"Well... I don't know if I want to let you off the hook just yet. I mean you seem to be doing OK as a goth." Jon remarked.
"The Fucking Hell I am! Do you have any idea how tight this Fucking Corset is!" Zoe shouted.
"Wow since when did you have such a short fuse? Anyway, here's what I propose. If you win, then you don't have to be a goth anymore. But if I win, then you get to not only be a goth, you have to clean my room for a week no you become a sexy goth. I got it you wont be a member of this family but our 20 year old live in maid, live in Goth maid"
"That's pretty steep," Zoe said. "How about if I win besides me no longer being a goth girl, you are"
"Harsh I like it, looser stay's that way for a week."
"All right. I don't have much fucking choice, now, do I? What's the bet?"
"Well, . . ."
