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He leaned over the girl, admiring her chest as it rose up and down. He couldn’t wait to get his hands around her tits. But a few things needed to happen first.

He grabbed her purse and dug through it. Advil… something for anxiety… no wheel of birth control pills though. Perfect. He checked her arms for an implant; nothing. If she hadn’t drunk the **** lemonade so fast, he might have been able to get a few questions in.

Sometimes they could still answer in this state though. He shook the girl’s shoulder a little. “Eliza?”

“Yesh.” she mumbled softly, eyes still closed.

“What’s your birth control?”

“My ex… jus used… con… doms.”

He smiled. This girl just got better and better.

He found her ID in her wallet. Eliza Gwyne, 27, formerly of Des Moines, IA. Moving elsewhere. With no one to miss her.

His door banged open. Mike McCall strode over to the living room to look at the passed out girl.

“She’s perfect. Moving away from her entire life.”

“Aren’t we lucky today? I’m going to hook up the truck to her car and start to bring it in but I wanted to see who’d be joining us.”

“Thanks man.” Jack clapped his friend on the back before moving to pick Eliza up. “Appreciate the help.”

He threw the girl over his shoulder like a sack of flour and walked through the door Mike held open.