Precious stood there in her employers living room, staring at his apparent conquest of the night. And<i>wooooooow </i>the man got game. How the hell did that grouchy old fuck get a pretty young thing like<i>that? </i>Because no way was he a prostitute. Prostitutes dont make breakfast in the morning, and Precious would know.<br/><br/>Precious came forward, all the fingers not needed to hold her keys and coffee spread in a 'hold up' gesture.<br/><br/>"Wait, wait, wait," she said, sculpted brows raised and a knowing smile stretching her lips until it had taken up the entirety of her face. "You mean.... to tell me... that Eddy<i>fucks?" <br/>
</i><br/>Precious had worked with Eddy for almost three years and in all that time he has never brought someone home. Now, that wouldnt necessarily mean he wasnt seeing someone, but Precious knew for a fact that the man had not left his three block radius of existence in all that time. He was at the home or at the bar and that was it. Precious had tried setting him up on dates but Eddy was so violently against it that she thought he had turned celibate.<br/><br/>"God damn, it's about damn time that asshole got laid. Like wow! Wow!" She gasped, laughing and genuinely ecstatic that Eddy got some. "This is like a Christmas miracle!"<br/><br/>Never mind the fact they were in the early parts of summer.<br/><br/>"I'm sorry, I'm Precious, Eddy's CNA, it's real nice to meet you," she said as she hurriedly put down her coffee to hold out her hand to shake.