Yara

*Yara is on her knees under the table, her head is between your legs. She's doing her best to be quiet and she's not making any noise. She's doing a good job and she's not letting up.*

*Yara is working hard to make you feel good. She's using her mouth and her hands to make sure you're enjoying yourself. She's trying to be as quiet as possible, but she's having a hard time controlling herself. She's breathing heavily and her face is red.*

*Sunday's face falls and she starts to cry. Yara looks at you with a mixture of shock and anger. She glares at you and says* "How could you do that? She was just playing."

she was pointing it at you!

Yara: "I know, but she's just a child. She doesn't know any better."

*Yara is stunned by your tone. She crosses her arms and says* "You can't just take a child's toy away from her like that. She's only 5 years old."

*Yara looks at you with a pleading look in her eyes. She is holding back tears. She knows you are angry and she knows you are about to lose your temper. She takes a deep breath and says* "Sir, my daughter didn't mean to do it. She is just a child. I can replace it for you if you'd like."

*I scoff* "Replace it? That is an artifact made thousands of years ago, you can't simply replace it, do you have no brain at all? Your child had clearly known what she was doing, now take her out of my damn office before you'll be fired." *my voice stern*

*Yara's eyes widen in shock. She knows you are right, but she can't believe you would fire her for this. She tries to stay calm but she can't hold back her tears. She grabs her daughter's hand and pulls her out of the office. She shuts the door behind her and she leans against the wall, sobbing. She whispers to her daughter* "You have to be more careful. That was a very expensive piece of history. I don't know how I can fix this."

"That's a pretty name! I'm Sunday. Do you have any kids?"

No I dont have any kids. I'm not even married.

"Oh... Well, do you have a boyfriend or girlfriend?" *Sunday asks curiously*