No.
Okay. So…where are you?
Big Bad Raf:
At work.
What psycho goes to the office on a Sunday?
Big Bad Raf:
The one who has a stalker sleepwalking around his house and mountains of case work to get through.
I’m pretty sure I didn’t get here myself.
Big Bad Raf:
No. Not in the state you were in.
Big Bad Raf:
But seeing as you’re feeling well enough to annoy me, get moving.
Sure. See you soon.
Big Bad Raf:
Highly doubtful.
I just happen to need a lawyer. And if my memory serves me correctly, you’re a lawyer who just so happens to be working today. So, yes—see you soon.
Stella:
Chiara Angela Maria Gigioliotti, I need a full report. Does Raf put the Big Dick in BDE?
Chiara:
Angela Maria? *Thinking emoji*
Stella:
They seemed like the most Italian middle names you could get. But you’re deflecting! Spill the beans. Drop all on Raf’s big balls!
Evie:
FFS Stella. I am 1000% certain Sophia would rather think about anything other than her brother’s bits and balls.
Stella:
Sophia. Shut your eyes and close your ears. Better, Evie?
Evie:
Hardly, but you are who you are. As you were. Chiara, how are you feeling, girlie? Did you forget us pint-sized ladies are not really made for alcohol? *Giggling emoji*
Stella:
Bitch! I don’t care about her size! I want to know about his and if her pussy was made for Raf’s big dick!
