"Randy, I don't think it would be a good idea for me to be doing something like that. You are my brother, after all!" It's all right, sis, you have a ...ifferent father and I have a different mom so we are not real blood-related brother and sister. We just happen to live together and we each have a parent who fucks the other."I thought about that for a moment and realized he did make a lot of sense."What exactly do you want me to do?"My "brother" Randy walked over to my bedroom door and locked. Now please get out of the car, bring yourregistration, and follow me. We're going to my office to have us alittle heart to heart talk." He had obviously contrived this encounteras they only had to walk around the corner to his offices.They walked into the stark office. The rooms were rather barren with aminimum of furniture, reflecting the relative prosperity of the area ingeneral. The sheriff casually motioned to a metal folding chair placedin front of an old wooden desk. Mary took that. I’m worried, though. I’m being driven to my third foster home in less than three months and each one seems to be worse than the one before.My parents were arrested three months ago for a long list of what seemed like minor crimes to me. They were just trying to get by, doing what they could to bring in a little money. They made most of their money growing and selling a little pot. Not a lot. Not enough to get rich doing it. The cartels weren’t worried about them. They just sold enough to make. "Here we go," I said cynically, "Starting a massage parlour, are we? Where, in the cellar?" Don't mock! Honestly, I'm really into it. I've read up on all the techniques. I need some hands-on practice."I waved my hands in the air. "No way! I'm not being your guinea pig for some new-fangled hocus-pocus, airy-fairy, arty-farty..." I'd ran out of proper rhyming couplets, so I settled for "... crappy-wappy stuff!" It's not new-fangled!" Mom insisted. "The Chinese have been doing it for years!" No.