Chat with cute little Abbie

“Hey Abbie,” you say and walk next to her, “do you need some help?”

“With pleasure,” Abbie says happy, “but I just wait for the water to boil so we can make noodles. It’s rather boring.”

“Why don’t you talk a little while waiting?” Rita asks amused, “It’s about time little Abbie gets her first male friend. You spend too much time with girls.”

“I have plenty of male friends,” Abbie replies a little upset, “I mean … Marcus and Dr. Sly are two. That’s a start, right? Whatever, I’m glad you wanted to help me. Maybe you are a good example. If she sees how good we all work together, maybe even Sophie one day decides to work with us.”

“In your dreams, little one,” G mumbles amused.

“What is the deal with this Sophie anyway,” you ask and put the salt away to not knock it over, “who is she?”

“Sophie is … well that’s a little difficult to describe,” Abbie admits and steals a piece of carrot G just cut, “she was sentenced to four years for **** dealing, **** and prostitution. She was just 18 back then and since she is 20 she lives here. We have to watch over her permanently to keep her away from bad influence. Sometimes she can be quiet unpredictable. Despite this she is mostly on herself. She avoids everyone and never moves a finger in this house. That’s really mean of her. Even her boss at work complains about her. I fear she is just one step away from getting back to old behavior. And this would mean they sent her back to prison.”

“Sounds sad,” you mumble, “is there a reason she acts this way?”

“Well, we mostly blame her terrible asshole of an ex-boyfriend,” Abbie replies bitter, “the bastard gave her the first **** to keep her under his control. Since then it only got worse. You would do us a great favor if you help us keep an eye on her.”

“Sure thing,” you promise, “in the detention center were a lot of dealers and addicted guys. Some were very violent, some just had a sad life.”

“I hope every day she lets us help her,” Abbie mumbles, “We would welcome her with open arms. And I would hug her until she feels warm and welcome. But enough about this. Let’s focus on the food. Are you allergic on something or a vegetarian like G?”

“I like meat,” you answer carefully, “and I have no allergies. But I always thought a vegetarian activist girl is just a cliché.”

“Mostly it is, but not in my case,” G answers sharp, “I will never eat animals. But I guess I can’t expect everyone to live like I do. If you want to get on my good side, you could reduce your meat consume a little. But that’s just a suggestion.”

“Everyone except G eats meat in this house,” says Abbie happy, “but since she is here we eat a little less too. She is still the only one who eats like a rabbit.”

“Yeah, can’t wait until we ger rid of her,” Paula adds smiling, “our beautiful flower patch is gone because she wants to grew salat in it.”

“Barbarians,” G replies, “if I remember correctly you were the one who sometimes sneaks out to steal some of my carrots, Abbie.”

“Well, I’m not sure she does this to eat them,” Paula comments and points between her legs before laughing.

“What?” Abbie asks shocked, “no, that’s not true! I would never do such naughty things. Or waste food. G I promise I just eat them.”

“So, you prefer them in your mouth?” G asks naughty, “if you let them grow a little more they get extra-long and thick. Max, you better lock your room overnight.”

“No,” Abbie cries ****, “I … I would never … I don’t even like …”

“Girls it’s enough, stop teasing little Abbie,” Rita interrupts, “I know we all like to tease Abbie, but we have guests and from now on we have a boy in the house. I don’t want you to get one of them on stupid ideas that would risk their probations.”

“Sorry, mom,” Paula mumbles but still grins, “it’s just too much fun.”

“If you are done with your work, sit down, ladies!” Rita replies, “I finish cooking and one of you should get Sophie.”