“Ok. Let me get in here. This shift is going to be a breeze now,” she sang, strolling up the sidewalk. Nite turned to his brother and shook his head. “What?” Dai chortled. “I can’t believe you got the caregiver high.” “Aye, it was either that or bend her over in the back of your car. She wearing her good bra and I have mommy issues.” “You’re fucking sick.” Nite shook his head. “Blame mommy dearest in there,” Dai replied, hopping in the passenger seat.
