Darrell groaned, making Cyrene giggle like a little schoolgirl. Her cheeks were red as a tomato. She looked at her hands that were playing with the hem of the black t-shirt that she wore.
"Boy, you better not start making love to my daughter in front of this crowd, or so help me, god, I am going to castrate you."
"Dad calms down. It is nothing," Cyrene said as she rolled her eyes at her dad.
"It is nothing. He was practically making love to you with his eyes. There is no way I am going to allow that to happen in front of my eyes.
"Dad, will you stop it? My ears hurt just from listening to you," Cyrene complained.
"I am sorry, sir, but I think I can provide you a place to stay before you find your own."
