It was a real classic sixties Fender rosewood fretless bass. My only expression was, "Holy shit, that is a real classic."Lisa had a suitcase that had ...an assortment of effects and pedals. She said, "My dad got this from a guy that owed him money. The guy was going to get it back but died. No one has played this for at least twenty-five years or so. The big amp is in my car, but needs a new cone by now. The strings are probably no good anymore, but you can try. Fix it up and see how you like. We took his keys and started out on our way west.It would be hours or maybe days before someone reported the old man missing, but the guards at the prison would know we’ve escaped by the time the sun came up.We ran out gas in Ohio, somewhere outside of Cleveland. It was my turn to dispose of my prison suit; I discarded it into the burning flame. “What now?” I said.“We find a gas station, and we rob it.” Carter said in an arrogant voice.He was still brandishing the gun he had managed to scuffle. Just the same, he picked up the lamp and walked around to the far side of the rock. It was a narrow, _empty_ bit of beach. Leo waited a minute or two in case anyone had followed him. Satisfied that no one had, he began to rub the lamp.Nothing happened for a moment. Leo was about to stop when the lamp began to hum softly. He rubbed faster, and the hum grew louder. The lamp began to glow. "Hot damn," Leo said, trying hard not to shout. "Babes, lots of money, and more babes, that's my three. What the fuck was wrong with me? I thought furiously to myself. I am twice their age! This whole idea is ill conceived and perverted. Children should not be born in this environment where 8 women all share a single man. It was absolutely insane, and they were sure to grow up like serial murderers, slum lords, or politicians or something.Right?"Everyone!" I heard Janice shout from the next room. "I have news! It's finally a plus! I'm going to be a mommy!"Everyone cheered.I sat down, floored..