“Better,” she said. “I work for tips, Mister. Want me to dance for you?”“Uh, sure,” I said.Liz looked at my forlorn wallet and shook her h...ad. She left the room without a word. After a couple of minutes, I started to go look for her but she reappeared. She handed me a small roll of currency.“Here,” she said. “It’s obviously your first time at the Liz’s Gentleman’s Club. You’ll need some cash if you want to have any real fun.”I looked down at the bills and back to Liz.“This is what I would be. "I do have one. Trust me! But first I need to tell you something else too." "Tell me what? My eyes are narrowing suspiciously. "All my brothers and sisters brought their spouses and some of their kids with them. There are kind of a lot of people in the house now waiting to meet you." "Oh my fucking God, you have to be kidding me. What the fuck where you thinking?' I'm just rambling, shouting and beginning to cry now. "For god's sake, just trust me for once!" Mike tries to reassure me as he. Her voice sounded strangely distorted and a little soft but I turned to smile at the door. Oddly, she wasn’t there. Then I heard Hawk. ‘Good morning.’ That same odd tone. I finally located the voices as coming from the air vent over this end of the kitchen. I had lived here alone with Stan for so long that I had forgotten the vents sometimes carried voices. I remembered listening in on my mom and dad when I was a kid. That brought back a lot of fond memories and a smile. As the morning. He tried to calm himself, tried to breathe slowly. In, out. In, out. It worked a little, and he felt his features start to shrink again. The constant push and pull of his bones was aching. He needed to go to the store now.Cameron started down the alley toward the main street, trying to keep calm. He tried not to think about his situation, how fucked he was. Of course, that got him going again and the dull ache of his jaw told him he was failing to keep control. He would have to go down the.