"Who is this Wee Willy Wang?" says George, not knowing whether to laugh or gag.
"He's the real estate agent who just sold us a lovely vintage Victorian era mansion in New Westminster" says Carl. "And now it's confirmed. The house is ours."
"How did he get that name?" says Jeffrey, dunking a Peak Freens short bread into his coffee.
"Ew, don't make a lot of crumbs", says George to him.
"I'll try my best dear."
"He's Taiwanese. Just twenty-two."
"What kind of shape is the place in", says Jeffrey.
"It's a bit of a fixer-upper", say I. "Nothing too serious. Maybe some painting and minor renos."
"Oh, look at you", mutters George at his husband, "You're getting crumbs all over yourself."
"You can always lick them off."
"Do you want to get spanked?"
"Oh, promises, promises!
"I think some of us could move in in a couple of weeks", says Carl.
"How many bedrooms?", says Jeffrey.
"At least twelve", say I
"Deal."
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