“Meaning? How would you even know if I know this Kirchoff man you're talking about?” I frowned.
“The man that was standing next to George the other time, I think his cousin or some kind of sponsor for this show,” he whispered harshly.
“And how do you know he's involved with Edison?” I questioned, intending on keeping my stance of not having a single clue.
He hesitated, speaking reluctantly with his eyes averted from me, “Those pictures, it was him that was inside of them,” he bashfully added.
I frowned, planning to press it a bit longer, “That picture simply had Edison and the man's d**k inside of him only, how do you–”
“Look I'll explain all this to you later, just get ready so we can get out of here,” he interrupted, “Maybe head out for dinner or something.”
“What about Stephanie?
