“I guess I am something of a ‘lame duck’ Realtor, until I get my license.”“Stuart, I have some friends at the PBR; we’ll have your Realtor...number by tomorrow. I called in a favor,” he said.“Thanks, John – I appreciate that!”Sari giggled at that, and was looking at her high school math book. I received a text.‘My GED test is next Friday; can you take me?’‘What time is it?’‘Nine in the morning!’‘No Problem, will schedule with Dad later! Love you!‘Love you more!’We went back to what we were doing.. We drove down a couple of narrow streets lined with working class terraced houses. It was now about 9.00 and getting quite dark. Suddenly we spotted a couple of girls working. One was a black girl, about twenty, wearing a pair of black PVC thigh length boots with a really short red dress on. Her companion was older with peroxide hair, probably in her early thirties, who had on a white skin tight mini dress with ridiculously high white-heeled shoes. Her dress was really cheap and you could see. Kyle was a guy I had known from around, nothing major, just someone I’d say ‘What’s up?’ to in the halls. Also I had once made my self known when he was getting harassed by a pair of douche bag one day but really that was about. Looking down at him, I was about a foot taller then him even in my default state and Jessica was still a good few inches on him, I came to wonder how he had managed to survive here as long as he had. The guy looked like he’d was malnourished and the ginger hair and. ’ ‘The spider,’ said Keme. ‘Can you see the spider.’ ‘Spiders like to eat,’ said the girl and licked her lips. ‘The juice of life right out of the prey. Still living, still warm. I see many spiders.’ ‘The black spider,’ said Keme. ‘The one that scared me.’ The girl stopped rocking and her eyes cleared. ‘He sleeps,’ she said, in a motherly voice. ‘He rests and dreams of his woman.’ The girl sighed dreamily. ‘Death thinks he is beautiful.’ The girl’s face changed, terror entered her eyes..