The following week I noticed Bethany staring a bit more than usual at us but I figured it was just some teen age thing and forgot about it.On Saturday...while we all were relaxing out back by the pool, Bethany started talking to her mother asking her to take a few glamour shots of her. After going back and forth about what she was looking for, Bethany slipped and said she wanted a picture like the one of my wife with the smoky looking eyes just wearing the sheer scarf. Well that definitely got. Oh yeah, the tramp. She's making all kinds of noises, trying to get my attention."Hey, mister? We gonna fuck or what?"I put my finger to my lips to silence her and then hold it up, gesturing wait a second, and nod. She gets it and lays down.Slimy was telling the truth about all the garbage about shifters, seers and slimers. Why lie to a man you're about to off? But he was wrong. I can change people.There are clues in everything he said. I was walking an associate of the collector and I'm just. Come in while I get ready for work. I’ve got to polish the old fangs before they rot and fall out. Hate to go through the rest of my life gumming my food.”Laughing at the obvious joke, Martin looked around the room while Jerry went into the bathroom. The lack of furnishings took him by surprise. The bed, the air conditioner, and three bags of clothes were all that were in the room. He noticed that the windows had been repaired. When Jerry came back in the room, Martin said, “You really fixed. It was convenient, "living" within walking distance of work. Didn't have to use precious funds for transportation. A hell of a strange workplace, though. It was actually a vacant lot amid tinned-up abandoned tenements."Where's Juan?" Juan no more. I new boss, Tony. Get'a you ass a working."Ben grabbed the cutting torch and crawled under the nearest car. Funny, he had never thought he'd actually be using the rudimentary skills learned in metal shop for making money. Making money dismantling.