“Not now. We have to go. Save that for later.”Val sat up and pulled his boxers over his root, making a tent. As he and Sessie got dressed, she ask...d him if he had the marked currency.“Yes. Right here.”He raised a hundred dollar bill with “Darrell” written in small letters in one corner.Arriving at the gas station down the street from where they live, Val turned his cell cam on.“Hey, Darrell. This is the money you sent,” Val said into the camera, bringing the hundred into view.Val then panned to. Alice whispered something in my ear, but I didn’t hear. I was terrified and this only made the wetness between my legs more obscene. “Spread your legs more,” Alice commanded. The tone in her voice was forceful, aggressive, and yet her voice was so sweet, so melodious, I couldn’t resist. I opened my legs like a possessed girl. “Good, now I want you to show them your special gift.” My gift. I never thought of it as a “gift”, more like an embarrassing curse. Alice was referring to the flowing gush. A three-way catfight among Petunia and Yulan (Tai Chi Chuan), Imani, Aaliyah, and Makayla (basketball), and Lavender, Ginger, Heather, and Jasmine (volleyball), all over six feet. I wouldn't mind selling tickets to that one, I thought.Ginger Zenzaro, as you may recall, is my cousin. Yeah, I know what you're thinking but her mom actually was my real mom's sister. Of course, that was before my mom left me at the age of six, and before Ginger's mom died in a car accident. Anyway, once Ben was out. It means god is a pig. I tried it out a few weeks later and it’s potency was not exaggerated. Their grins were getting more weary. I was sitting next to one of the guy’s girlfriend and he appreciated it none. It was my cue. I was about to brave the crowd and grab another table when some girl approached me and said I looked familiar. We solved the mystery, she was one of the brigade of backpackers I accompanied the previous night to the Augustiner beer hall in Salzburg, ala the mornings.