<strong>Vern ~ Evie al la cart</strong><br/><br/>Vern felt the dismissal like a poke with a stick. Like many predicators, Vern had a long memory. He filed the challenge away for ‘Next Time’.  He scooped Evie in his arms and stepped past Moussad cuddling his bitch.<br/><br/>“Shut up Evie,” Vern said. “Later Raghead.”<br/><br/>The pair kept walking right out the storage room door. Vern wasn’t heading for the kitchen. There’d been some kind of explosion. Probably a custard boiled over and the limp dicks set the fire sprinklers off when they caught a mitten on fire… probably.  Some’em like that.<br/><br/>“I’ll fed yah when I’m damn ready,” Vern grumbled heading for his rooms.<br/><br/>He was almost definitely sure there was some peanut butter and jelly in the jar and a couple of pieces of bread. She could share his pitcher of tea and if she was really good a handful full of salt and vinegar Walkers. That was one thing the Limey’s did good. Them salt and vinegar chips.<br/><br/>Some grub. A little idiot tube. Evie sleeping on his cock. Well, two out of three ain’t bad and there’s always tomorrow.