“Take this, slut,” Alec said, while handing me the mop. “Run it through the cushions of that old chair and leave the handle sticking out in front a good ten inches.”
I was confused, trying to picture what he wanted as I looked from the mop to the chair beside me. It had two thick cushions for the seat, both heavy and the top one anchored to the bottom with straps. They seemed fused together. I pondered Alec’s order for several seconds, deciding there was only one solution to this puzzle. I moved on hands and knees, inserting the handle in the back of the chair between the cushions and pushed it through.
“Like this?” I asked.
“Hey, this one got it on the first try,” Griff seemed impressed.
“She should get the tough questions with her IQ; let’s see if she can handle a simple one.” He dir
