” “I have an idea,” I answered him, “I have thought a lot about this and I think that I have a solution to our problems.” Before he could as... me what was going on, I made my way out to the backyard and began to climb up into the treehouse. He was right behind me, without any sort of hesitation. His lack of hesitation made me nervous that I was not going to be able to go through this, but I knew what needed to be done. “Henry,” I said with a nervous smile, turning to face him completely. “I want. "She said I'd get a twenty for every serious dude that called. And a fifty spot for every woman." On one side was a number handwritten in Sharpie, which was apparently his code. On the other was the business card:Priapus ProductionsConnoisseurs of Fine FilthKansas City, Missouri"Why are they paying more for women?" I asked."Because men are apparently more than eager to do it for free," he said."Do what?" I believe they're lookin' for people to be in amateur porns of the kind you just watched.". But there wassomething worse, something subtle and indefinable, barely discernible tomany and easily missed especially by guys, but it was a rare woman whowould fail to notice it.Chauncey looked babyish---there is no other word for it---he looked attwenty-three like an overgrown toddler. No girl who gave him more than acasual glance could mistake that look---it made him repulsive and at thesame time curiously fascinating...He was slight in build, to be sure. But his body's short frame had a. It’s been over a year since I held a brush, Ealaín.“A year!”“Yes, it’s hard to pursue your passion when you’re following your brother around on his adventure.”“It won’t be forever,” I said, my frustration dying down. “We’re getting closer to being done.”“Will it be over, though?” Her citrine eyes bored into me. “Won’t there always be another adventure for Sven to throw himself into? Another dangerous task? Another perilous quest?”I blinked and looked ahead at my brother. The exhaustion settled.