"This is what I owe you, Joey."

"This is what I owe you, Joey."

With a giggle, she turned her head, patted her butt, and walked on.

And Joey was furious. He jumped up and down on the porch pointing his finger. "You snub me, Elyse! You always snub me. I told you! I knew you would. One day, you'll come to me. You'll really need my help. But, I won't be a fool. In the end, you always snub me!"

His heart pounded violently, but not due in any case to his vertical exercises. No. He was madly in lust with her. He watched her butt, as it shook, as she walked; her slender shoulders; and her beautiful mane, almost gleaming in the sun. Now, everything was slow motion. She turned that gorgeous round head toward him. Her mouth open, a giggle, for him; Her pearly whites, a rare glimpse at the back top row; Her lips, thin at the edges but labrose at the philtrum; her eyes, gently betraying the material world with a ghostlike guise. For him. All these little movements working in special ways just for him. He wanted her, he needed her: In a way that goes beyond four dimensions. He craved her to the very point of impossibility. He wanted to take her slender body and plow through it until with a shriek her very spirit erupted from within.

But, he didn't realize all of this was going on his head. He had no idea. He never gave a thought to that source of his desire and hate. All he knew was that he wanted to give Elyse a good banging, especially after what she had put him through. But, now, she was out of sight. And he was alone and impassioned. He stuck his hand down his pants, and immediately went to work at leaving a surprise for Elyse when she returns.

Meanwhile, Elyse had reached the corner of her block and was stuck at a decision. There were two people she could think of seeing. There was Romeo, and there was Mr. Brady.

First off, Romeo is definitely no Romeo. In fact, he's the bad boy of the block. Though there had never been anything romantic between the two, Elyse always got along pretty well with Romeo. She knew for certain, though, that if anyone could get her a car for the night, it would be him (Probably not legally). And, if anyone had any ideas on obtaining hard cash, it would be him (Again, not legally). In fact, he is her sole Mafia connection, which also means that he is also partly responsible for this wet little situation she was in.

Then, there was Mr. Brady: An older gentleman who she is sure had the hots for her. He had one of those classic 50's type cars that she could easily coax from him. She laughed at the thought of teasing the old man and immediately determined that there could be no better way to begin her entrepreneurship.

She had to decide, left for Romeo's neighborhood, or right for Mr. Brady. Taking a moment to settle her decision she said aloud with adventurous satisfaction: