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 Subject: The Evil That Men Do: The Downward Spiral: Part II - Tiffany

   Story Codes: Mg, Mf, oral, rape, molest, murder
Author: Micky Dolan <UncleMicky1984@mail2world.com>

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TETMD: The Downward SpiralPart II

   - Tiffany

   Jason and I did a little fishing, went to dinner and hung out the next
day until it was time to head to the cocktail party.  We decided to show up
stylishly late.  I had decided this would be a day for me to try some of
the special hors d'oeuvres that Jack always has available.  Shortly after
arriving, Jason found, and successfully courted, a very willing, cute,
thirteen-year-old goth-type of girl.  I think she was especially pleased
not to have to tend to some old fat guy.  I had my eye on a young brunette
when Myra came in the door.  Damn!  She always looks great.  I believe she
is just a few years older than me, and is incredibly alluring.  She spoke
with Jack for a short while; then, he came over to me and split me from my
chosen treat.

   "Nick, Myra has a special delivery from the West Coast for you.  A gift
from the big boss; man, he must be very impressed with you!  I've only
gotten money; you're getting a genuine gift!  Go to the library, Myra is
waiting for you."

   I entered the library and there with Myra was one of the girls from
Aiden's own stable.  Long, straight, blonde hair, a face sculpted like a
Norse love goddess.  Willowy limbs, lean and ready for action; the lovely,
and enchanting, Tiffany!

   Myra said, "He sent her to you.  I've never seen him make such a gesture
before.  You are deeply obliged, this goes beyond business.  Take her home
now.  I'll take Jason back to his plane; I need some time to talk to him
anyway.  Mrs.  Debataraja is already at your place.  She is moving into the
caretaker cottage right now.  Her job is to see after Tiffany's needs while
you're working.  She is completely trustworthy.  She understands what is
going on.  She worked at the boss's house taking care of the girls'
quarters."

   Tiffany took my offered hand and walked to my car with me.  When we were
pulling out the driveway, I saw Jack watching us from the door.  Things had
changed, in a minute.

   Tiffany sat in silence for the entire drive to my place.  Now don't get
me wrong, Tiffany is a beautiful and extremely attractive girl.  It's just
that ...  she's a blonde.  I don't want to sound like an asshole, but my
tastes run to the dark haired, olive-skinned type of girl.  A good
Mediterranean look works great for me!  I think my predilection began with
my sister, Dena.  Consider Shae, and Bella, both dark-haired beauties! 
But, what do I always seem to end up with?  Blondes!  Even in college, I
would end up with the blonde.  Everything from perfect Kim-like beauties to
the Amazonian center from the basketball team (which was one unbelievable
experience!) Now, you might bring up Anna Maria, and I would be hard put to
make an argument.  Anna Maria is Anna Maria; end of discussion! 
Regardless, Tiffany is a beautiful girl; very attractive, but something
just wasn't sitting right with this whole deal.

   Mrs.  Debataraja was waiting for us in the garage as we pulled in.  It
was obvious she and Tiffany knew each other.  Mrs.  D took Tiffany and her
bags up to the guest room on the opposite side of the house from my room. A
little later, I met with Mrs.  D in the living room and she explained that
she had known Tiffany for half a year, her job was to look after her, and
me as well.  She knew full well why Tiffany was there and made that clear
when she said that she would stay in the guest cottage whenever I was home.
She asked that I let her know when I was leaving.

   When Tiffany came into the living room, Mrs.  D made a hasty retreat. 
Tiffany's hair was pulled back into a long, loose ponytail.  She wore a
simple light blue t-shirt and very short cut-off jeans.  The shorts
accentuated the leanness and length of her legs.  She was obviously
braless, considering the sharpness of her tits under her shirt; that
combined with the points being made by her nipples.  I poured myself a
drink and got her a cola from the fridge.  Not altogether surprising, the
fridge was already stocked with everything a teenage girl would need.  I
led her to the back deck where we sat in an uncomfortable silence for a few
minutes.  I asked, "Why are you here Tiffany?"

   "Papa sent me to help you."

   "Help me?  Help me how?"

   "Papa said you were unhappy.  That you needed me to make you feel
better."

   "Did you want to come?"

   "At first I was unsure.  I remember you from that day you came to visit.
You and I looked at each other.  Papa saw that ...  he sees everything.  I
liked the way you looked at me; so, when he told me I was going to stay
with you for a while, I was OK with that.  I think I might be getting too
old for Papa; he doesn't visit me anymore, or ask for me at night like he
used to."

   She paused, and then continued, "Things have changed at Papa's.  Before,
Papa always had very pretty girls like me.  But now, he has a group of
girls that are beyond pretty, beyond beautiful, they're fantasy beautiful!
He spends all of his time with them.  It's like we don't even exist
anymore! I've never seen girls as beautiful as them and there's not just
one, but nearly ten of them!"

   "Tiffany, I think you're beautiful and very desirable.  Papa just has
his own tastes.  That doesn't change a thing about you.  So, how do you
think you can help me?"

   "I am here to make you happy.  I'll do whatever it takes to make you
happy; it is all up to you."

   "Tiffany, part of what makes me happy is doing some things that make you
happy.  I'm willing to try this, but you and I have to work together."

   "Really?  Whatever makes me happy?"

   "Well, within reason, if I can."

   She shifted herself in her chair so she was more upright, put a very
serious look on her face, and said, "Disney, more than anything else, I
want to go to Disney World ...  with you."

   "Disney?"

   "Yes, I went to Disneyland when I was a kid.  Papa took me to
Euro-Disney, but I've never been to Disney World.  I really want to go
there." Then, in more of a questioning tone, she said, "I have always
wanted to do a Princess makeover.  Could I do that?"

   I looked back at her; I kept control and did not laugh.  I was about to
tell her that there was no fucking way I was going to Disney.  Mrs.  D
could take her!  I was about to tell her just that, when from somewhere
deep inside, I asked, "Which Princess?"

   She lifted herself up by pressing down on the chair armrests and folded
those long, lovely legs under herself.  She leaned forward and said,
"Elsa!"

   "I'm not familiar with her.  What movie is that?"

   With a roll of her eyes, she sighed and said, "Frozen!  You haven't seen
Frozen?"

   I sighed, rolled my eyes and, with a smile, said, "Not only haven't I
seen it, I've never heard of it!"

   "It's only the greatest movie Disney has ever made!  I've seen it dozens
of times!  Papa gets all the movies before they even get to the theatres!
Give him a call and we'll watch it together!"

   Almost laughing I said, "Tiffany, I don't like Disney movies.  I'm not
going to watch it!  No way, no how!"

   We continued this lighthearted banter for a couple more minutes until
she rose out of her chair and pushed into my shoulder.  "Oh yes you will
watch it because that would make me happy!  You said you would be happy if
I was happy, and watching Frozen with me will make me happy!" She then fell
into me, ending up on my lap.

   I stood, lifted her up, and set her back onto her feet.  I took her by
the hand and said, "OK, we'll watch the movie ...  and go to Disney." I led
her back inside and towards my bedroom.  "Now, what will you do for me?"

   "Papa said that my mouth is a miracle mouth.  I can make men do things
by talking to them, or by making them feel good with my mouth.  Tonight, I
will do both with you." We were in the bedroom walking towards the bed. 
For a brief moment we paused at the edge of the bed, she reached her arms
around herself to lift and remove her shirt.  I very quickly began
undressing.  She was still removing her t-shirt and shorts when I fell back
on the bed, naked as the day I was born.

   Just watching her take off the rest of her clothes had me excited.  Her
tits were just as I expected.  They were mostly conical with the slightest
rounding developing on the underside.  Her nipples puffed directly out
maintaining the shape of the breast.  They were a perfect pink, set off
against the pure white of her breast.  She had a small, but noticeable,
birthmark on the outer edge of her left breast.

   Her ribcage was clearly visible when she stretched or moved a certain
way.  Her waist was perfectly thin and her hips flared out enough to give
her shape.  She had the lightest brushing of blonde down above her puffy
little pussy.  There was no extra flesh between her legs, causing her
little lips to spread enough to expose pink lips, capped by a pinkish hood.
Once she filled out properly, she would be absolute dynamite!  As I soaked
in the vision of her young, lithe body, she executed a deliberate and
sensuous, turn in front of me.  Up to this point, I was feeling rather
content, maybe even happy.  Something inside of me just seemed to click and
I suddenly felt a touch angry or maybe insulted; I can't explain it, I just
felt it.

   I quickly rose off the bed and grabbed Tiffany by the shoulders.  I
caught her off guard and she was startled by my sudden move.  I turned her
so her back was to the bed and pushed her down onto her back.  I reached
under her knees, lifted her legs, and spun her around so her head was now
at the edge of the bed, right below me.  I leaned over until the head of my
dick hung right above her lips.  I leaned down some more; she opened her
mouth and swallowed my dick into her mouth.  I was not yet fully hard; but
still, I pushed as much into her as I could.  Her mouth was full and I
could feel the head of my dick pushing against the entrance to her throat.
I started fucking her mouth and in the process became harder and harder. 
She kept up like a real trooper; taking as much in as she could, and
sucking me as much as possible.

   I finally felt that rock hard stage of erection hit!  I leaned back ever
so slightly and positioned myself for what I really wanted.  I pushed hard
down through her mouth until I could feel the head of my dick enter her
throat.  She jerked, quivered and gagged.  I pulled back as she gasped for
air with a large portion of my dick still in her mouth.  She started to say
something when I pushed back in, this time I made it further.  I pulled
back, and as I thrust back into her I said, "Fucking swallow, you stupid
bitch, swallow my cock!" This time I drove deeper.  I don't know if she
swallowed; but, this time I felt her face against my balls.  She gagged and
I withdrew.  I heard her gasp a breath and I slammed right back into her.

   I straightened up a bit and held her head in place with my hands as I
began to fuck her face.  I could hear her gasping for air and gagging in
rhythm with my thrusts.  I could see the head of my dick bulge her throat
with every thrust.  Her arms were flailing through the air with every
thrust.  Her nipples were standing at attention.  I reached for one of her
tits and began to firmly squeeze it in time with my thrusts.  She was
quieter as she fell into the rhythm of swallowing my dick and letting it
slide out of her throat.  Her breathing became regular and I realized I was
dealing with an exceptionally talented young lady.  I could feel the
tightening of my nuts and ass as the intensity of the event increased.  I
thrust in one more time as I exploded down her throat.  She calmly worked
on swallowing as I came.  I pulled back until only the head of my dick was
in her mouth.  She grabbed hold with a hand and noisily suckled on my dick,
eagerly milking it dry of my juice.

   I lay down on the bed next to her.  My dick was next to her face and my
face was even with her thighs.  She reached across my hip, hugged me and
said, "Are you feeling better?  Did I make you happy?" Christ!  I just
raped her face and she was asking if I was happy?  What sort of fucked up
chick is this?  Is this what happens to Aiden's girls?  What sort of fucked
up world is this?

   Tiffany rolled toward me, lifted her leg up and around my head.  I
suddenly had a pretty little pink pussy right in front of my nose.  She
wiggled a bit until she was perfectly positioned on top of me.  I felt her
hands on my dick.  I extended my tongue and ran it the length of her pussy.
The warmth of her mouth engulfed the head of my dick.  I spread her pussy
open, looked at her little dark cunt entrance and thought, `Abandon all
hope, ye who enter here.' I drove my tongue as deep as I could into her
perfect, little hole applying a swirling motion as I made entrance.  Her
hips lifted in response, I clamped down on her, returned her to position
and began to tongue her sweet little pussy with surprising eagerness.

   Tiffany had a wonderful taste!  She obviously paid close attention to
her personal hygiene.  On my tongue, I could taste the heady, musky and,
sometimes, tartness of her pussy.  I could detect the scent of her feminine
hygiene products, which provided a sweet counterbalance to her natural
aroma.  I actually got a bit distracted as my senses were starting to
overload a touch.  The aromas were delightful, the tastes were heady and
full, the sight of her bottom quivering in time with my tongue was
captivating, the almost out-of-body experience of her talented mouth on my
dick ...  well, this was all a very unique experience.  I thought that it
could become very addictive.

   Her bottom was actively seeking my tongue as she displayed increasing
arousal.  Her mouth released my dick; she planted her hands on my stomach
as she quickly arched upward.  She drove herself into my face and rolled
herself to a sitting position, all the while grinding her pussy harder onto
my face.  My tongue was buried as deep as possible in her cunt when she
finally let go.  With every jerk of her body she excitedly yelped, "Oh! 
Oh! Oh!  Oh!" She slowed down, smeared her pussy across my face and, softly
exhaled, "Aaaaaaaaaaaah."

   This only added to the sensual overload I was experiencing!  She had the
nicest little orgasm possible.  My face was covered with Tiffany and then,
just like that, she rose up, spun off me and positioned herself right over
my dick.  She grabbed hold of it and expertly impaled herself onto me. 
Without missing a beat, she began to ride me, using her pussy to clamp on
and stroke every centimeter of my dick.  I was so caught off guard that I
winced in pain and surprise.  Her hair was flowing down either side of her
face as she fucked me silly.  She watched my dick as she slid up and down
and then looked me in the eyes with a hunger I hadn't seen in one so young
before.  I didn't last very long.

   She could tell I was ready and drove herself as fully over me as humanly
possible.  She used her pussy and hips to apply the last inducements to my
orgasm.  I came, and I came hard.  I could sense a light emanating from my
lower abdomen throughout my body.  I convulsed out load after load deep
into my young, blonde, Norse goddess.  She lay down on my chest and held
onto me until I was finished.  She looked up at me, and without a word,
gave me a very sweet kiss.  She then hopped off and went to the bathroom.
She returned shortly with a washcloth and towel, and proceeded to clean me
with great tenderness and diligence.  Tiffany straightened things up,
crawled into bed and snuggled up next to me.  I don't know about her, but I
slept well for the next couple of hours.  I woke, located my pills and
bourbon in order to knock me back out.

   When I woke up the next morning my first thought was, `How the fuck do I
arrange a trip to Disney?!' I shrugged it off and headed to my office. 
After the morning routine of several lines, and more than a few swigs of
bourbon, I checked my messages.  Orders and general requests were piling
in. At a glance, I saw only three difficult ones, the others were standard
fare.  Within an hour, I had everything planned for the next two weeks.  I
messaged Jack to let him know that I wouldn't be taking any more orders for
two weeks.

   I went to the kitchen and got a cup of coffee.  Tiffany was having some
breakfast and looking at the TV.  "How are you this morning, my dear?"

   With aloofness, she replied, "I'm doing quite well, thank you.  How are
you feeling?"

   I sat across from her and said, "I'm feeling pretty damn good.  You did
a wonderful job last night.  I slept very well." She smiled at me in
response and lowered her eyes to her bowl of cereal.

   "Nick, do you think we'll be able to go to Disney?"

   "I'm going to look into it right now.  If you want to, I thought we
could take a boat ride today and maybe get some lunch somewhere.  You
game?"

   That seemed to do the trick.  She responded, "Can we!?  The boat!?  Yes,
yes, yes!  When do we leave?"

   "In a couple of hours; I have some work to do and you need to get
settled in.  I understand you have to get with Mrs.  D and get enrolled in
that virtual school thing.  You take care of your stuff and I'll be ready
around eleven, OK?"

   She was too busy finishing her cereal to respond; so all I got were
several quick nods.  I headed back to the office and contacted Myra.  After
the usual pleasantries, and work updates, she asked me about Tiffany.  I
told her that so far everything was good.  I couldn't help but comment,
that although Tiffany was wonderful, I wondered why she was sent.  I added
that I wasn't too sure if I cared for Aiden's hand-me-downs.  Myra seemed
to understand my thoughts but reemphasized the importance of the gift of
Tiffany.  I let it drop.

   I asked if we had any contacts at Disney that could set Tiffany and me
up for a visit.  I had to work the next five days at least, and the
earliest we could go was the following Monday.  I figured we would stay
until Friday morning, before the place got real busy.  I gave Myra the
dates and she said she would get back to me later in the day.  A couple
more lines had me ready for the boat ride.

   The boat ride turned out to be a lot of fun.  We stopped at a waterside
restaurant for lunch and really enjoyed each other's company.  I took the
boat several miles offshore on our way back, which scared Tiffany a bit.  I
had her take the helm and spent some time teaching her how to handle the
boat.  I mostly stood right behind her and kept myself pressed up hard
against her ass.  She was flirting and rubbing herself back into me.  She
eventually lowered our speed considerably, turned to face me and slid down
to her knees.  She pulled my shorts down and proceeded to deliver a truly
enjoyable blowjob while I tried to keep us on course.  Somehow, we made it
back to the house.

   Once at the dock, Tiffany announced she needed a shower and nap.  I sent
her on her way and got the boat squared away.  I grabbed a quick shower and
went to the office.  I had a message from Myra saying that we were
scheduled for the VIP Holiday Center at D-World on the requested dates and
that I should contact a fellow named Nate concerning our arrangements.

   Nate was very helpful and understood our "situation" perfectly.  He
explained that Tiffany would be registered as a prospective lead in an
upcoming TV series and that I was her bodyguard.  That worked for me.  We
had a private two-bedroom cottage reserved for us and he said we would be
given the utmost privacy.  I asked about the princess makeover and he had
it scheduled in a manner of minutes.

   With that finished, I went back to work making out my schedule for the
week.  I concentrated on the southern half of the state and arranged to
stay at a centrally located condo.  I also coordinated with the guy who ran
our safe house in the area for the delivery of the "goods." And what a nice
assortment of goods it would be!  My first night would be a rare
doubleheader.  First up would be Kelly, a very pretty brunette, who also
happened to be the state's sixth grade science fair champion!  Then I would
travel an hour to "meet" Britney, a sultry, blonde, middle school
cheerleader.  They both would be delivered before the sun rose.  The next
night I would be across the state to gather Michaela, a twelve-year-old
blonde singer, who recently placed third in an unimportant singing contest.
I would finish my work, the next night, with the pickup of Hunter, a good
looking, twelve-year-old martial artist who I had watched and noted at a
youth competition a short while back.

   I had everything packed and I was ready to leave.  I poked my head into
Tiffany's room and told her I would be gone for a few days.  She didn't
move her eyes from the computer screen she was looking at and
half-heartedly gave me an "OK" and a "see you later." I paused and said,
"We'll be going to Disney, right after I get back."

   That got her attention.  She sprang up out of the chair and ran to me
with her arms open.  "Oh Nick, that's great!  I can't wait for you to get
back!" She now had a full body hug on me.  "Please, be safe and hurry
back!" She then practically crawled up to give me a good-bye kiss.  I
cupped her ass with my right hand and lifted her so she could wrap her legs
around me.  I was further rewarded with a deep tonguing and some dry
humping.  I released her, turned, and while heading to the stairs said,
"Mind Mrs.  D and stay out of trouble."

   - A Simple Mission

   I was glad to be getting back to work.  I had a few hours of driving
ahead of me and I needed to do some thinking.  I felt some comfort knowing
my box of pills and coke was safely hidden in the compartment under the
back seat.

   As I drove, the thought of a dog came to my mind.  I was like a dog to
Aiden.  He would just throw me a bone every now and then.  We might have a
relationship; but, it wasn't a normal relationship.  He gave the commands,
I performed, and then he patted me on the head.  I mused someday the master
might just get bitten!  Then, I thought of Tiffany.  I was rewarded when I
behaved in a manner that was pleasing to her.  My rewards were great; but,
there was no avoiding the feeling that I was being conditioned.  I could
feel the anger build up inside of me.  I felt that Aiden was trying to gain
absolute control over me.  If he got that type of sway with me, then there
was nothing I could do to protect my loved ones.  I reached for my backpack
and got a bottle of bourbon.  A couple of deep pulls had me calmed down.

   Everything went smoothly on the first night.  Kelly was easy; I didn't
need to use the gas.  Her house was wide open and everyone slept soundly.
At Britney's, I needed the gas.  I was inside in no time and all was quiet.
I looked around a bit and came across her very pretty sixteen-year-old
sister, Brooke, in the room next to Britney's.

   I couldn't help myself.  She was on top of the blankets on her stomach
with her right leg bent up and hooked over a pillow.  Her nightshirt had
ridden up and her ass looked beautiful rising up from the bed.  I sat next
to her and caressed her ass, reaching down between her legs to her
panty-covered pussy.  I rolled her panties down, rolled her onto her back
so she was lying across my legs.  I moved her panties down to her thighs
and lifted her shirt up to her shoulders.  With my left hand, I fondled and
pressed into her plump pussy.  With the right, I caressed and squeezed her
tits.  She began to respond with ever-so-slight movements of her hips and
deepening breaths.  I tasted her on my fingers and she was delightful.  I
worked my thumb on her clit until her breathing increased and she stiffened
out with a hard exhale.  I returned her clothes to their original position
and rolled her back onto her stomach.

   I moved to Britney's room, trussed her, lifted her over my shoulder and
made my exit.  She was as light as a feather.  I carried her out and
resealed the house.

   Both girls were delivered to the safe house before dawn and I was back
at the condo in no time at all.  I was satisfied with a job well done and a
bit amused at having the nerve to molest the older sister.  I needed three
grays and the rest of the bottle of bourbon that morning to get to sleep.

   The next night, Michaela had her life change forever and I was back in
the condo once again.  I had a very difficult time getting any sleep that
night/morning.  My mind wouldn't let go of thoughts of Aiden.  With each
drink I became angrier, with each pill I began to consider the worst. 
Eventually, sleep did arrive; but, it was worthless.  My mind was still
racing and I needed plenty of nose candy and drink to get myself moving
when I got up.

   - Hunter's House

   I wanted to get this last job finished as quickly as possible.  I used
the gas and made my entry.  I didn't bother with my usual checks around the
house when I got inside.  I quickly found Hunter's upstairs room and had
him trussed up for transport in no time.  I was carrying him out of the
room when I heard the garage door opener run.  I laid him back down in bed
and quickly moved to the front window.  A car had just entered the garage.
There was no way out from the second floor and whoever was coming in would
be nothing but trouble.  My only hope was that they would just go to bed
and not look around.  If there was going to be trouble, I only had surprise
on my side.  I went back to Hunter's room, quietly closed the door, stood
beside it, and waited.

   I could hear heavy footsteps coming up the stairs.  The steps came
closer and the knob on Hunter's door turned.  I was behind the door as it
opened; a large figure entered the room and went over to the bed.  He
looked down at Hunter and could see that something was amiss.  I heard a
quiet, "What the fuck is going on?" come from the man.

   I had to move quickly.  I timed my move towards him just as he was
turning around.  I drove my shoulder into his solar plexus region with all
my might and the wind rushed out of him.  I spun with him in my arms and
drove him hard to the floor.  Just before he hit the floor, he spun and
using my weight against me, rolled and threw me off him.  We both hit the
ground pretty good, my attempt at finishing him in one move failed.

   As we both rose, he surprised me with a quick-as-lightning roundhouse
kick to my head that sent me sprawling.  Before I could rise, he was on me.
He was working his arms into a chokehold that I knew would be my end if
completed.  Just as he reached higher to get an arm around my neck, I drove
my hips up and into him.  This knocked him forward enough that I was able
to back out from under him.  I sat back and was ready for his next move.  I
blocked his kick upward and lunged into his midsection.  I secured an arm
and leg as I rose to my feet.  I had him in a classic fireman's carry. 
Before he could react, I rotated to his head and drove him headfirst into
the floor.  The crack of his neck was loud and sharp.  He lay where he fell
and didn't move.

   I went through Hunter's room and gathered up as many of his clothes and
personal items as possible.  I jammed everything into a duffel bag I found
in the closet.  I moved Hunter and his gear downstairs to the rear door.  I
went back upstairs, picked up whom I could only surmise was his father and
stood him at the top of the stairs.  I gave him a push and released him. 
He tumbled down the stairs and ended up in a very awkward position.  I
grabbed Hunter and his stuff and made my way back to the Jeep.  I left the
back door to the house open.  I dropped Hunter off at the safe house and
returned to the condo.  There would be no sleep at all that night or
morning.  By the afternoon, the TV news reported the death of the father
after, what appeared to be, a struggle with his son who had fled the scene.
One detective commented that a lucky push resulted in the father's fall
down the stairs.

   Hunter was in the news for two weeks, as a massive manhunt for him swept
the Southeast.  Before the manhunt had even begun, however, he had started
his new life as a sex toy for an Azerbaijan crime lord.

   I left the condo and headed for the retreat until I remembered Tiffany
and my promise about Disney.  Robotically, I returned to the house. 
Tiffany excitedly greeted me in the garage when I returned.  I abruptly
shoved her away and ordered, "Just stay the fuck away from me!" She quickly
retreated and was about to say something when I turned and harshly said,
"Just keep your fucking mouth shut until I call for you!  Not ...  a ... 
fucking ....  word!" I wheeled away and headed upstairs to my room.  I
grabbed a bottle, stripped down, and headed to the shower.  The bottle was
empty before I was out of hot water.  As I dried off, I took three grays
and crawled into bed.  The dreams came; nothing would stop them that day or
night.  When I awoke, it was early Sunday morning.

   I got up, took a monster piss and didn't bother to get dressed.  I
grabbed a vial of coke and made my way to the kitchen to make some coffee;
but, instead, found a fresh carafe already brewed.  I poured a mug and sat
out on the back deck.  The darkness of predawn enveloped me; the Florida
heat wrapped itself around me like a blanket.  Someone came out and took
the seat next to me.  I glanced over and saw Myra kindly looking at me.  We
looked at each other for a short while and without expression looked away.

   After an appropriate length of silence she said, "Micky ...  (she paused
to see if I was going to react, which I didn't.  Nothing could be a fucking
surprise to me any more in this world) ...  that man, he wasn't your
first."

   "Myra, he wasn't the first; but, he was the first innocent.  The others
chose this business.  We all understand what that means.  When you sign on,
you sign your death warrant.  This guy was protecting his family.  He was
doing the right thing."

   "Micky, you did what you had to do.  When you signed on, his death
warrant was signed.  Not his exactly, but someone's ...  this is what you
chose to do, you did what you had to do."

   "How long have you been here?"

   "I came as soon as I heard.  You were heading to your other place (I
gave her a questioning look) ...  I have no idea where your get away is,
and I really don't care.  I'm the only one, besides Jason, who has any
idea. Regardless, I was here when you got back.  I decided to let you
handle things the way you wanted.  Micky, take Tiffany to Disney, have some
fun.  Let her work her magic on you and get some rest.  When you get back
give me a call and we'll talk then, OK?"

   "Myra ...  thank you.  I still have to sort this out; but I'll try what
you said.  I'll try my best."

   Myra rose, walked behind me, placed her hands alongside my head and gave
me a soft kiss on the top of my head.  Her hands dropped to my shoulders
and, with an affectionate squeeze, she left.

   I sat a while longer and then headed in to get dressed.  I went to the
boat, cast off, and headed out for a ride and maybe some fishing.  The ride
out was refreshing.  The morning was beautiful and the spray on my face did
wonders.  I plugged in a GPS coordinate and headed to a decent fishing
spot.

   I anchored in twenty feet of water and dropped a line.  I didn't expect
to catch anything; I needed time to think.  I was completely out of touch
with all of the people who loved me.  I then thought further and realized
that while I was invincible and invisible, I was also alone with enemies on
all sides.  Aiden appeared to top my list.  It seemed as though he was
quietly working to destroy me.  He threatened Anna, and Dena; he made sure
I knew that he knew about my family.  He sent me his second-hand cunt as a
"gift." Jack?  Jack I'm sure saw me as a threat.  If I wasn't so valuable,
he would be arranging my disappearance right now.  Myra?  Who the fuck
knows?  She seems to be with me; but, I believe she is capable of anything.
Jason is a good ally, as long as the wind is blowing his way.  If it
changed, well ...  you don't need a weatherman to know which way the wind
blows.

   Then there's me.  I am probably my own worst enemy.  I volunteered for
all of this, I agreed to do the things I was asked; and those I was not
asked.  I was ultimately responsible for uncounted destroyed families and
heartbroken parents.  Sure, someone else would be doing it if I wasn't. 
But fuck!  I was good at it!  I always succeeded.  No one remained
untouched once I turned my sights on them.  There was no escape; for them,
or me.

   I reeled in the line and weighed anchor.  I put the boat on slow heading
further out and stood at the aft transom.  With just one step, it would all
be over.  I placed my foot on the gunwale and hesitated.  Thoughts of Anna
flooded my mind.  I stepped back and fell flat on the deck.  Pain ripped
through me and I screamed in agony.  I don't know how long I writhed on the
deck.  I was crying like I haven't since I was a child.  It seemed to go on
forever!  Finally, it ebbed when my mind returned to thoughts of Anna.  How
I wanted her!  How I didn't deserve her.

   I took the helm, and a strange calmness settled over me as I steered
back to the dock and the house.  Mrs.  D saw me pull in and came to the
dock to meet me.

   "Mr.  Nick ...  I was worried you wouldn't be returning."

   "It was very close, Mrs.  D ...  very close."

   "I'm glad you decided to come back.  We need to ...  " I cut her off.

   "Mrs.  D, keep her away from me tonight.  Take her with you or
something. I'll see her tomorrow."

   "I'll go get her things ready now and then have her spend the night in
the cottage."

   We were walking up to the deck and I asked her, "Mrs.  D, would you be
so kind as to sit with me for a moment?"

   "Most certainly Mr.  Nick.  How can I be of assistance?"

   "Mrs.  D, how did you end up here?  How did you become mixed up in all
this?"

   She sat quietly for a moment with her head down.  Unconsciously, she
looked around as she raised her head.  "Mr.  Nick, I am from Eastern
Indonesia.  East Java, the city of Surabaya.  My full name is Selah
Debataraja.  I was newly married when my husband was killed in a work
accident.  I had nowhere to turn and found work as a maid at a local
tourist brothel.  One day a man came in looking for someone to take a job
that required speaking English.  I was qualified and, before I knew it, I
was working in the drug trade.  From there I was brought to America and
introduced to the Big Boss.  I have been working for him for four years
now. When it was decided to send Tiffany to you, Ms.  Myra asked me if I
would accompany her as her pengasuh ...  oh, so sorry, you would say ... 
nanny.  I am beginning to think my life is to move eastward until I return
home."

   "Is that what you want, to return home?"

   "No Mr.  Nick.  I like America.  I would like to be free to pick where
to live and what to do.  I have saved my money and, I think I would like to
move to Houston."

   I nodded at her, got up and headed to my room.

   - The Happiest Place on Earth

   After a night of drug and alcohol induced sleep, I was able to gather
myself up and take Tiffany to the world of magic.  I really do hate that
entire city: the home of the black rat, Whore-lando, rat-town, you name it!
I do enjoy taking their daughters though.  I find it very satisfying.  I
think it's the traffic that drives me the craziest.  I'm one sick
motherfucker, huh?

   Regardless, we arrived and were directed to the exclusive section that
most people don't even know exists.  Nate met us and provided a tour of our
cottage and all of the amenities available to us.  He was especially kind
to Tiffany, as he showed us around.  Once settled in, we took the trolley
to our park entrance and proceeded to act like tourists.  We covered a lot
of ground, rode many rides, and even caught a couple of shows.  I have to
admit, I was having a bit of fun.

   We had a simple park dinner and then headed back to our cottage.  After
getting all cleaned up and relaxed, we sat together on the couch to watch
the movie "Frozen." Tiffany cuddled up next to me and reacted appropriately
to all the scenes in the movie.  Every now and then, she would place a hand
on my thigh and gently caress me.  The movie wasn't bad.  I actually
enjoyed some of the songs and thought they were much better than the crap I
heard when I was a kid.  Of course, during the big number, Tiffany got all
excited and announced that how Elsa looked was going to be her make-over
look tomorrow.  I kind of liked the idea!  The princess in that movie was
pretty hot!  I mean, it is a cartoon, but a couple of times ...  well,
y'all know what I mean.

   Once the movie ended, I found myself feeling a bit randy.

   "Tiffany, stand up here in front of me." She did as instructed.  She was
very cute with her long hair in a high ponytail, the required Disney
t-shirt, and very short denim shorts.  Her legs were so long and lean.  She
wore pink anklet socks and white tennis shoes.

   "On your toes and spin around for me." The view was perfect!

   "Take off your shoes." She did with a smile on her face.

   "The shorts, now the shorts." Tiffany looked down as she undid the clasp
on the shorts and looked back up at me as she shook herself out of her
shorts.  She had to pull up and readjust her simple, white, panties after
her shorts dropped off.  There was a perfect little camel toe formed from
the lovely wide gap between her thin thighs.

   "The shirt Tiffany, take off the shirt." She complied leaving her in her
pink socks, virginal-white panties, and little white cloth bra.

   I smiled at her and she smiled back.  I stood and led her to the
bedroom. As we approached the bed, I moved behind her and wrapped her in my
arms.  I took the opportunity to kiss along her neck as my hands caressed
her from her tits to her pussy.  She seemed to be enjoying the attention as
her body slowly began to gyrate under my hands.  I leaned back, removed her
bra and then her panties.  I leaned in again and fondled her tits and
nipples.  I could feel them harden under my manipulations.  My right hand
dropped to her pussy and I started to finger her moistening slit.  I turned
her to face me, quickly lifted her under her arms and tossed her back on
the bed.  She lay with her legs spread looking up at me.  I stepped back
and began undressing.  She intently followed my every move with her eyes. I
never took my eyes off her.

   Once undressed, I stood at the edge of the bed and began to stroke my
stiffening dick.  Tiffany rolled forward towards me until she was on her
hands and knees with her face mere inches from my dick.  Looking up at me,
she opened her mouth and started for my dick.  I stepped back, placed the
tip of my left index finger against the center of her forehead and stopped
her movement.  She paused and looked at me, somewhat surprised.  I pushed
her backwards until she was once again on her back with her legs spread.

   Stroking my dick I said, "Show me Tiffany; play with yourself, and show
me how happy you want to make me." She lowered her hands to her thighs and
began to caress herself, slowly coming closer to her pussy with every
motion.  She followed me as I moved around the bed watching her.  We both
alternated between looking each other in the eyes and gazing at our mutual
self-pleasuring.

   She was quite a sight!  Her long legs moved in rhythm with her
manipulations.  The tendons of her crotch were her plainly visible and
added a nice level of definition to her pussy.  Her belly was flat and,
while on her back, her hipbones were prominently displayed.  Everything
came together in a way that created a graphic framing for her reddening,
pouty little pussy, and gentle pink folds beckoning for an intruder.  Her
little tits stood proudly, looking like little conical pyramids, riding
firmly on her chest.  Her manipulations started to affect her.

   Her fingers were moving quicker across and into the hood over her clit.
Her up and down hand movements started to take on a more circular motion as
her breathing quickened.  Her hips began to move in response to her hand.
Her face took on that all too familiar and beautiful far away look as she
gazed at me.  At the time her hips began to jerk, she started to quietly
gasp "Nick, Nick" over and over.  Her heels dug into the mattress as she
stretched out in her first wave of pleasure.  She relaxed down and then
lifted up, pointed her pussy at me and popped out two precursors to her
final orgasmic quiver.  Looking right at me, she let out a loud and genuine
"OH!" until she dropped back down to the bed.  She cupped her pussy with
her right hand and rubbed her left forearm over both of her tits as she
turned to her right in my direction.

   Her little show, as well as my own stroking was having the proper
effects on me.  I could feel the build-up and lower body tightening taking
place.  Holding and stroking my dick, I placed my left knee on the bed,
hooked my right leg up and over her so that my dick was pointed directly at
her face.  As soon as she realized what was happening, I came.  I stroked
out load after load onto her face and into her mouth.  I leaned forward
placing my left hand on the headboard for support as I continued to stroke
my cum out and onto her face.  The feeling was so good that it felt like I
was pumping gallons onto her.

   When I looked down at her, she was gathering cum off her face and
rubbing her body, using the spunk as a sort of skin lotion.  I sat back so
I was sitting on her stomach.  She looked up at me with a cum-streaked face
and smiled.  She took hold of my dick, leaned forward and sucked the
remaining juices out of me.  Once finished, she wrapped her arms around my
thighs as best she could and gave me a hug with my dick firmly nestled in
against her face.  I rolled off her, taking her with me as I stood at the
edge of the bed.  I actually felt pretty damn good!  She was babbling on
about how hot and sexy everything was.  I turned her, swatted her on the
butt and ordered, "It's off to the showers for us."

   Three grays and one good slug later, I was ready for bed.  We had a good
sleep and upon waking, everything was focused on only one thing: Princess
Elsa!

   Tiffany's makeover was scheduled for after lunch; so, we spent the
morning visiting attractions and displays.  Of course, before heading out I
needed my usual picker-uppers in order to face the day.  Although it was an
interesting morning, I found my mind wandering and had difficulty focusing.
Eventually we had some lunch and I delivered her to the makeover location.
We decided on the full treatment.  No corner would be cut for her makeover.
I thought she was going to shake out of her shoes when I made the final
arrangements.  They told me it would take about three hours, so I headed
back to the cottage.

   I sat in front of the TV and played the movie from last night over
again. I also had a bottle of bourbon and a vial of coke with me in an
attempt to straighten out my head.  Eventually, things appeared to be
getting to normal.  I decided to go out and take a walk.

   As I wandered the park, I couldn't help but notice how many beautiful
and attractive girls were in attendance.  Around every corner would appear
another target, more valuable than the last.  I headed down one walkway and
could have sworn two of the girls I saw were targets from a few months ago.
It was impossible, they were out of the nation; but regardless, I had to
look twice.  It happened again and again; I seemed to be seeing many girls
who I knew from my work.  I needed to sit and found a small café along a
main park street.  I ordered a strong coffee and sat outside.  That turned
out to be a mistake!

   The hallucinations intensified.  I saw Shea walk by, a much younger Dena
smiled at me, I saw Anna Maria three times, each at a different age.  I was
starting to feel dizzy and was having a tough time determining what around
me was real or not.  I was starting to regain a bit of sense; when Hunter
and his dad walked by.  I quickly left the café and somehow made it back to
the cottage.  I downed a gray, slugged some bourbon and took a quick
shower. I couple of lines seemed to help so I headed out to pick up
Tiffany.

   Thankfully, I didn't have to wait long.  After some overblown fanfare,
she emerged from behind a curtain looking as if she just stepped off a
movie screen.  Her hair was seemingly blown back into a single, flowing
braid.  Her makeup lit up her face and the eyeliner made her eyes appear
larger than they actually were.  Her decorative dress was a sparkly, light
blue with a divided cape/train flowing behind her.  Her arms were covered
with sheer blue sleeves that hooked around her hands.  The dress clung to
her body and when Tiffany walked, she made sure to place one foot in front
of the other, emphasizing the movement of her hips.  Tiffany was even more
beautiful because of the happiness and joy emanating from her face.

   She stepped towards me and asked, "Nick!  What do you think?" She then
performed a perfect spin with her cape circling her.

   "I am utterly floored!  You look absolutely amazing!  You were beautiful
before; now ...  well now ...  you're a movie star!"

   She wore the happiest smile I had ever seen.  She turned, side to side,
before moving off into the park.  I followed her and enjoyed the gentle
movements of her ass as she strode though the crowds.  It wasn't long
before groups of little girls were gathered around her calling out for
Elsa's attention.  Tiffany went right into role and played the character
for all who cared to pay attention.  I marveled at her skill; but, I also
began to feel a touch repulsed by the feeling that she was getting a lot
more out of her role play than those she was making happy.  I could feel an
ember of anger begin to grow inside me.

   We continued through the park, with an ever-growing entourage of
children and parents, until we reached the restaurant where I planned for
us to have dinner.  Tiffany was a sensation as we were led to our seats. 
She ate up every bit of attention bestowed on her.  She didn't eat much and
wasn't very good company during dinner.  She was constantly looking around
to see if anyone was looking at her.  She actually started to try to get
some attention after our fellow diners became used to her presence.  One
time she got up and excused herself to the bathroom.  She took the long way
round the dining area and tried hard to elicit more attention.  I actually
saw people roll their eyes after she passed.  Frankly, I was starting to
feel embarrassed for her and, a bit angry at her.

   - Fucking a Princess

   When she returned, I excused myself to the bathroom and did two good
spoons of coke.  I stopped at the bar on the way back and washed down three
grays with a shot of bourbon for each.  I started to feel somewhat normal
but could feel some of the earlier weirdness start to return.  We finished
dinner and I got us out of there.  Tiffany wanted to walk around some more
so we took a circuitous path back to the cottage.  The same things began to
happen.  It seemed as though every sin I had ever committed in my whole
life passed by as we walked.  I was breaking out in cold sweats and had a
paranoid urge to get back to the cottage.

   Tiffany wasn't very happy as I rushed us back to the cottage.  Once
inside she made a mistake.  "Nick, what the hell are you doing?  I wanted
to stay out longer and you knew it.  Why the fuck did you drag me back
here?"

   All I could do was stare at her.  I could feel all of my energies and
emotions start to focus on her.  She misread my look.  "Well, if you think
you're going to get anything from this princess tonight ...  you're sadly
mistaken!"

   She turned to head out the door and I blocked her way.  I placed my hand
around her neck and lifted until only her toes were on the ground.  Her
glove-covered hands clawed at mine as I half carried to the bedroom by her
neck.  I lifted her off her toes and tossed her on the bed.  She lay there
gasping for air as I tore the clothes from my body.

   She thought this was a game.  She smiled and moved back against the
headboard while wagging her finger at me.  With a laugh, albeit an
uncertain laugh, she said, "I don't think so, big boy!  You have to be nice
to the princess!"

   "Fuck you, you little bitch!" I grabbed an ankle and quite roughly
pulled her back towards me.  Her dress rose to her thighs and I reached
between her legs until I had her panties firmly in my grasp.  I lifted her
up and closer to me.  Fuck!  The makeover bastards had put a garter belt
and classic white stockings on her; under her panties!  Shit!  The sight
was driving me crazy!  As I ripped the panties off her, she let out a bit
of a scream.  Damn, she was a sight!  Those long stocking clad legs, the
sexy as hell garter belt, all on display with her dress pulled up around
her waist; and her, the spitting image of a Princess from a goddamn
cartoon!

   I reached down to her pussy, drove my thumb into her cunt and cupped my
fingers under her ass.  Unbelievably, she was wet!  The little bitch was
turned on by everything that had been happening!  I grabbed her like a
bowling ball and lifted her closer to me.  As she landed right in front of
me I looked at her and commanded, "Suck my dick, you fucking skank
princess!" As she started to speak, I open-handed her across the side of
the head.  She caught herself, stared back at me and then I hit her from
the other side.  The message finally got through to her.  "Open your
fucking mouth!  Don't say a thing!" I grabbed the back of her head and
drove my dick into her mouth.  "OK, your highness, you better suck this
dick like your life fucking depends on it, which it just might be." I
really didn't want her to give me a blowjob or anything.  I wanted to give
her face a good horse fucking ...  and I was.

   I grabbed hold of her braids on either side of her head as I drove my
dick into her mouth.  My dick was ramming into the back of her throat and
causing her great discomfort.  She was gagging and trying to yell with
every thrust.  Every time I pulled back, she gasped for air.  I could see
the eye makeup begin to run down her cheeks as her eyes watered up and she
started to cry.  Pretty soon, the only sound that came from her was a
"Gaak!" with every thrust I made.

   I pounded her face and throat for a while until my frenzy abated.  I
pushed her back on the bed and she went fetal while gasping for air.  I
grabbed her arm and stood her up.  "Now take that fucking stupid dress
off!" She quickly, but carefully, removed her princess dress.  I couldn't
believe my eyes.  The makeover fucks put a bustiere on her!  She was
dressed like a high classed whore under her princess dress.

   "Who the fuck dressed you like this?"

   "I made them, they said it was only for adults but I had them call Nate
and he told them to do what I wanted.  I was going to surprise you later."

   I was even harder than before.  I grabbed the top of the bustiere,
pulled it down to expose her pokey little tits and pushed her back on the
bed.  I knee walked up to her and turned her over.  I lifted her ass
towards me and violently drove myself into her blatantly exposed pussy.  I
grabbed onto her hips and began to mindlessly fuck her from behind.  I
drove as fast and as hard as I could manage.  Every thrust was met with a
cry of pain from her.

   I glanced down and noticed that as she folded over with every thrust,
her asshole appeared to dilate.  I paused, pulled out and positioned myself
at the entrance to her ass.  I swear; it appeared as if she opened wider
for me.  My dick was well lubricated and her pooper looked very inviting. I
thrust into her ass with as much force as I could.  I got a couple of
inches in and began to fuck her ass with all I had.  After a couple of
yells of pain, she fell into the routine of getting a good ass fucking. 
She wasn't enjoying it at all; but, she seemed to have developed, at least,
a tolerance for it.  I thought, `Fucking Aiden again!  I wonder if he has
had his ass fucked by a big fat cock?  Asshole can dish it out but can he
take it?"

   At that point, things changed.  I wasn't fucking her ass, I was ramming
his.  She felt the difference and began to plead for me to slow down and
take it easier.  Her pleas only served to spur me on.  I molested her ass
with my dick until I felt the familiar build up.  I noticed she was no
longer making any sounds and had pretty much gone limp in my hands.  It
didn't matter, just a couple more thrusts ...  and yes!  I fell on top of
her and unloaded deep in her ass.  She was half-conscious when I rolled off
her and slowly she began to whimper in pain.  I honest to god truly didn't
care.  She could have died right then and there and I wouldn't have given
it a second thought.  I mean, what the fuck would one more nightmare
matter?

   She lived, she survived, she came to, and she cried.  After I couldn't
take it anymore I told her to shut the fuck up, get in the bathroom and
clean herself up.  I grabbed a bedspread, wiped off my dick, and sat down
in the easy chair in the room.  I helped myself to a few slugs of bourbon,
picked up my cell phone and waited for her to return.

   She came back in the room and climbed onto the bed.  She had
straightened out her under garments and regardless of how I felt about her,
she looked hotter than hell!  At first she looked at me with what I thought
was genuine hate; but, that soon changed into a devilish smile.  I had made
up my mind.

   "Tiffany, come here." I had her kneel in front of me between my legs. 
She started to approach my dick but I told her to stop.  "Listen closely."
I picked up the cell phone and looked at her.  "I can speed dial number
nine, or I can speed dial number four.  I just have to decide if you
deserve another chance."

   "Another chance?  I don't understand."

   "I know you don't.  I'm going to explain it to you.  You are a selfish,
manipulative little bitch.  I'm sure your Papa, or whatever that asshole
made you call him, saw it in you and that is why he got rid of you.  He
didn't send you to me, he threw you away!  I was your second chance and you
blew it.  You tried to manipulate me and I saw right through you.  Now, the
number nine speed dial will connect me with a colleague who will likely
have your white ass locked up in a whorehouse somewhere in central Africa.
You won't live for more than a year.  The number four will connect me with
a partner here in the U.S.  where you'll be kept in comfort but will have
to perform your magic whenever he calls upon you.  You'll end up as a
reasonably high-classed whore, but nothing more.  With him, there is a very
slim chance that you could live something like a normal life.  Which will
it be?"

   "Number four!  Please number four!  I'll do whatever you say!  Don't
kill me!"

   "You have to do two things if I dial four.  First, do whatever he tells
you and do not, for any reason, ask or tell him what you want unless he
asks you first.  Understand?"

   "Yes"

   "Second, never, ever, complain.  The second you do, you're off to
Africa. Understand?"

   "Yes"

   "OK, I'm going to hit four.  The guy you're going to is a good man.  He
doesn't want to fuck you; he doesn't want you to suck his dick.  He has his
own girl.  He is your boss and you can't manipulate him.  If you give him a
problem, he'll send you away in a flash.  You will have to change your
ways."

   I placed my hand on the back of her head and moved her to my dick.  She
started sucking my dick as I hit the number four button.  I explained
everything to Jason as Tiffany performed her oral magic.  He completely
understood what the deal was and seemed pleased to have a new whore for his
stable.  I also explained that a dry-cleaned dress would be arriving with
her and that he would be able to see the profit in the outfit.

   As expected, her eyes lit up when she heard she could keep her dress.  I
gave her a look and she quickly went back to concentrating on my dick.

   Jason and I finished our conversation.  I snapped a couple of pictures
of her and sent them to him.  I put the phone down, looked at her and
asked, "Are you a little whore?"

   "Yes, a very good one too." She quickly pumped her head on my dick.

   "You like sucking my cock?"

   "No, I love sucking your cock." She stroked my dick and while looking
right in my eyes, slowly engulfed my entire cock with mouth and throat.  I
could feel myself getting ready to explode.

   "Do you like sucking a cock dry or having your face covered in cum?"

   "I like both, but right now I think I would like to watch you cum on my
face."

   I stood, took my dick in hand proceeded to jerk myself to a satisfactory
orgasm that painted her face very effectively.  She scooped up as much cum
as she could and ate it all up.

   "Now go take a shower and get your things together.  We're leaving in
the morning"

   I felt it best to tell Myra about my plans.  I messaged her that we
needed to talk and within twenty minutes, she called.

   "Nick, what's up, why the urgent call?"

   "Myra, I just can't keep Tiffany around any longer.  It's just too much,
and if she's not out of here, I think she could get hurt."

   "What the fuck do you mean?  You better not harm her!  You know where
she came from!"

   "I certainly know where she came from and I was told she was mine to do
with as I please, and it pleases me to send her away."

   "OK, OK, tell me what happened.  Why such a quick decision?  She hasn't
been with you that long.  Is it about that guy?"

   "Myra, there's a lot going on here.  First, let me just say that I
appreciate the thought; but, I really don't want Aiden's hand-me-downs. 
It's almost fucking insulting.  I know the rest of y'all see it as an honor
or some such shit; but, I see it as an insult."

   "Oh, Nick..."

   Second, quite simply, I don't like her.  There is something of a
mercenary about her.  Everything revolves around her and I just can't play
that game.  She's annoying.  She's not even my type as far as looks are
concerned.  Now, she's one hell of a sex toy, but I can get that anywhere."

   "Nick, did you give her enough time?  Maybe she'll change and understand
..."

   "Myra, get real."

   "Nick, what is your type?  I thought you had a thing for blondes."

   "Christ, Myra, shit!  You're my type!  I like dark hair, olive-tan skin,
mysterious and sultry.  I know you know about the neighbor girl last year.
That's my type!  Anyway ...  I'm not sure it's safe for her to be around
me, things have been weird and I'm not sure about myself.  I'm sending her
to Jason.  He'll take care of her properly and she'll do great with him. 
She'll be the greatest whore in the history of Georgia and will be writing
her own ticket by the time she's eighteen."

   After a moment of silence, Myra calmly and friendly responded, "OK, make
the arrangements.  Jason will be good for her, and to her.  (Pause) Micky
...  remember who you really are.  Don't let Nick take over your life.  Get
back home, I'd like it if Mrs.  D stayed with you.  I don't want you
wandering around there alone any more.  Get some rest, go fishing, hang
with your buddies, work out, and then get back to work."

   "Thanks Myra ..."

   "Micky ...  one more thing.  Take it easy with the drugs.  If you go any
deeper, I don't think I could protect you.  It's one of the few things that
isn't tolerated in our organization.  You'll be better off if you quit
altogether."

   "I'll try.  Thanks again."

   I made some more calls.  The dress was picked up for cleaning with the
understanding it would be shipped to Atlanta.  Nate had us checked out and
on our way at nine the next morning.  I took Tiffany back to the house
where Mrs.  D had packed up all of her stuff.  Mrs.  D told me she was
pleased that she was going to stay with me, instead of going to Atlanta.

   As I was heading out on the boat, with a livewell full of bait, a car
arrived to take Tiffany to her new life.
   Continued ...