I prepared a brick for client 23, a skinny, tall guy with a shaky hand. Outside, leaning on my raggedy car, I wait as a blood moon shines down on to the surroundings. My phone buzzes from my pocket so I take it out and realizes who it is. "Hey baby."

"Lexie, I made a new friend at school and I shared my candy with them too!" My lil sis voice celebrates. So innocent and trouble free. "Oh, and I have a science fair on Saturday, will you come?"

"Of course, I won't miss it for anything, Liz."

"What about daddy?"

I pause, thinking carefully on how I should word my next sentence. I can't say he doesn't care, she's too young to hear that. She loved Bill, I can't mess with that. "He'll try his best, he's very busy with work."

"Oh." She gets a little sad...I could picture her big brown eyes and yellowish hair, her fingers running through the curls like they always did when she got down about something.

"I'll come over in a bit tell the babysitter she can leave, we can watch The Incredibles and get pizza."

"Cookies!!" She demands.

"And ice cream too." She sequels. A blue car pulls up, tires rubbing on concrete. "I gotta go baby girl, I'll see you later okay?"

"OKAAAYYYYY I LOOOOVVEEE YOOOOU!!!"

I chuckle and hang up. Client 23, what ever his name is, rolls down a window. I lean off of my car and walk to the window, sliding over the coke and taking the $200. "Thanks man." He waves a shaky hand at me. I feel sorry for the guy. How fucked up was his life that he had to tear up his body like this? I mean I smoke too, a few times a week due to me having self control, but this guy had to puff up every day.

"Yeah, you welcome." His car jets off, I move my foot before it gets ran over.

At Bill's, three thousand square foot, gated and secluded mansion, I relieve the babysitter, an okay looking girl. Average looking with dark hair and eyes. A bit thick though, around the thighs. I hand her the typical $250 dollars from the checkbook on the kitchen counter...wow, Bob was nice with other people, strangers, more than he was with me. His son. "Thank you."

"I could stay."

My chick radar goes off. I could use some pussy. "Cool."

Lizzie races down a marble floor, her socks slipping, as she nears me. "Lexie!!" She hops up into my arms. I kiss her forehead. "You took forever, mister, I made popcorn and got drinks ready, oh and I made a tent we will look at the movie under it."

"Yes ma'am."

"Is Maggie staying?"

"Yes, I am, let get the movie started huh?" She takes my sister to the living room. I head upstairs to a grand ass, blue and white hallway and into my old room. Everything was dusty inside. A huge window looked out onto a ground pool. Memories hit me. Sneaking girls into here and fucking, throwing pool parties when mom was out working and Bill was on business trips. I open a draw and grab joggers and a tank, I remove my shirt. "Hey."

I turn to see Maggie standing by the door, she eyes my black tattoos which cover my neck down to my waist line. "Hey."

"So, your sister is mixing the cookies, it takes her about fifteen minutes." She bites her lip.

I unzip my pants. "Well, what are you waiting for."

She nears me, running her hands down my neck, where my tattoos are, and down to my pants. Pulling them down. "You should come over more often." She bites my neck, my nipples, my stomach then licks down my dick. I clutch at her hair, cum rising up to my cock. Throbbing, Tightening. She sucks me. Her mouth wet and warm, and snug against my dick. Slapping. My hands push her head closer, so she goes in deeper, I feel her throat her lips too, they both scrap. I cum a little when she takes my dick out and swallows, her mouth open, letting me see her do so. Fuck.