Instructions Please?

I came in behind her-how did all the kids move so fast? Or was it just me?
Bradley was lounged on the couch watching Cynthia. He was 17 or 18, I don’t know why I expected him to not look her over at least a thousand times.
Phillipe came out of the kitchen with two beers. He gave me one and handed one to Cynthia.
“She’s only 16.” I objected.
Phillipe started to say something, but Cynthia beat him to it. “Oh shut up, I’m gonna need this.”
Bradley stood up, “Cynthia huh? I’m Brad. Nice ta meet ya.” He bowed dramatically, his eyes all over her…again.
“Can we get started please? I got other stuff to do.” Phillipe said irritably.
“Fine-upstairs.” Bradley said, leading the way.
We went up the spiral staircase, down the hall a little ways and entered the second door on the left.
We all filed in, saying very little.
We stood around for a minute until Phillipe snorted, “Well get on with it kid.”
She sighed, “I don’t know what I’m doing! Instructions would be nice!”
At that, Phillipe started laughing hysterically.

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