" Cage looked at him with a weird expression. "Take my phone. Type what I say."
The cell phone was tossed to Cage and he smacked it away like a hot potato. Fuck that.
"Voice to text input is a thing. Please use it, don't ask me to do your dirty work." He shook his head. "What is wrong with you?"
Stephen groaned. "I don't want to say it out loud!" And then he stopped.
"Now I am sure your mother dropped you on your head when you were a baby." The sheer stupidity. "How are you this way and handling multi-million dollar deals?" He shook his head.
[Rinsten: But also, different cabins? Explain how that is going to happen. On another note, I am glad to hear that I won't be hearing then tear each other's clothes.]
I am racing to build a 50k stockpile and failing miserably. At this rate, it will take me a couple of years to get anywhere close. Pray for me.
Throw all your stones at me and remember to leave loads of comments. It's keeping me from my nightmares.