‘Oh, he had that kind of reputation, too. And it was well deserved. He was very skilled at making lady friends and showing them a good time, whether...they were married or not.’ She smiled. ‘Or so I’ve heard.’ I kept my face bland. ‘I’m sure. Why is your husband so dead set against this project?’ ‘What does it matter?’ she asked with a toss of her head. ‘Armstrong’s dead and that’s it for that. It’s a shame he had to die to stop it but it’s over now.’ ‘What makes you so sure of that? If his death. .. you know," he says, nodding towards the bulge in his pants. "You really do deserve it," I tell him. "Only once, though," I tell him as I kneel on the floor between his legs and start unfastening his belt. "I can still smell her," he says, sniffing his fingers. "That's just rude!" I laugh. "You don't sniff one woman's aroma while you're asking another woman to blow you!" "Oh God! I'm sorry, Aunt Sara," he says, pulling his hand away from his face. "I'm just kidding, Jeremy," I laugh as I pull. You wont unless you want me to show these, Stan said as he handed us each one photo from a stack of them. I looked at the Polaroid photo I held which showed Janet and me in a sixty-nine. I could not remember if that happened or if they had posed us like that. Janet handed me the photo Stan gave to her and I looked at it. The photo showed their dog licking her pussy. Stan told us he had other photos he had taken as well and would show everyone if we ever told anyone about what happened at the. It’s a quarter-past midnight but you aren’t tired at all, at least not in the sleepy way.You shuffle through the room into the kitchen, and you hope there’s some beer in there. You are John Doe and today you were fired from your job, and while that isn’t the end of the world, in this job-market it means at least a few months unemployed. Your landlord is a hard-ass, so the moment you miss a single rent payment you’ll be kicked out for good. After that you only have two options: moving back in.