The lair of the beast.

She takes the elevator down, riding along with a mother carrying a two-year old and a man with a helper dog. The Labrador Retriever keeps sniffing at your crotch through the sun dress. Dogs know. The man is trying to control it.

"Down Butch. Sorry miss, he's usually better behaved. He must smell something."

"I just had a shower."

"Oh, that'll be it; he loves the smell of wet people."

The elevator ride ends quickly enough at the lobby and she heads outside and across the street. The brass key opens the lobby door and she heads inside, pushing the button for 'nine'. When she reachs the ninth floor there's a black woman with chocolate brown skin and black cornrows standing outside apartment 907. She's wearing a white halter top and yellow tennis shorts, and one of her eyebrows raises as you approach.

"Upside-down girl? I expected Matt."

"Matt's... busy... right now. I came to see if his apartment's as much of a creep as he is."

"I was going to give him a piece of my mind for ditching you, but this sounds like more fun. What's your name, girl?"

"Kennedy; you?"

"Latisha."

She steps aside and Kennedy opens the door.

The apartment can be described as elegant creepy. There are several fine-art paintings of female nudes on the walls, and while there's nothing directly obscene about the furniture it's all suggestive if you look at it from the right angle. On the coffee table, the legs of which may or may not be naked women, is a laptop with a porno movie running where a girl is sucking some guy's member. Kennedy stops it with an "eew".

Latisha looks at the screen. "Eew is right. He should be arrested for watching this shit."

Kennedy looks back at the screen and reads the title: "Sweet Thirteen". It's between "Sadie Sucks the Seventh Grade" and "Tiny Twats" on the list.

I hope the parents get to him before the cops do.

You remain silent; the last time you were on earth the rule was "old enough to bleed, old enough to breed." Of course, back then life expectancy was about twenty and you could easily be tromped to **** by a mastodon if you were careless.

Kennedy turns to the black girl. "I think we'd better leave. The police will be checking this place out once they process Matt, and I'd rather not leave any fingerprints behind."

"Process him? What's he doing?"

"Masturbating in a playground, with kids around."

Erase my fingerprints here, please.

I can't – oh, wait I can. Done.

Kennedy and Latisha leave the apartment.