She had heard that at least one of them would do things like that for a few bucks. Only problem was that she was broke. She choose a black, sleeve-les... dress that sat very tight on her torso but more loosely over her hips and it stopped just above her knees, showing a good part of her long legs. She was also wearing more make-up than strictly necessary for 10 am. She drove slowly through the city. Even a tiny fender-bender would be hard to explain or even pay off at the moment. The thing was,. A shot rang out behind me, and I thought someone was rallying, but then the man next to me dropped. He was my friend, name was Jack. I looked up into the stone cold eyes of the sergeant, holding a smoking pistol."Get the fuck back there and shore up that line, it's just another mutated pile of shit, but big! OR YOU ALL END UP LIKE HIM!" He yelled, pointing the still smoking pistol at the corpse of my best friend. I caught the sergeant's eye, and he sneered. This was geting out of hand. Already. Just because I'vefound you some after-hours employment, doesn't mean you can neglectyour day job," he snickered.I followed him and took up my usual post working on Eddie's books as Ihad done every day for the last few months. I couldn't bear to bring upwith him the events of last night or even look him in the eye. What Idid do though was to pay particular attention to those parts of Eddie'sbusiness that had now come to directly affect me. Because Mabel ran thebooks relating to the prostitution. " I know!" Beth stated. "We could--no, you probably wouldn't let us." Wouldn't let you do what?" I was sort of anxious to prove to the girlsthat I was going to be much more liberal with them than their father was."Well," Beth lowered her eyes and smiled modestly. "We could play for ourclothes. You know, Strip Poker. As long as we didn't do anything itwouldn't really be naughty." And it would certainly be a way to get to know each other!" Liz put in."Hmmm..." I considered. "Well, I expect you to.