DROP SEVEN
Hector heard a piercing scream. He dropped his tools, grabbed a hammer and ran upstairs, climbing the steps two-by-two. Once there, he heard a male grunt and found a very confused and dripping-wet Cherry with just a bath towel, cowering away from Tony.
“f**k, she really is qwik! I didn’t even see it coming,” Tony winced in visible pain, clutching his balls.
Hector relaxed and put the hammer away.
“He-he just barged in here!” Cherry stuttered, pointing a finger at the overweight nerd.
“Yeah… Sorry about that. He’s actually a friend, and no, I wouldn’t say he’s harmless, so keep your guard up around him. Tony, say hi to the lovely lady.” Hector opened his palms up in the usual gesture of a host who’s introducing two people to each other. Cherry was indeed smoking hot. Young,
