I was packing for the day, Grandma Greely and two of her friends were sitting chatting while her granddaughter Alice helped me total out the day and p...ack up. I was paying her ten dollars an hour by then, thirty dollars a day, and was thinking about taking her with me on Saturdays, which would give her another fifty a week. She was very excited when I told her we would give her a try next week.He was young, thin, with the wild eyes and jerky mannerisms of a junkie. He had a tiny pistol, a little. They lived alone with their mother, the father had left 3 years ago to get killed in Iraq. Three hotties all alone with nobody to protect them, how could I resist? I parked some roads back and casually walked to the house. It was mid-morning, most people already left for work, the houses empty save for the occasional housewife. My target was empty, she had left taking her daughters to school half an hour ago and after that she would head for work and stay till noon. The girls would return early. He was disgusted with the city for so many reasons. He had been raised to believe you succeeded on your own merits, your own hard work. It seemed here in the city you succeeded by back stabbing your friends and co workers, by making the competition look bad instead of by working to make yourself look good. He hated the fake friendship and camaraderie, the mandatory parties and social functions. Truthfully, he was about ready to quit his damn job and move back home where he could live a good. “Oh well,” Vivie quipped, “Load up ladies, and let’s get a move on outta here.” followed by, Two doors down from the restaurant, they were accosted by two new pimps who smirked and deliberately blocked their path. Walking in the rear, Vivie directed, She squatted, carefully set her shopping bag on the ground, and stepped forward between her companions, her knife open in her hand. Without speaking, she slashed across the forehead of the first man, followed through, and removed a large chunk of.