the earth has music for those who listen
"Depends," says Mateo, only for the make-up artist to tut him into silence so she can keep his face still. She does pick up where he left off with a titter, though. "There are a lot of different positions," she trills. Mateo swings his legs on the barrel, and although he does find some of what Ever says amusing, he is not nearly as tittery as the whore doing his mascara.
Blinking as he's allowed to move again, he glances back at his friend and wrinkles his nose. "No," he says, "they are my dads." But then, reconsidering, he tilts his head. "Not on purpose, anyway. I have walked in on them lots of times. They aren't very subtle, and they tend to be all over each other a lot anyway." Smiling at the whore as she proclaims he's done! and one of her friends calls her back in from her break, Mateo waves as she clicks back into Molly's out of sight.
"I know a window where you can spy, if you want to see," he suggests.
Blinking as he's allowed to move again, he glances back at his friend and wrinkles his nose. "No," he says, "they are my dads." But then, reconsidering, he tilts his head. "Not on purpose, anyway. I have walked in on them lots of times. They aren't very subtle, and they tend to be all over each other a lot anyway." Smiling at the whore as she proclaims he's done! and one of her friends calls her back in from her break, Mateo waves as she clicks back into Molly's out of sight.
"I know a window where you can spy, if you want to see," he suggests.
