"What's wrong?" Jesus asked. Body a little sore from being tossed and f****d hard like he was the enemy, Jesus' body was sated. But he could see something was bothering Sven. "My father is at the loft. Him and his family."
Jesus looked at Sven surprised, "Why?" Sven shook his head, "Robert got laid off, he has nothing apparently and is now so desperate he uses children's cow eyes to get a bed out of me."
Jesus shook his head, "That's f*****g atrocious. Are you okay?" Sven sat up, "Honestly no. God, every time I see Robert , I'm fifteen and trying to earn his love all over again." Jesus looked at Sven sadly, "What are you going to do?"
Sven lit a joint as he dragged a hand through his hair, "I don't know, "I can't kick them out on the street or I'll sure have a press scandal on my han
