“Good to hear, hey Marc, I have some bad news, we just got a call from uncle Paul, grandpa’s not feeling well.” I felt a pang of sadness.“Oh, ...s it very serious?”“We aren’t sure, it wasn’t quite clear. But your dad and I are leaving now. We won’t be here when you arrive, but Jenn will be.”“Alright mom, I understand. For how long will you guys be gone?”“A few days, a week maybe.”“Hmm alright.”“Okay honey, we gotta go, love you.”“Love you mom, greetings to dad and good luck. Keep us. That's right, I thought uneasily, it was really erotic! In the dream I was watching a blue movie just as I had done late last night except I was the star of this one! The dream had started out as real facts, repeating what I had done last night then kicking in with weird fantasies, like sex with a dog, my own dog, Duke. I was getting very mixed up now and suddenly felt strangely uneasy remembering the details of my dream.Or did I want to? Despite myself the erotic details of the dream slowly. . pluh..please, sir. Please don't kill me.Wuh- wuh- wuh- we just needed some petrol. Our van's up on the hardshoulder. We just ran out of puh puh puh petrol. Oh please, please,please..." Vincent tailed off, dissolving into wracking sobs."We? Oh I see," said the accented voice. "Other kid. He is musician too?"Vincent nodded."Get up," said the voice, "bring instruments and walk in front of me. Youtry any shit, you fucking dead like Kurt Cobain. Brains on wall. Ha."Vincent managed to stand, and. Now get out there, can't you two see we got customers walking around out there, get out there and sell something."As the boys left I looked at Lucky and said, "I need to clarify something Lucky, I am here because I want to be here. I am here because I was bored at home. I am here because I like being a very bad girl. I am not your bitch, I am not anybody's bitch. I am not looking for any boyfriend, or sugar daddy." Don't get me wrong, I like the money I am making and that is part of being the.