Mandy's declaration

"So Mandy, whats for breakfast?" I ask as if she was going to cook all along. She glares at me angerly. "J-john, I have an anouncment to make." She tells me changeing the subject. "Oh? What could this be?" I say sarcasticly. "Please, make you grand declaration Mandy my dear." As I lean against the door frame I hear her mutter "Fucker, why the hell did I have to fall for such an ASShole."

"I heard that Mandy." I tell her off hand. She meeps in suprise but still manages to pull herself together. "N-now John, I've decided to make you my underling. A-and seeing that y-your now working for me...I am going to be moving in here." She stutters slightly. I notice that all through her little announcement her cheeks seemed to have gone from bright pink to tomato red. "Oh so YOUR just decideing to move in now huh? Ok, you can stay" Her mouth twitchs slightly as her eyes light up happly. "But I wont be listening to a word you say."

I walk out of the room and start towards the kitchen. "Hey...HEY!! Goddamn it John!! I'm TRYING to be reasonable here!!" She yowls in desperation as she runs after me. "So what should I have for breakfast?" I say while ignoreing Mandy. "Eggs? Cereal?" "Dont IGNORE me you bastard!" She screams. I spin arouund and grab her chin with my hand. "Carefull with that tone Missy, I can always boot your pretty little butt out that door you know!" I whisper to her.

Her eyes fill with fear. "N-n-no...wait..I..we." She mumbles. "Sit down Mandy I'll get you some breakfast." She reluctantly follows my orders. "I have a counter offer for you Mandy my love. I'll agree to let you live here and I'll even pretend to be your underling while in public, BUT!" She looks at me confused. "But? BUT WHAT!?" She yelps as she slaps her hands on the table. I shoot her a look and she sits back down. "Better. Now as I was saying, But you have to follow MY every command." I say offhandidly like I was reading off the sports scores in the paper.

I hand her a bowl of Corn Pops. She gives me a look like she wants to **** me, but I notice that her nipples are showing through the fabric of the t-shirt. "Well? Whats your answer?" I dont even look at her as I sit down to eat.