D Net Girls throw Guy a housewarming party done 1.8
After the closing, Net Girls, Coral and Carla, met him at the escrow office, each of them had a Ford Raptor, full-size bed. Send your little car home, big guy, we’re going shopping. Next stop was Costco. The rotating exhibit was real leather furniture; that stuff is getting hard to find, what is happening to all the cows? LED lamps, flashlights, Ring door bell, liquor, (the good stuff), Rubbermaid premier food storage, plastic bags, cleaning supplies, whew, have you ever furnished a house from scratch? The bill at checkout was $7,892.00, Carla laughed, just think about all the points.
Coral and Carla brought in the trucks, carthandlers loaded them up while the girls put on the trademarked, Net Girls show. Off to the house. Some of Wonk’s “off duty”, (think overtime and house warming present), PSEs met them, moved all the stuff into place, worked with the Net Girls to put in the alarms, much of it in the frames of DeepDream paintings, Wonk paid the bill, Clarissa hung the artwork. Cardboard went in one truck for recycling, the rest in the other truck for the dump.
Girls come back. A young man is with them. Guy, (French pronunciation GEE), this is our cabana boy, our guy tonight, (English pronunciation ɡī). Strictly speaking the house warming was tomorrow night, but both lads were pretty sure it was going to get hot, hot, hot far sooner than that. The girls left to get more comfortable and park their 9mm Glocks in the gun safe, (Net Girls don’t drink alcohol when packing). Guy knew not to waste time. He introduced himself, I’m Guy, I work with the ladies on IT projects. I’m Harold, was the reply, I met them at a fraternity party, I am a senior at WSU studying electrical engineering.
Turnabout is fair play. Usually fraternity boys go to parties trying to pick up a girl, now Harold was flavor of the night, Net Girls, just wanna have fun. And through the doorway they came, short shorts, Coral in a red top, Carla in black, full wine glass in each hand, loaded for mischief. A toast to Guy’s new party place! Coral, Carla, selfie, she whooped, and Q phoned the pic right on Guy’s new couch.
Coral and Carla brought in the trucks, carthandlers loaded them up while the girls put on the trademarked, Net Girls show. Off to the house. Some of Wonk’s “off duty”, (think overtime and house warming present), PSEs met them, moved all the stuff into place, worked with the Net Girls to put in the alarms, much of it in the frames of DeepDream paintings, Wonk paid the bill, Clarissa hung the artwork. Cardboard went in one truck for recycling, the rest in the other truck for the dump.
Girls come back. A young man is with them. Guy, (French pronunciation GEE), this is our cabana boy, our guy tonight, (English pronunciation ɡī). Strictly speaking the house warming was tomorrow night, but both lads were pretty sure it was going to get hot, hot, hot far sooner than that. The girls left to get more comfortable and park their 9mm Glocks in the gun safe, (Net Girls don’t drink alcohol when packing). Guy knew not to waste time. He introduced himself, I’m Guy, I work with the ladies on IT projects. I’m Harold, was the reply, I met them at a fraternity party, I am a senior at WSU studying electrical engineering.
Turnabout is fair play. Usually fraternity boys go to parties trying to pick up a girl, now Harold was flavor of the night, Net Girls, just wanna have fun. And through the doorway they came, short shorts, Coral in a red top, Carla in black, full wine glass in each hand, loaded for mischief. A toast to Guy’s new party place! Coral, Carla, selfie, she whooped, and Q phoned the pic right on Guy’s new couch.
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