Chapter ninety one

David

Whatever my father took before he landed must have been very strong.

What do people who are from having sex actually look like?

How does he even come up with that conclusion?

Besides, Maria we're talking about.

I'm thinking I'd have to do some magic for her to really have sex with me. At least that's what I think.

"What do you mean?" I ask as we are both standing at the door shocked by his words. That was so least expected from him.

"Because that's how you look. I wasn't born yesterday." he answers.

"I could disagree with that. It seems I'm the one who's the father here and you're the son." I respond.

Maria and I approach his desk as we take the seats opposite to him.

There's a cup of coffee on his desk. He must have been serious with all nighter he said he was going to pull.

It's still eleven., which seems to be so early for him.

But wait, he asked two questions while we walked in.