You help G

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

“A man willing to help a woman in the kitchen is even rarer than a unicorn,” G comments short, “you either want to pick me up or make a good first impression.”

“G, aren’t you a little too young to be so cynical?” Rita asks amused, “come on, let the young guy be a gentleman.”

“Fine, you can help me,” G gives in, “who knows, maybe you are really helpful. We can’t use another Sophie in this house.”

“What is the deal with this Sophie anyway,” you ask and begin to cut some paprika, “who is she?”

“Sophie is … well that’s a little difficult to describe,” G admits and reaches for a big piece of broccoli, “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 **** and ****. She is unpredictable if she gets some. Despite this she hates everyone and never moves a finger in this house. 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 back to prison.”

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

“Well, we mostly blame her asshole of an ex-boyfriend,” G replies bitter, “the bastard gave her the first **** to keep her under his control. Since then it only got worse. I’m not sure if she is addicted or just never gives a shit about anything. But 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.”

“Well, that will not change here,” G mumbles, “but enough about this. Let’s focus on the food. I assume you prefer meat?”

“I like meat, yes,” you answer carefully, “you not? I thought a vegetarian activist is just a cliché.”

“Mostly it is, but not in my case,” G answers and steals a piece of your paprika to eat it, “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 it 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.”