The Homeless Man

You and Amanda went down to the homeless tent city the following day. You could see needles and empty bottles of liquor. Everything smelled of piss and shit and cheap ****. Amanda's presence was like a breath of fresh air, perkiness and perfume. She led you to Gus's tent.

"Gus?" you asked hesitantly. "Are you there?"

"Who the fuck is asking?" A deep voice answered. Out of the tent came Gus. 6'3, heavyset, hairy Gus. He had a heavy beard and Afro. You faltered in front of him.

"Hey Gus," Amanda said smoothly. He immediately brightened up seeing the young beautiful model.

"Hey, baby. Whatcha doing down here? Normally you give me a little cash off my spot," he said, looking concerned.

"Well ... tell him, cucky," Amanda ordered. You looked down, avoiding eye contact.

"I'm ... sick. Maybe terminally sick," you said reluctantly. You hated even acknowledging it. "And we're looking for guys that might be good for Amanda long-term. Like a replacement. But uh, just two weeks for now."

Gus smiled broadly. Yeah, you thought. He needed a lot of dental work. Three, four missing teeth? And his breath was rank from ****. But you didn't need to hold your breath before he said yes.