Chapter Seventeen

If life gives you melons – then you may be dyslexic. Try to make lemonade any way you have to spell it.

The way Crystal seemed resistant to the idea of rules, and the way Savannah rolled her eyes and carried on, I couldn’t be sure if they were acting the part of the reluctant mom with no control over her daughter and the bratty teenage daughter; or this is just how they are.

One thing was for sure - if they really wanted to stop doing it, we could have all just walked away and we were not.

Instead, I was belly to belly and tit to tit with my cousin while everyone else grinned at our discomfort. OJ and his friend were grinning at us, Crystal was lounging as if she were a queen, and I was sure that Lloyd and Conner were watching from the pool area with big grins on their faces.

“Don’t worry girls,” Odd Jobs grinned, “I am going to get you some lunch and take care of you. All you have to do is to be boner-popping and rake in the money!” he assured us.

Crystal sounded skeptical when she said, “And you aren’t going to ask for a cut?”

“Not today,” Odd Jobs reassured her. “We are going to do an experiment. You do it my way and the take is all yours. I will take you to Outback Steakhouse tonight and you can all eat on me. Girls, you may be a little sore to sit down but you want to eat steak tonight?”

He hushed his voice like he was giving stage direction when he asked the question. I quickly ascertained that he was shifting between being our ‘agent’ directing this little scenario, and a role that he intended to play himself as a stalwart disciplinarian.

“Yeah I guess,” Savannah was reluctant but added a “Sir”. I had assumed Olive Garden and Outback were fairly mediocre restaurants – even though we had terrible food waiting for us back at the trailer, it hardly seemed like the treat Odd Jobs made it out to be.

“Good work!” he smiled and smacked her hard on her ass – “That is the kind of attitude I want you to give when the tricks pull up.”

I looked at Savannah’s expression and I just knew that she hadn’t been acting at all. She was just naturally reluctant. She let him believe what he wanted and nodded.

“You boys run down to Five Guy’s and get us all some lunch,” he let my Cousin borrow his red truck and told him to get something special for us - I could only imagine what that might be. Conner just grinned at me the same way I probably grinned at him when he was waist deep in muck. He seemed to be reveling in the hard work and jumped in the truck with Lloyd.

“You can use Shawn’s old beat up pickup truck for practice while we wait for lunch.” He informed us that we always need a ‘bait car’. This is the vehicle we wash when no one else is stopping to make them look at us.

“We know that,” Savannah sounded impatient but tacked on a “Sir” right before his hand smacked her ass. “You save that sass for the customers,” he grinned as his hand stopped just short of connecting.

Savannah pushed her ass out for him. “That little love tap you gave me wasn’t nothing,” she literally dared him to spank her. I felt him connect with her ass when he spanked her before – I knew it was no light slap.

“We ain’t washing his truck for free though, Sir,” Savannah quickly changed the subject before Odd Jobs had a chance to reconsider his decision not to spank her for real.

“Shawn,” he called over the man I had spoken to briefly at the bathroom. “You would pay twenty bucks to have these two fine little girls give some TLC to your truck wouldn’t you?”

Shawn considered us very carefully as if sizing us up. I offered him a face that suggested ‘pretty please?’ and pathetically batted my eyes at him. I wasn’t sure what Savannah did because the side of her face was pushed up tight next to mine while we embraced.

“It is just a ’78 3/4 ton beat up old pickup which suits me just fine. It gets beat up and covered in dirt because 5 ton magnets smack it around.” He explained he did a job involving scrap metal.

“So you want the hand wash,” Savannah made a jerk-off motion with her hand, “or you want to do that all by yourself later; after you get done gawking at us, Sir?” she dared him to say yes he wanted us to wash his car. She did not have open contempt, but there was an unruliness to her voice that made the title ‘Sir’ sound completely superfluous.

“Well since you asked so fucking politely ‘Miss-can’t be wrong’.” Shawn grinned in approval, “If your Mom will wash too, then I guess I could come off twenty bucks.”

“Fuck that,” Crystal mewed like a lazy cat on her perch. “I will let you put some suntan lotion on me though, while these two do all the work. I am trying to teach them a lesson.”

Shawn grinned and asked what our lesson was in.

“Tell the man Ellen,” Crystal scolded me. “You were over there trying to be lazy and flirt with him earlier while your cousin did all the work. I am surprised you didn’t tell him then!””

“Well Sir,” I was trying to buy some time to think, and started my explanation with what we were supposed to call him out of instinct.

“You don’t have to call me Sir,” he said with a very good-natured tone, “I am just Shawn.”

“I have to call you Sir,” I explained while searching his face for some sign that he didn’t think I was crazy.

“Why?” was all he said in response.

“Stop being so bashful Ellen Tinkle,” Crystal prompted me. “You weren’t so bashful last night when you were showing off around the pool area; with just your friends to see you strutting around in just a diaper!”

Shawn raised a bemused eyebrow – he may not have understood, but he was now curious.

“We have to say Sir because we haven’t learned to show respect to our betters,” I was guessing what the lesson really was supposed to be since this was all play-acting. “We aren’t supposed to be on a first name basis. We are trying to learn to behave ourselves, Sir.”

He smiled and nodded, but asked about the diaper. I was afraid he would.

“Last night Savannah and I snuck out to the pool area in diapers,” I admitted – I could already feel this was going to be a long embarrassing day and that all eyes were on me. It sounded so ridiculous – that making up a lie would have been easier. I could see Odd Jobs nephew out of the corner of my eye – he seemed to be the only one who wasn’t chuckling at how awkward and uncomfortable I sounded.

“He knows you wore a diaper Dummy, he is asking why,” Savannah sneered at me.

“You watch it young lady,” Crystal warned Savannah to watch her attitude. “I can’t get these two to listen at all. I am at my wits end. Come and sit with me Shawn and you can rub some lotion into my shoulders.”

Shawn obliged my Aunt and sat down on the edge of her lawn chair. He began rubbing suntan lotion into his hands in order to knead it into her back, while he waited for me to explain myself.

“We just wanted attention I guess, Sir.” I didn’t think telling him the entire reality of the situation would seem believable and I wasn’t sure he was all that interested in a long drawn out story. We were told to separate and start washing his truck and we both grabbed rags –bent over and started half-washing the dirty old truck that would probably be dirty right after we finished.

“You just wore diapers?” Shawn wanted me to confirm and asked if we had on tops. I could see in his face he was hoping we had chosen to wear no tops.

I thought there was no harm in embellishing a little and lied, “We wore pacifiers around our neck and went out like actual babies, Sir.”

“You didn’t care that anyone saw your bare chest?” Shawn smiled as he asked the question – I could tell he was hoping the answer was no.

Savannah chest bumped me “She ain’t got no tits, they thought she was a boy, Sir!”

“Did not!” I bumped back defiantly with a grin on my face – I was happy for a chance to act out instead of continuing with the awkward questions.

Savannah grinned and bumped me hard –almost knocking me over. “You see she can cover her mosquito bites with my old SpongeBob top.”

Shawn stood up and walked a few steps to where we were standing. “They don’t look that small to me. They look like they are standing up and out on their own. You like it when guys pay attention to your boobs?”

He started to reach for my tits. I was going to let him because I didn’t know what the rules were about being felt up.

“What are you doing?” Crystal stopped him cold in his tracks “Don’t you dare try to touch my niece’s tits!”

He turned back to Crystal like a child that had just been caught reaching into the cookie jar with an expression that expressed confusion, shame, and asked, “I just figured how they were dressed that they wouldn’t mind if I put a little sun tan lotion on them.”

“You were not trying to put suntan lotion on just her tits,” Crystal dismissed his excuse and said, “You managed to get lotion all over my shoulders and ass cheeks; and left the rest of me to roast in the sun.”

Shawn doubled down on his explanation – probably because he felt a little embarrassed for overstepping his boundaries, “I just figured because she is so pale on the chest that she might need a little.”

“You think twenty dollars entitles you to feel them up?” Crystal huffed.

“No, I am not like that!” Shawn explained apologetically. I think he was as concerned about what the people at the pool thought as I was. I could see S.S whisper to Odd-Jobs as if the two of them were critiquing our performance.

“We do need money or we’ll lose the trailer Aunt Crystal,” I blurted out. I wouldn’t have minded if Shawn had grabbed my boobs and honestly I really did want some suntan lotion too. It was hot and I was surely going to be pink by the end of the day.

“You little horn dog,” Crystal dismissed me like a naughty bimbo just like she had Shawn and then thoughtfully asked, “You just want a handsome guy like Shawn to play with your tits don’t you?”

She waited for me to answer. I swallowed – it was play acting, but it was starting to feel a little too real for my comfort level. I was on sensory overload and admitting something like that where everyone could hear was starting to scare me.

“Yes Ma’am,” I looked at the ground as if I had been caught red-handed in some scheme to get a random man to touch my tits for me.

“We do need money real bad though,” Crystal admitted thoughtfully. “Shawn,” she waited for Shawn to return to the lawn chair and start applying crème to her back before asking him, “If you can see your way clear to throw in a little tip – say an extra ten dollars?”

She waited for him to nod that he would consider it – before telling him what we would do. I think that had to be some sort of advanced sales technique – getting your customer to agree he would pay for an upgrade by putting him on the spot.

“I won’t let them apply the sun tan oil to themselves, or they’ll just masturbate and finger themselves. You girls can apply it to each other right here in front of Shawn andhe and I can make sure you cover every square inch of exposed skin.”

Shawn grinned from ear to ear as he summoned us over to stand right in front of him and told us to turn the boom box up. It was still on the classic rock station – we were lucky that a song with a really good beat (AC/DC “You shook me all night long”) had just come on.

She was a fast machine she kept her motor clean.

She was the best damn woman that I ever seen.

She had the sightless eyes telling me no lies.

Knocking me out with those American thighs!

Savannah grabbed the Tropicana coconut butter tube and playfully squirted it on me like it was a cock with a grin.

“Don’t you waste any of that,” Odd-Jobs spoke up. “You’ll get down on the ground and rub your asses on the sidewalk until you get up every drop if you do. I am the one who had to pay for that stuff.”

O.J was lying – Crystal had brought that lotion from home. Then again – this entire scenario was a lie and I wasn’t sure how much Shawn realized that or cared. He told us to rub it in our hands and really get it all over- “In every crack and crevice,” but to hurry because Shawn didn’t have all day.

Savannah shook the tube in his direction. It was not a very overt motion – but just enough to be sassy and look like she was jacking a cock off with her hands. Then she completely ignored his instructions and danced sexily while she lathered me up. I did my best to apply the lotion back to her, but Savannah was just more comfortable with her body.

The earth was quaking

My mind was aching and we were making it - and you shook me all night long

yeah you shook me all night long!

I remember Crystal or Savannah telling me earlier that if you tease a man enough you can get him to give you everything. I think it was my Aunt because she said, “This is gold – you should probably be writing it down,” while she applied make-up in the golf cart. She warned me not to let them fall in love – but to MAKE them fall in love with you. I didn’t understand how a girl could do both but I was sure she did.

Savannah and I teased each other playfully. I got into the spirit of it and rubbed the oil all over her ass and around the outline of her pussy. You could see the mound of her pussy almost clearly just under the bikini material and I am sure that was by intention.

I put my hands all over her tits and while I am not a lesbo – I have to say it was a very hot show. I wish I could describe how playful and innocent yet how naughty and erotic it was at the same time properly. I hope you can imagine what a sassy blonde teen girl with her brunette cousin from the big city might look like in little bathing suits lathering each other up in full view of some guys looks like.

Shawn was clearly hard in his denim jeans; and he was rubbing the same spot on Crystal’s back without paying any attention to her, while he watched as Savannah and I rubbed lotion on each other.

“You seem to have more on Savannah than she does on you,” Shawn told us to rub together so we could apply it more evenly with a wicked grin. We did as we were told and hugged each other while Savannah gyrated her hips. I tried to do it too, but Savannah quietly guided my hips to stay as they were with her hands; and she did all the moving around.

“How do you like that Sir?” Savannah asked him with a sexy smile.

“You haven’t even done the back and the ass,” Shawn’s comment sounded disappointed that she would even ask if she might be done.

I turned around and swayed my hips a little while Savannah rubbed my back with lotion. She pulled my suit bottoms out about an inch from my crack and ran a lubed finger up and down my crack to even get lotion there. I smiled as if that were completely expected, but inside I was ready to explode with humiliation and embarrassment – everyone was watching us do this.

“You turn around so I can see if Savannah did your entire ass,” Shawn directed. He was sitting up like a movie director giving cues to his actresses now.

I did as I was told and continued swaying in the same side to side motion I had been doing earlier.

“He can’t see between the cheeks, pipsqueak,” Crystal talked down to me like I was just stalling and should have known that. “Give him a peak so he’ll stop gawking.”

Her voice was so casual about asking me to flash this man who had just been talking to me in the bathroom a few moments earlier. The other girls seemed to take this ogling and teasing as nothing to be too overly concerned about – but each fresh humiliation applied a new set of butterflies to my tummy.

I didn’t turn around – I rolled the sides of my bikini down so that a good half of my ass cheeks were bare and exposed while continuing to sway side to side.

“Good lord,” Crystal’s tone implied I had gone overboard. I felt shock run down my spine – if she had just been so cavalier about flashing him – I wondered what could have offended her about what I just did.

“You didn’t have to moon the entire pool, kid.” She chided me while adding ‘tsk, tsk, tsk’ and instructing me all I had to do was pull my butt cheeks apart so he could tell I had an even coat of lotion.

“I don’t mind,” Shawn was loving this situation adding, “I like to see where the sun don’t shine.”

“Well you are a dirty, dirty man,” Crystal teased him and giggled, “but that’s why we love you.”

I was already rolling my bottoms back up quickly without being told. “Hurry up Chunky Butt,” Savannah cracked my ass with a wet washcloth she had rolled up, so that I would get back to washing his dirty truck.

“You know these two fight and argue and flash whoever they can, whenever they can,” Crystal lamented. “I just don’t know how to keep them in line.

She was angling for Shawn to suggest we be punished or some corrective measures. I have found that when you hint to men that there is a problem – they feel almost compelled to solve it for you.

“Well I don’t see the problem with that,” Shawn’s toothy grin suggested not only did he like us like this – but he wasn’t going to take the bait and suggest we get taught any sort of lesson.

“I would spank them, but they may be too old to learn from that and I just don’t have a mean bone in my body to be able to be that strict,” Crystal once again left an opening for Shawn to suggest he do it.

“I would love to see that!” Shawn was watching us intently.

My aunt shook her head in frustration that he wasn’t taking her bait.

“I think Crystal may be beating around the bush here with what she really means,” Odd-Jobs jumped in. “She is saying that she can’t spank her brats to get them to stop being so sassy and behave but that she needs a strong hand like yours to offer some correction.”

O.J. cleared his throat once he stopped talking and the song that was recently playing faded down at the same time – what followed was an awkward pause while we all waited for Shawn’s response.

“I know that,” he smiled, “I am just waiting for you to say they are too chubby and need to have to do deep-knee bends and exercises instead. If I am going to have to pay money for something, I would rather save my hand some stinging and watch these two exercise.”

Crystal laughed hard and smacked Shawn on his butt playfully. “You mean you knew the whole time?”

“Yeah,” Shawn revealed he had driven up Glory Hill in the past and that Crystal didn’t remember, but they even dated back then.

“Okay, I thought that was your brother that I dated?” Crystal sounded skeptical.

“I don’t have a brother,” he laughed it off and told Savannah, “I remember when you were just a flat-chested little rug-rat out there with your momma. I was just waiting until you told me how much this little game was all gonna cost me.”

Once it was obvious that he knew this wasn’t about washing his truck – Savannah threw her rag in the bucket and put her hands on her hips while staring at him, “What is it you want Shawn?”

“I want you to let me give you some exercises to do and I want your Mom to hop up and let me see you all shake those titties. This is gonna cost me, I already know that - so how about ten bucks for all three of you?”

“Sorry Shawn,” we looked at Odd-Jobs who started to explain that this had been a test run for us. “The girls are supposed to be such brats and Crystal such a bad mom that the customer is going to want to punish them and will pay for the privilege of doing it.”

“You all did that part right,” Shawn quipped that we certainly seemed like brats to him. “I knew you were all scamming me but who isn’t here? So let’s see them titties shake?”

“You need to come up with more than ten dollars for me to do it,” Crystal stated but volunteered us.

“I figured you were gonna be lazy,” he joked. “It ain’t worth more than ten bucks to see what I already seen.”

The challenge to Crystal’s ego almost made her stand up and join us – almost. I could sense he got her ire and she wanted to prove him wrong. She coyly replied, “You got ten minutes – get to stepping, girls.” and turned up the music on the radio.

“This is fucking bullshit,” Savannah changed the station back to some dance music.

“You are just jealous you girls are supposed to be on punishment,” Odd-Jobs openly laughed, “and no one wants to see you punished.”

And we'll never be royals (royals).

It don't run in our blood,

That kind of luxe just ain't for us.

We crave a different kind of buzz.

Let me be your ruler (ruler),

You can call me queen Bee

And baby I'll rule, I'll rule, I'll rule, I'll rule.

Let me live that fantasy.

“This ain’t fucking punishment?” I couldn’t be sure if Savannah was talking about the Katy Perry style pop that was pumping through the radio or having to dance around in front of everyone because she seemed to accept both, albeit reluctantly.

“Let’s see some deep knee bends, girls,” Shawn instructed and we did as we were told.

“Shake those healthy butts and put your arms straight out,” he ordered and we complied.

“I want to see you touch your toes,” Shawn told us to stand up again and then bend over at the waist so he could circle us while we stretched to touch our toes.

He had us lift our tits and let them drop a few times before deciding that didn’t seem as sexy as he thought it would when they bounced. He teased Crystal that hers looked a lot better when they dropped and shook.

“They should – they cost enough,” Crystal mused from her lawn chair without looking up.

He made us do lunges and flex our ass cheeks. He seemed to focus on our tightening those and lifting our legs. He made us spin in circles and do jumping jacks – it was very embarrassing and I was already out of breath before the song was over.

He had just ordered us to hop up and down and clap our hands over our heads when Savannah stopped, “You forgot to say fucking Simon Sez,” while leaning to one side.

“Hey, I might just play ‘Mother May I’ and ask her if I can swat your asses after all of this!” Shawn demanded.

“I really wish you would,” Savannah folded her arms.

I vaguely remembered playing ‘Simon Says’ and ‘Mother May I’ when I was much younger; but I did not remember how the games were played, other than someone has to give a command or ask permission a certain way to win the game.

“Fuck It,” Shawn’s shit-eating grin faded and he asked my mom, “How much to pop their butts?”

“I thought you didn’t want to spank them because you knew it was just pretend?” Crystal laughed at the now frustrated man.

“I don’t give a fuck about that,” Shawn countered. “When I smack their asses it won’t be pretend.”

“Twenty Bucks gets you ten swats each,” Crystal told him plainly what it would cost to punish her daughter and me, without the least bit of reluctance – she might as well have been reading the cost of a pizza off a menu to a customer.

“That is too fucking high,” Shawn negotiated back – he was angry with Savannah and still interested.

“It is like a buck a pop,” Crystal’s tactic was to seem disinterested and let him take it or leave it.

“Ten bucks for ten on Savannah’s ass,” Shawn managed his counter-offer and added “The other one has at least been trying.”

Savannah spun an angry look at me – I suddenly realized she was angry that I wasn’t doing my share to seem like a brat.

“I am just as big a brat as my cousin, Sir” I offered quickly. I found it surreal I was essentially asking for him to spank me as well.

“No,” Shawn shook his head and laid ten dollars down on my Aunt’s back. “You’ve been good.”

“Fine,” Crystal put the money away but didn’t let on she was very pleased not to get the full amount. “You can put her over your knee in your truck or in the bathroom.”

“I want to do it right out here in front of everybody!” Shawn demanded.

“I want to be the Queen of the Nile river,” Crystal denied him at first but added, “Fine, she keeps her bottoms on if you do it right here.”

Shawn stood there making up his mind.

“You fucking pervert,” Savannah squinted at him with anger, “just do it out here where I don’t have to show you my dookie hole.”

“Savannah get in my truck and remove your bottoms,” Shawn’s voice became stern and he told her to wait for him. “You are in for it now!” he muttered under his breath.

I may have been reading too much into his comment to himself, but it seemed like he was either embarrassed to say that out loud and sound harsh in front of everyone else, or he didn’t want to push things with Savannah. She had a way of escalating things when you find fault with her so that you actually wish you hadn’t pushed the issue and I got the impression his comment was just for his own benefit – not hers.

I could hear the other guys tittering with laughter while Savannah stormed over to the truck.

Shawn took his time walking over to his truck. Savannah held up her bottoms and waved them in the window with an expression that screamed in passive frustration “Okay – I’ve done it – come and spank my butt already.”

“You are SO going to get it,” Shawn looked serious when he delivered the line, but my cousin seemed skeptical.

“Just ten,” Crystal laughed and rolled on to her side to look at me conspiratorially – like I was in on the joke and should be laughing as well.

“Ten should be more than I need to teach that little witch a lesson,” Shawn looked determined as he strode up to his own truck and sat down in the driver’s seat.

I didn’t get to watch what happened in the truck. I saw Savannah’s head disappear in the cab as she laid across his lap and I couldn’t hear what they said to one another; but it looked like Shawn was giving her a lecture of sorts before he delivered his swats.

I walked over to Odd-Jobs and offered an honestly apologetic look to him for not being able to play my part as a bratty girl.

“Don’t worry about it!” he reassured me.

“I really don’t understand why he paid to punish her if he knew we were just pretending anyway, Sir?” I asked the question that was puzzling me. Everyone else was watching the cabin of Shawn’s truck, but I didn’t want to get caught gawking at her misfortune.

“Let me tell you something, sweet cheeks,” Odd-Jobs laughed and spoke as if he were imparting the wisdom of the ages on me. “Most men don’t need their stories to be plausible or even make sense. It is enough that you two little cheese cakes are out here hopping around and pretending to need punishment. He was given the power to make you rub lotion on your skin and that was his first taste of authority - he liked that. He paid to make you do exercises because let’s face it – he wanted to see your pretty asses jiggle.”

Odd-Jobs made me blush by making no secret of appreciating my ass. I should have been creeped out by the old man, but there was something in his teddy-bear like demeanor that made me appreciate his attention - or maybe I was just changing my way of thinking.

“Even though he knew he was being played – he had ten dollars in his pocket and he was given the AUTHORITY to spank you two – for him on a subconscious level it was about proving a point and probably less about actually getting to smack your cousin’s ass but – whatever works, right?”

I nodded in understanding.

“You two are playing snotty brats and the simple fact is – Savannah was born to play that role. You are a good kid – I think it sort of works to play good cop and bad cop and let the customer decide if you both need discipline.”

“No one wants to play the cop in the Buckman though,” I grinned – remembering what my cousin told me a few days earlier when she was explaining the cops and robbers game they played.

“You learn fast,” his encouraging smile quickly faded to one of a cold disciplinarian as he reached out and smacked my ass hard. “But you need to learn to end your sentence with Sir when speaking to your betters!”

I saw that Shawn had just walked out of the truck and we were back to play acting. I had more questions and wished I had more time, but it hadn’t taken long for him to deliver his ten swats to Savannah’s pert and now pink ass cheeks.

“Those love taps are all you got?” she crowed after him as she climbed out of his truck. She was rubbing her now rosy-red ass cheeks to soothe them, but she wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction of thinking he had delivered real discipline.

“If I had ten more dollars I’d make you eat those words,” Shawn shot back from inside his truck as he started it up.

“But you don’t,” she laughed and waved at him with a big smile on her face as he drove away, “You broke motherfucker.”

She gave me an angry look like I had betrayed her. I started to apologize when she smiled and raised her hand high to offer me a high five.

“That is how we do!” she cheered as I returned the high five.

“I am sorry I wasn’t bratty enough to get spanked too,” I knew it wasn’t fair that she got spanked and I didn’t; and that bothered me.

“Don’t worry about it,” Savannah was being a good sport about taking the spanking. “He only had ten dollars in his pocket - and we walked away with all his MONEY!” she hopped up and down.

We had a slow start this morning and now things seemed to be improving.

“You are going to get your butt spanked enough times, it is going to even out,” Savannah explained why she had taken things in stride.

The realization I was going to be spanked more times than I’ve ever imagined in a single day was starting to dawn on me; and my face probably showed it.

“Don’t be such a ninny,” she smacked my ass hard with the flat of her hand. “The sting goes away in a few seconds and the cash stays right where they left it.”

“You girls are free to be creative about our new business. You can’t be a one trick pony and just get spanked on the ass – mix it up a little! But make sure you tease more than you please so they will keep coming back!” Odd-Jobs instructed us in his teddy-bear voice.

“Oh you are an expert on teasing and pleasing now?” Crystal asked -she was never one to stay out of a conversation for too long.

“No, but I am expert on talent and making money; and you three are on your way to offering something none of these trailer park whores have thought of doing before – entertainment.”

“Entertainment? It is just tits and ass with a spin,” Savannah wiggled her butt.

“That is all fifty percent of show business is. The other half is something getting blown up or someone’s head getting blown off. Welcome to show biz, girls – where nothing but make believe will ever feel real again.” Odd-Jobs had a funny way of getting the last word in almost every conversation.