" oh thank! Thank you thank!" She says jumping up and down,flour flying everywhere. " I promise I won't try to sleep with your husband. While I was cleaning I found some very slutty clothes,so I assume the role of ship wench is already filled."

Erich smiles and nods to Ada. " we'll be big as houses if she keeps baking like this." Erich's eyes grow wide. " big as houses?! Oh shit,where is Dietrich!? " he stammers,looking under his plate.

Teresa breathes a sigh of relief. " it nearly took ten years off my life,thinking you dressed like that. Erica lives here too?! She's seems sweet...in not a little "open with her body" herself."

Erich slightly frowns at the swipe at Erica,but says nothing. Erich panics more. " he's with Nichole? She's going to feed him all kinds of wacky ass pregnant food. I don't want our cat coming back smelling of pickles and mint Ice cream! You know pregnant people have an agenda. They want to turn us all like them."

Teresa looks at Ada. "Wow,so it really isn't an act with him,is it?" She nods to erich.

Teresa giggles and starts cleaning up the substantial mess she made with the baking of the cake. " I can't wait to meet the rest of your merry band of Miscreants." She says turning on the water.


Erich nods slowly.still unsure how poor Dietrich will cope on the harsh streets of Detroit. He is a lover,not a fighter. " I'm sure Nichole will do great. I just don't like our cat being her practice run. Oh well,I do like being alone with you. He can give some dirty looks when I touch you." Erich scowls.

" just like his father. I wouldn't like you petting anyone else....though,come to think of it...that little bastard is cheating on us!" Erich pats his pockets for his phone to call Dietrich.

Teresa lights up. " really?! Finally someone to talk to while being the designated driver! " Teresa then looks puzzled ."Sam is straightedge and is with Nichole? The same Nichole that chugged vodka hourly on that tv show?? That has to be weird. " she says with a giggle.

" good shot!" Teresa cackles. " I saw acts of hate once. That Sam can certainly make the ladies swoon." Teresa says with. Grin. " not my type,but swoon worthy."

"i like my men a little less metal-ie." teresa says thoughtful nod. " you'll "make" me like girls? what kind of crazy boat did i just sign up for!" she giggles.


erich raises an eyebrow. " and thus this takes a dark turn... i think erica has some handcuffs..." he offers in his most helpful tone.

erich hums "dueling banjos" while teresa looks petrified.

erich abruptly stops. "oh...you were joking,ada?" he says as he starts to get up from his chair. "i kid ,i kid. " he laughs and eats more cake.

teresa shrugs. "i dont really know if i am or not. i must be straight,as i've yet to meet a woman who...um,turns my crank." she says,still eyeing the pair of them in case they are serious.

erich pops his head and and far too loudly asks "what the fuck? when did this happen?"


teresa stuffs cake in her mouth to keep from laughing too hard.

"oh." erich says,not exactly sure what to follow that oh up with. he finally settles on " well,we both know erica.it was only a matter of time before she...suggested such a thing.you should watch out teresa,you are just her type." he warns.

teresa looks surprised. "oh! i am? " she straightens her glasses.

teresa looks rather offended,as she knows who natalya is. she says nothing but fumes as she picks frosting off her fork.

erich looks to ada. "erica's types are usually more..." he gestures to ada and teresa . "and like nichole. not blonde and natalya like. i think erica could care less how natalya looks,she just loves her personality....odd,given most people would assume the opposite about their relationship." he says with a shrug.