When his father interjected himself into Daniel, Laura and Lucy's conversation, saying he didn't think they should have this conversation without Rory, he mentally snorted.
"Trust me, Rory won't mind." He muttered to himself, looking over his newly arrived dildo. Maybe he should give his brother one.
"What is that supposed to mean?" Paul sighed as if it were a big bother that he was still there, turning around to stare at him.
"Oh," he smiled peaceably at his audience, "Nothing."
"Did Rory find a new girlfriend already?" Laura looked distraught, he noted disinterestedly.
"There, there now, I'm sure that's not true," Paul patted her on the shoulder as he turned to him with wide, meaningful eyes. The man had always been a pervert. "Is it, Edwin?"
Was he supposed to play along or tell the truth? Sometimes his father was so confusing, sending out so many mixed signals.
"It's not my place to say." He decided, wrapping his arms around his box of delivered goods, hoisting them up with a small grunt.
"Where are you going?" Paul called to him as he walked away.
"Upstairs."
"You're supposed to be in school!"
He had a project. How many times was he supposed to answer? Why did he think he was ordering so many things? He couldn't wait to inflate those women.
Where was the thing you used to pump up bicycle wheels?
Maybe he could get Daniel to help; after all, it was naked women. Even though his completely disgusting brother already had two women from the same family in bed with him. Now he was going for a threesome, which he doubted very much would happen.