tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-53112110427478823842024-02-19T07:18:05.077-08:00The Wonderful World of HappinessBriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03287272470221859405noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311211042747882384.post-17398650204934079322012-11-19T19:55:00.000-08:002012-11-19T19:55:16.762-08:00Chapter 9: Hanging On<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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"I'm hanging on today</div>
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I'm holding on, I'm Strong</div>
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I'm the only one who can make it change</div>
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I don't wanna fight</div>
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I'm gonna make it alright"</div>
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"Well here it is. It has everything you wanted plus more. Plus it's under your budget which is always a great thing to. It's close to great schools and the new hospital you will be working at so tell me do we have a deal?" The real estate agent beamed brightly at Mora as she showcased what she called the trophy property. Mora did a once over of the place before making decision.</div>
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"Well I do like it a lot. It has all the things I need plus it will work well for my family." She motioned towards Jordan and Ava. "After much consideration I think I will take it."<br />
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"Not a good time!" said Ava pulling her Galaxy away from her ear. "Williamson University just called. My interview has been scheduled for today at two!" Ava nibbled on her bottom lip nervously as the shock finally set in. " Oh my god I am not prepared! Why didn't they call me earlier? I'll never make it! I have to reschedule!" </div>
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"Ava... Ava calm down! I will get you there I promise. You won't be late."</div>
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"You don't understand Mora!" Ava let out a loud heavy sigh, twiching her fingers frantically with one hand while running the other through her hair. "I'm <em>not</em> prepared. I'm not dressed properly, my hair is mess, and I don't have my portfolio! You can't walk into a prestigious school like Williamson without a portfolio." Ava sighed feeling Mora's eyes roll on the back of her neck. It was true. Mora didn't understand. This was the first time in a year that Ava would be going back to school. The first University she attended, Capulette School of the Arts, she dropped out of upsetting her parents greatly and practically making them disown her. She had already basically thrown her whole life away over one little incident. This caused the lose of her scholarship, reputation, and respect . She wasn't going to ruin it once again. There was to much at stack. </div>
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Ava shook her head leaving out the house and heading towards the car. "Mora really doesn't understand.</div>
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Twinbrook Falls, eleven years ago</div>
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"No Mr. Sammy please stop! I promise I won't do it again. I promise!" The tiny frail girl coward into the corner of the small dilapidated shack, her large expressive gray eyes feeling with tears as she pressed her malnourished body against the cold cracking salmon colored wall. The large bulky man towered over her small body. His cold green eyes filled with hate.</div>
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"Shut up you little bitch and take your punishment like a good girl!" Sam yelled to the top of his lungs raising a huge hand above the child. </div>
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"No Mr. Sammy please. I promise I will be good. I won't do it anymore."</div>
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"No Sammy I won't do it anymore I'm sorry." Sam laughed mocking the girl. "Little bitches are so fucking stupid!" His drug filled, hazy gaze peered at the girl as if he were a wolf ready to pounce on an innocent lamb. " This time is gonna feel so much bett....."</div>
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"Stop!" Both Sam and the little girl turned around. </div>
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The thirteen year old boy stood in the middle of the room. His body contained tiny fragments of fear, hatred, and determination as he stared down the man who had antagonised him and his kid sister for the last four years. His worst enemy. You couldn't cut the thick, almost sickening, animosity in the air if you tried as the two geared up for the final battle. The boy though young and weak, had a burning passion to protect his sister and that was what kept him going.</div>
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"Leave Genny alone. She's not your damn punching bag!"</div>
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Sam couldn't help but laugh. "Really boy you think you could fight me? Your more of a bigger damn fool than I thought you were."</div>
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The thought of winning the fight was never addressed. The boy knew the odds of winning were scarce and he would probably die if he tried to use fists to win this fight. But he had that determination. That will to survive.</div>
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From there on the two faced off into the night. Clearly this was a battle of wills and it could be any one's game. War raged on persistantily until they woke up the sleeping beauty. </div>
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"What the fuck is going on in here?" The kids' mother slung her limp malnourished body over the side of the bed. Her sunking in eyes from heavy drug use darted at the guys who fighting in the kitchen area. Sam immediatly took his revenge out on her.</div>
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"What the fuck Nancy! Do you see what your little punk ass son is doing! He practically tried to kill me!" Sam raised his hand slapping Nancy clean across the face. The impact of the slap flung her across the room hitting her back hard against the wall."</div>
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"I'm sick of this shit NancyI'm leaving."</div>
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Nancy tried pleading don't go with her eyes but the man had already walked out the door.</div>
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"It's okay Genny you don't have to cry anymore. The big scary man is gone." The boy cradled his sister in his arms racking his fingers through her mess of matted tangled hair. His mom was not amused.</div>
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"You mother fucking little asshole. I wan't you out of my house right now! Look at the fucking shit you cause! I regret ever having your worthless ass!" Grabbing him by his arm she tossed him out he door and slammed it telling him to never to come back or she would shoot him with her shot gun. Looking back at the shack as he walked away he shead a tear as he saw Genny crying. </div>
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It's a family affair</div>
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Ooh it's a family affair</div>
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Carlotta Accardi sat quietly on the bench of her stoop, her eyes watchfully staring down the perfectly paved roads of her quiet meticulous street. Valentino had another thing coming if he didn't show up today. Especially after early this morning when the detectives came looking for him. They said they wanted to ask him a few questions and to their dismay he was no longer living with her. Even now she sat elegantly waiting, her face a simply smile. The quiet before the storm. That's what her mother had always taught her to be. And to this day that's what she was.</div>
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Staring down the quiet pristine streets with lavish expansive homes, manicured lawns, and shiny expensive cars you would never guess what kind of corruption went on in this town. Behind all the neighbors with their smiling clear faces with gleaming white teeth, and well groomed ways there are dark secrets that you would never want to know and would possibly never think of. Carlotta knew this when she married Valentino but she married for love not fear or status. </div>
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Carlotta quickly lost her train of thought as a high-end vehicle stopped in her driveway. From the car two bodies emerged. One was Valentino, her soon to be ex-husband and the other Eugenia, her only daughter. The fresh faced twenty one year old ran to the front porch steps, her bright tan face gleaming." Mom!"</div>
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Carlotta engulfed the girl in a giant embrace. Though she didn't let it show secret curses ran in circles around her head. So this was his plan bringing Eugenia along hoping that the sentimental value of not seeing her child in a long time would put this conversion on hold, He was sadly mistaken. </div>
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Valentino stood off to the side careful not to look into Carlotta's eyes. His plan had not worked and now he would have to face her wrath.</div>
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The kitchen was dead silent as the boys gathered around the table, wild thoughts running through their minds. None of them could describe the fear they had endured early that morning when the cops barging through the door. They had never seen anything like what they had witnesses except for TV and movies.</div>
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Little Jioni was the first to break the silence. "Is daddy going to jail?" The two older brothers gave the eight year old a puzzled look. "Is he. Is he?" Jioni looked nervous. </div>
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"Nonsense!" fifthteen year old Vincent said, the bass in his voice scaring Jioni. "Our father is a good man. He would never go to prison. Right Andreas?" Out of all the children Vince was most like his father. His was highly intelligent, cunning, business savvy. The son most likely to be the heir of his father's company and even he was a little worried. </div>
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Andreas hardly uttered a word. Even at nineteen, the oldest out of the boys he still could not find the words to speak. He who had the worst relationship with their father. The father who told him he would never be good enough. How was he going to able to comfort Jioni, the baby of the family who would easy break at the thought of something bad happening. And Vince the one who adored their father and considered him to be his role model. Andreas just sat back in his seat and uttered everything will be all right. </div>
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Carlotta and Valentino sat in the living room, their eyes tense, hands placed tightly against their laps. The animosity in the room was sickening as they both kept their mouths clenched not wanting to say anything<em> too</em> horrible to the other. Carlotta was the first to speak.</div>
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"What is going on Valentino?" Carlotta looked of to the side to avoid staring him in his eyes." Why were the police here? What did they want with you?" A small tear rolled out of one eye. </div>
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Valentino kept his face hard like he would if it was a police interrogation. "I don't understand what your talking about my sweet. I know nothing about the police. May I ask why you are asking me?"</div>
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Carlotta almost broke down. "Please don't lie Valentino please." She squeezed her eyes to keep the tears from pouring out. With that Valentino got up saying he would be in the garden with Eugenia if the boys needed him before kissing Carlotta on the cheek and leaving her to weep in silence. </div>
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Eugenia followed her father outside to the garden of the place she had called home for nineteen years of her life. A lot had changed in the past two years. She had gone to University, moved out of her home into her father's, and started to pursue a career in fashion. Still she couldn't help but fill the tension between her parents.</div>
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Valentino and Eugenia sat on the bench. Valentino then turned to her and said "I have to tell you something."</div>Briahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03287272470221859405noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311211042747882384.post-47303728800239946512012-05-31T22:08:00.002-07:002012-05-31T23:19:37.014-07:00Chapter 7: When Worlds Collide<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Who is the light and who is the devil</div>
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"A shame. Such an ugly shame." Mr. Gambino stared at the front entrance of the gaudy red room carefully debating if this was really what he wanted. How did this look? Him, a prominent business man, well polished, poised, groomed, and clean, having come from old money seen with...with this. Clav a tacky, flashy, sleazy nouveau riche who obviously had no taste or class what so ever and had been breed by ill mannered twits! Or at least that was what his circle would say. And you know how that goes; No circle approval, no overall gain. Still Mr. Gambino couldn't help but to think in the back of his mind. As sleazy and ill breed as this man was he surely could use his profit.</div>
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"Mr. Gambino are you coming?" With no further thought he decided to go through with it. Why not take a gamble when it could have a huge payoff?</div>
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Clav's office reminded Mr. Gambino so much of a whorehouse with all the women that ran rapid in the narrow and long space. Only difference was that the women were so much younger, a little too young, and the room smelled of wild berry incense instead of sweat and musk. </div>
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"Come Gambino sit down won't ya. Candy darling go fetch him a drink from a bar" Clav nodded his towards the red headed girl in all black. </div>
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"What will ya have good ol' Gambino." A drunken smile played on his face. It was also obvious that he hadn't bathed in a day or two. </div>
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"Cognac with a splash of scotch." With that he added. "And please call me Mr. Gambino." This place had to be the luxurious scum of the earth. A high-end place, unknown to the regular world, owned by an amateur. This girls, not even real women. Pity was all he felt. <em>The day my Eugenia was ever caught dead in this place would be the day I would turn over in my grave.</em> </div>
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Clav changed his playfully drunken tune. Mr Gambino was different than the others. He wasn't some young fool who he could con easily out of bunches of money and they would be to foolish to notice. Mr. Gambino was much older and wiser. He was highly educated, refined, business savvy, and knew his shit well. Clav had better play his cards right or his ass and his business was grass. </div>
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There she stood, perched at bar waiting for something or someone perhaps. It didn't matter. All he knew was that he had to say something to her. If he didn't it would continue to eat him up inside. The wanting to know. The craving nagging feeling that he needed confirmation to know if she was truly okay. And only then would he be able to possibly forget about it.</div>
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"Romeo Ms. Accardi is here to see you." Tonya the cute petite button-noised receptionist or party host as they were called told him.</div>
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"Thanks sweetie." He flashed her a smile that made her tiny chocolate face blush bright pink. "Hm" Todd thought to himself. "With all the things in my life falling apart I still manage to get women to smile."</div>
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Ms. Accardi waited patiently in her seat. Her bright amber eyes focused on the stairwell ahead. Mentally she didn't have a reason for coming here. Unlike most of women who came here to shell out wads of money on young lads and pour out there miserable lives to the toys she didn't need that. She was almost perfectly happy. Ignoring all the minor mishaps that she refuses to discuss with anyone her life was how she wanted it. She got to stay home, work less, and spend most of her time doting on her four children; one girl and three boys. Though it was mostly her boys since her daughter and eldest child had gone to live with their father two years prior. They sill kept in touch by phone and e-mail but just didn't see each other often. </div>
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Once a highly devoted and ambitious young journalist who climbed her way to the top by hard work and tears, she was lucky to have married very well and live a more than comfortable lifestyle. Now she only works on occasion and while she loves her job, she payed less attention to it when her first child was born. Though other things in her life have fallen apart she still holds them together miraculously like her momma had taught her.</div>
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"Mam I bring you Romeo." "Eee" she thought to herself. This man was frightening. With his huge build, washed out facial hair and hair, and huge glasses he looked much like a mugger.</div>
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<em>Thank you Ms. Accardi. Thank you. </em>Todd silently thanked his Lovely who by purposely striking up a detailed conversion with Bruce that surprisingly distracted him gave him a few minutes to go try and find Ava. He had to be quick about it. Bruce would only distracted for so long. Luckily he found her outside of the club. She had her eyes fixated on the pool<em>. What was she doing</em>? </div>
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There was a long silence before Ava finally looked his way. "Hey T...Todd can I talk to y...you?" she was nervous. </div>
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"I ... I just want to say thank you. You know for helping you. It was really nice of you doing that for me. You didn't have to."</div>
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"Yeah but I wanted to." They both smiled. Apparently they both got to say what they wanted to.</div>
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"Carlotta!" Mr. Gambino shrieked. He couldn't believe his eyes. "Why are you here! Where are the boys?"</div>
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<br /></div>Briahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03287272470221859405noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311211042747882384.post-30521518793266122762012-05-19T22:28:00.000-07:002012-05-19T22:28:15.953-07:00Chapter 6: A Touch of Grey<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGhY-c8xPQSaNnoFs8rB9lVnYLoBwNpijqF5dxdGATlR7Dg31NC0H516mxB3IxiAmsiniQpfxNJoekvJl3gYhhmVeZ6shChh8N1tjyWJJKeLFN4-tal0NECkLUCni9qF8ZGTJOR6Lk2cU/s1600/Screenshot-861.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGhY-c8xPQSaNnoFs8rB9lVnYLoBwNpijqF5dxdGATlR7Dg31NC0H516mxB3IxiAmsiniQpfxNJoekvJl3gYhhmVeZ6shChh8N1tjyWJJKeLFN4-tal0NECkLUCni9qF8ZGTJOR6Lk2cU/s640/Screenshot-861.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div align="center">Oh well a touch of grey, kinda suits you anyway</div><div align="center">That's all I had to say if its alright</div><div align="center">I will get by, I will get by, I will get by, I will survive</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWcacmJxxPN2OY2-39A1bbfLeBGPPLp8A7KYLHjId2NUES2TFuuZw16wIVYheuV-DpGE7-j0Pe02O-BTiyg2-tJVvUUx-IvtGflbUGQRFLGjKrsuc8751m6gxhX8ryN9h47tF389BSXic/s1600/Screenshot-862.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWcacmJxxPN2OY2-39A1bbfLeBGPPLp8A7KYLHjId2NUES2TFuuZw16wIVYheuV-DpGE7-j0Pe02O-BTiyg2-tJVvUUx-IvtGflbUGQRFLGjKrsuc8751m6gxhX8ryN9h47tF389BSXic/s640/Screenshot-862.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div align="left"></div><div style="text-align: left;">Todd stared idly at the evil bartender watching as he carefully mixed the devilish ingredients into the cup preparing the horrid glass with the demonic substance used for sin that he was about to use. A sinner's glass for a perfect sinner. Tossing a wicked smile that could go for days the evil man placed the cup before him which he sadly couldn't resist.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Todd couldn't but sadistic evils at work around him today. They poked, prodded him, begged him to come play. And him, being a huge sucker just couldn't resist. It didn't start out that way. It had begun neural, calm, maybe to calm for his life.<br />
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"That old fucking pervert!" Todd thought to himself. Though he wasn't so sure why he was surprised. Mr Clav, the club's owner, had been known to fool around with much younger girls. The younger the better filled his sick mind and he sure wasn't afraid to show it.<br />
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"Listen kid." Clav spoke like was talking to a five year old. "I'm not going to go into details about policy seeing as how you staring working here when you were seventeen and have be active for seven years. I will say however its never good to mettle in someone else's business. Now what happened with Adora and Mr. Dean had nothing to do with you."<br />
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"He was trying to rape her!" Todd protested, his eyes fuming with fire. "I had to help!"<br />
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Clav laughed. "Silly kid. You can't possibly call yourself a man after saying that. Amother man 's affairs is amother one's privacy." <br />
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"This is stupid!" Todd protested. <br />
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This time Clav was not amused. "Listen here little lost boy. Don't forget I made you who you are today. I'm like your Peter Pan, taking you to a Neverland of never being broke. Without me you would have died on the streets or been locked up like all the rest. You were a statistic and I saved you. If anything you oew me."<br />
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Todd was quiet then. Clav had touched a seirous nerve. One that dug at him and ate him alive.<br />
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"Anyway I'm not going to fire you because I do have some sort of feeling for you boy. Instead your on probation. I will have someone watch your every move like a hawk. If anthing is reported you will be fired on the spot. Got it? Good"<br />
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</div>Briahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03287272470221859405noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311211042747882384.post-40512465609647316132012-04-15T22:12:00.000-07:002012-04-15T22:12:27.274-07:00Chapter 5. Memory Lane<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgS42F-HegbC0nAvc2hqBEw-MsazpXDeh_293hecRADncjR73d61qgNAiooV1dEmDtBHAdhfZ2RkT1LDqXBAvu1eRC5GRZzRKogSgnOyWnq82VMIhdEH3O293uEj_MhgzS01QDs79Kan7U/s1600/Screenshot-687+(2).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgS42F-HegbC0nAvc2hqBEw-MsazpXDeh_293hecRADncjR73d61qgNAiooV1dEmDtBHAdhfZ2RkT1LDqXBAvu1eRC5GRZzRKogSgnOyWnq82VMIhdEH3O293uEj_MhgzS01QDs79Kan7U/s640/Screenshot-687+(2).jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div align="center">I see the happiness.... I see the pain</div><div align="center">Where am I... Back down memory lane</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyGOv8WLJZI97reF38LPprQdGEQJUVSl1HFM9FCQnqWO8e3PMWw7Q_qPWG6UZ2m9wrYRcEPkAqWmztzXGJugqRIK9X6h2-8JTiu_uGeavyUhRdPktNpzqCGerkqfQyXAVpuPcAR1JwiiA/s1600/Screenshot-698.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyGOv8WLJZI97reF38LPprQdGEQJUVSl1HFM9FCQnqWO8e3PMWw7Q_qPWG6UZ2m9wrYRcEPkAqWmztzXGJugqRIK9X6h2-8JTiu_uGeavyUhRdPktNpzqCGerkqfQyXAVpuPcAR1JwiiA/s640/Screenshot-698.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div align="left">"Mommy! Daddy! Guess what? Guess what!" The energetic spunky six year burst through the front door of the house leaving behind Ms. Molly dead in her tracks. Ms. Molly had tried but as usual failed to get her to slow down. She was to excited today. She had gotten an A on her spelling test and wanted to tell her mommy and daddy all about it. Only it wasn't what she had been expecting when she got in. Her mommy and daddy were being mean to each other again.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5n46s3oV3m24MiTDCx_LN4G_WOj32aFCbt2iwJf0aDfAFcbCBmTpZNonNKHvw4uuZmN4OffjgbUQAcBFL0w_kqvN_4Lyl1jeix65RU1PZO6ESnDaxJcB_PENMf-iQc67D6P6dN84D6gw/s1600/Screenshot-692.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5n46s3oV3m24MiTDCx_LN4G_WOj32aFCbt2iwJf0aDfAFcbCBmTpZNonNKHvw4uuZmN4OffjgbUQAcBFL0w_kqvN_4Lyl1jeix65RU1PZO6ESnDaxJcB_PENMf-iQc67D6P6dN84D6gw/s640/Screenshot-692.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div align="left"> "Really Meredith 1000 dollars? You spent 1000 dollars on one crappy shirt!" Her daddy screamed loudly filling her little body with fear.</div><div align="left"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3ehT1RzpjLEJz6Xg8m_CCTvJTUJ28XD5lhSmNB_Gi9S6LE9PUcbK1jZVxSa2IdiahoaE3Ahj45rS4Azt6_-JcMR1ey0DG1iTZIl5Mx1kedvhdv2PZFC77JrhT2TVVwPoSZEzHTxkDkmc/s1600/Screenshot-700.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3ehT1RzpjLEJz6Xg8m_CCTvJTUJ28XD5lhSmNB_Gi9S6LE9PUcbK1jZVxSa2IdiahoaE3Ahj45rS4Azt6_-JcMR1ey0DG1iTZIl5Mx1kedvhdv2PZFC77JrhT2TVVwPoSZEzHTxkDkmc/s640/Screenshot-700.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div align="left">"I don't give a damn! It was wasteful. While your out buying expensive shirts you could have put that towards something useful like our daughter's 3,700 dollars a month tuition few for school or her 500 dollar dance classes. You know stuff that matters."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRfEJlqZn47IXJLonAkSxPT6KgunlamLeWaEMvE4a4S_ivQGjssR9PtOij1yfw4mF_uaTsDVFLBN3LTo2k2hV7rGEcUD8sCt8l3DWZXw9JPtxm513uaLnpU5x5yWcue69EQ9Gx_PV0h5U/s1600/Screenshot-699.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRfEJlqZn47IXJLonAkSxPT6KgunlamLeWaEMvE4a4S_ivQGjssR9PtOij1yfw4mF_uaTsDVFLBN3LTo2k2hV7rGEcUD8sCt8l3DWZXw9JPtxm513uaLnpU5x5yWcue69EQ9Gx_PV0h5U/s640/Screenshot-699.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div align="left">"Look don't you dare jump down my back when you blow plenty of money on Kenneth Cole suits! Meredith took a defensive stance arching her eyebrows in disgust. "Huh. Maybe mom was right. Maybe I shouldn't have married you. If only I didn't get pregnant..."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfaWrVFw3WHthzN9xsL7Y_DSYs860Yc5W54uuL5Weo8Usn0Rzn-_7nQkAb4fl9otoYQsijpEiOEfH_5QMMHzEJlMEhsuwsBCE-oyJSkIWqWQMPXxa-WTA5bEIKIYxwp58XREV8q6YaSz4/s1600/Screenshot-701.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfaWrVFw3WHthzN9xsL7Y_DSYs860Yc5W54uuL5Weo8Usn0Rzn-_7nQkAb4fl9otoYQsijpEiOEfH_5QMMHzEJlMEhsuwsBCE-oyJSkIWqWQMPXxa-WTA5bEIKIYxwp58XREV8q6YaSz4/s640/Screenshot-701.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div align="left">Jerry could feel his blood boiling. "So what are you trying to say? Our little princess was a mistake? What kind of person are you?" And your mother... your folks are racist for Christ sake! Why do you think they don't call you, e-mail you! I tell you why. They hate me and they hate our baby! Don't give me that crap about them living in Four Corners and how it's seven hours away. Bottom line is if they wanted to talk to you they would."</div><div align="left"><br />
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</div><div align="left">"Mommy?"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi04x0gicxREw-Ez1t4wFM0ZNjRunFzZ332-qyJUgBHc4TepEl0RWAXVHGzA-afG0zTr4ZBgfS6GBFEEXO4f1hGbljrbPitYiaauLbF-DLusIRnUSBxl0L05oCfVkUptPmltoDppDhDikA/s1600/Screenshot-695.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi04x0gicxREw-Ez1t4wFM0ZNjRunFzZ332-qyJUgBHc4TepEl0RWAXVHGzA-afG0zTr4ZBgfS6GBFEEXO4f1hGbljrbPitYiaauLbF-DLusIRnUSBxl0L05oCfVkUptPmltoDppDhDikA/s640/Screenshot-695.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div align="left">The young girl looked towards Ms. Molly who gave her an apologetic grin. </div><div align="left"><br />
</div><div align="left">"Are you and daddy okay?" The little girl whimpered.</div><div align="left"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtl5ry9un0o72jgKbEINbT_fvgNbBEraSEnpSQg4mqsbmceLuvXYHx30ZnrSqwa1VO8uVQcmpc6myiZFpTiqRd5seJKXXW8CAtb7bkBe2gRvcmUkDDPKc2R_G3cqSQBKV210Dg3kNvoNo/s1600/Screenshot-712.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtl5ry9un0o72jgKbEINbT_fvgNbBEraSEnpSQg4mqsbmceLuvXYHx30ZnrSqwa1VO8uVQcmpc6myiZFpTiqRd5seJKXXW8CAtb7bkBe2gRvcmUkDDPKc2R_G3cqSQBKV210Dg3kNvoNo/s640/Screenshot-712.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div align="left">"Yes Princess were fine. Daddy and I just had a disagreement that's all." Meredith kissed her on the forehead before leaving."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTjNalUyaBkPUWlmKakgN-RxAUtcUnHP3fnsoem1y1Qaa0m67SpXpQCrza5hD7WjYGNyx-ppwiSV0qfR2lb721sA6d15PMj8MfAtIb-zJzgHF6BT7kvi__lwA1GSg0KXX-Nm0X54YpuL4/s1600/Screenshot-709.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTjNalUyaBkPUWlmKakgN-RxAUtcUnHP3fnsoem1y1Qaa0m67SpXpQCrza5hD7WjYGNyx-ppwiSV0qfR2lb721sA6d15PMj8MfAtIb-zJzgHF6BT7kvi__lwA1GSg0KXX-Nm0X54YpuL4/s640/Screenshot-709.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div align="left">Her daddy stared at her with a blink expression. "Gotta go princess have to get some work done at the office. Love you" He blew her a kiss before grabbibng his briefcase and leaving also.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuWZnrw7xhUI464I9ewjBwplSpM-UIcT5NzE8_3b5QwfWMcwDNNV76-6j7sH6-WS4hWiek76Gsj0b2azSaHzIR3iQisO2tasZQUQdiTpa_QXfVLv1yiXbb_wWkVOS36oKDjwlNVeC1U4c/s1600/Screenshot-718.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuWZnrw7xhUI464I9ewjBwplSpM-UIcT5NzE8_3b5QwfWMcwDNNV76-6j7sH6-WS4hWiek76Gsj0b2azSaHzIR3iQisO2tasZQUQdiTpa_QXfVLv1yiXbb_wWkVOS36oKDjwlNVeC1U4c/s640/Screenshot-718.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div align="left">After everyone left Ms. Molly gave the shooken up girl a hug. "I love you little girl. I really do love you Ava."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEize2IQjXscduSJZGK093_Y5DhvUzVa-inn7jVAwq7JOAnLAQmfRRiN_02G7Vc7zidR_kFKr7V7MpxPJ6es7a9a9GTfp8xmxn3P1L2UAEJfowkJJ-R-CL2r_IRcx4Nk7oBcEua68Dmg5_8/s1600/Screenshot-728.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEize2IQjXscduSJZGK093_Y5DhvUzVa-inn7jVAwq7JOAnLAQmfRRiN_02G7Vc7zidR_kFKr7V7MpxPJ6es7a9a9GTfp8xmxn3P1L2UAEJfowkJJ-R-CL2r_IRcx4Nk7oBcEua68Dmg5_8/s640/Screenshot-728.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div align="left">"Ava are you okay?" Mora stared at her cousin concern about the look in her eyes.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgApnpP5wpVrGYF1qfjsoyEIY2mX7_SLLqX4xMAoYsNp_M_dA0eUhgGtfACZVN-zNYTXIJMbt0USzhaEshDwG3ZLpjsJgKgtmov6oqiLMJ5awhVKhsfhmWwqAp0FMmsKudJC37Bqj9rNEk/s1600/Screenshot-726.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgApnpP5wpVrGYF1qfjsoyEIY2mX7_SLLqX4xMAoYsNp_M_dA0eUhgGtfACZVN-zNYTXIJMbt0USzhaEshDwG3ZLpjsJgKgtmov6oqiLMJ5awhVKhsfhmWwqAp0FMmsKudJC37Bqj9rNEk/s640/Screenshot-726.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div align="left">"Yeah of course I am Mora. You know how I am."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDTdSfEo1bD5HDVcWA1PeXWqdlS6YEcPFIHf1m8DMRJfuza7uP8zRxh_PyWhS3Ra15LNHA7NFpp87WIrAjDzsUqbKR9DxX76QdcFmVqK1cGTj9ZF3jIfAp52HszBq6uPFVvQrNkU1Mx6U/s1600/Screenshot-732.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDTdSfEo1bD5HDVcWA1PeXWqdlS6YEcPFIHf1m8DMRJfuza7uP8zRxh_PyWhS3Ra15LNHA7NFpp87WIrAjDzsUqbKR9DxX76QdcFmVqK1cGTj9ZF3jIfAp52HszBq6uPFVvQrNkU1Mx6U/s640/Screenshot-732.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div align="left">Of coure I am....</div><div align="left"><br />
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</div><div align="center"></div>Briahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03287272470221859405noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311211042747882384.post-77857653430628483282012-04-11T19:08:00.000-07:002012-04-11T19:08:55.906-07:00Chapter 4. But It's Better If You Do<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqSE38o30Tt_sMt-Vqe7d7dd1SzgahiwUQOgiG29toJdSgm35v-b2mkEHb7bCvgx-zn2ZadFekZaPIar7QxB4fw56pzbvE0zUTIZzefnH8aNALCLoqvIYoLZtknJfoyizZxcziDjwOdic/s1600/Screenshot-625.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqSE38o30Tt_sMt-Vqe7d7dd1SzgahiwUQOgiG29toJdSgm35v-b2mkEHb7bCvgx-zn2ZadFekZaPIar7QxB4fw56pzbvE0zUTIZzefnH8aNALCLoqvIYoLZtknJfoyizZxcziDjwOdic/s640/Screenshot-625.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div align="center">Isn't this exactly where you like me</div><div align="center">I'm exactly where you like me you know</div><div align="center">Praying for love in a lap dance</div><div align="center">And paying in naivety</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlrXk4AcZsaZJmZo8tY7EQg4SpCffQn62bkesdArmpxXMrqmknUs3hZZMfWpBpmWAhU9Csb5N97fNvxcuAi0K3Ktl6GrZ6IaLy4cwzdLUSCjyF4kiDhlDt-ydY3YYm0cA00tRjwCsdQRU/s1600/Screenshot-664.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlrXk4AcZsaZJmZo8tY7EQg4SpCffQn62bkesdArmpxXMrqmknUs3hZZMfWpBpmWAhU9Csb5N97fNvxcuAi0K3Ktl6GrZ6IaLy4cwzdLUSCjyF4kiDhlDt-ydY3YYm0cA00tRjwCsdQRU/s640/Screenshot-664.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;">It was early evening. She walked into the freshly opened club proudly, an air of sophistication following her footsteps. Although modest and peasant like compared to the other women who came to the club layered in exotic furs and diamond jewelry you could tell she had money by the high-end fabric and precise stitching of her simplistic dress and the red bottoms of her basic bone colored heels. She was very different than the usual Funhouse lovely. She neither an old woman in her mid fifties who came from old money and desperately clinging to youth or a very young one who funded her fancy lifestyle by forms of prostitution and stripping. Instead she was a women in her mid-forties who had the appearance of a woman in her early thirties. Her makeup as usual, was light and natural and unlike most women she only came twice a month in comparison to the old faithfuls that came everyday.<br />
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"Thank you." Her voice was soft and quiet.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOPUwIycZ7ukjbF1P2-bFE6JYL9DMWTGDGfP-ZnKymjUr3MRDJsJYG-WpSJ933O30172vKuM4y5n9GKm26n6epFFGE2X7Hv6MD8XQg4vu4vBek2dYyIivu1X1ZJpai2oNIRX8074u72_A/s1600/Screenshot-674.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOPUwIycZ7ukjbF1P2-bFE6JYL9DMWTGDGfP-ZnKymjUr3MRDJsJYG-WpSJ933O30172vKuM4y5n9GKm26n6epFFGE2X7Hv6MD8XQg4vu4vBek2dYyIivu1X1ZJpai2oNIRX8074u72_A/s640/Screenshot-674.jpg" width="640" /></a></div>"There she is man. Told ya she was cute." Kelly flashed a wide toothy grin Ava's direction. She didn't notice as she was tending to her lovely Mr Dean's needs.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRuASpVDhPPJWx0YA4FGfvOy6ep0S3cdJEV-iiUoSHmCIcfN0_AnZ36lKWAeUPSf-Visp7sclY7K2HiMLDvSagMm6a-gA2Hpuak1DPy3bEf_d36VZwNn_nK9KdOmbhji6PdyOCn8zbxOc/s1600/Screenshot-687.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRuASpVDhPPJWx0YA4FGfvOy6ep0S3cdJEV-iiUoSHmCIcfN0_AnZ36lKWAeUPSf-Visp7sclY7K2HiMLDvSagMm6a-gA2Hpuak1DPy3bEf_d36VZwNn_nK9KdOmbhji6PdyOCn8zbxOc/s640/Screenshot-687.jpg" width="640" /></a></div>"Yeah she's beautiful...... I guess." Todd said trying not to pay to much attention to her.<br />
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Todd glared at Kelly. That was a sensitive subject. Kelly twisted his words.<br />
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"Look man all I got to say is.... get over her! She's nothing but a gold digging super slut who uses her fake boobs, injected lips, and porn star notoriety to get what she wants. You can do so much better than that thing."<br />
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However that didn't stop him from poking fun at the situation.<br />
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"Think about it this way dude. You talk to the girl see if you like her. If you do, you do. If you don't, well than I don't know what's wrong with you."<br />
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"Well.."<br />
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"Well nothing man go talk to her. All your lovelies can wait. Their practically obsessed with you. I strongly doubt they'll leave."<br />
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"I guess your right." Todd turned to go speak to her but she was gone.<br />
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Todd turned to Kelly who simply replied "Better luck next time bro. Perhaps you'll be quicker next time." Damn Kelly. Was it even possible to both like and hate someone some much at the same time?<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9uzbEZD1WiEasfvQaZfF9vBO-FUyS8Si0vSsPlIiYmB23ESwdXLFceiu6iqTMpDkkcYjvSZeMDQa9dXEeg1GfoY72He5ugqpbn0FUY72Z5hpECOHSVPw0Sb9iVPHGYi98YALkd4kBHSA/s1600/Screenshot-642.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9uzbEZD1WiEasfvQaZfF9vBO-FUyS8Si0vSsPlIiYmB23ESwdXLFceiu6iqTMpDkkcYjvSZeMDQa9dXEeg1GfoY72He5ugqpbn0FUY72Z5hpECOHSVPw0Sb9iVPHGYi98YALkd4kBHSA/s640/Screenshot-642.jpg" width="640" /></a></div>There she was; Adora, the girl Kelly had tried to get him to talk to. She was slumped over on the ground. Her eyes were black and tears streaked her face. It was obvious what had happened. Mr. Dean had tried to force himself on her. Even though sex was legal in the club, highly common, and a good chunk of the income the Lovelies still shouldn't force themselves on the Playthings. Even though he shouldn't have. Even though he could get fired for it he stepped in. <br />
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"Excuse me Mr. Dean but I believe your time is up. You should leave before I call security, have you removed, you involved in a scandal, and your big ol' company defunct."<br />
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Realizing the severity of the situation he left without a word. Todd helped the young girl to her feet, holding her and telling her it would be alright.<br />
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"I think you should go home for the night... Adora. It would be better if you do." She nodded in between tears.<br />
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"Thank you..." <br />
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"The stage name's Romeo but you can call me Todd."<br />
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"Thanks Todd and my name's Ava."<br />
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"Alright Ava catch ya whenever I catch ya." Todd watched as the young woman walked away. For some reason he couldn't stop smiling. Remembering he still had work to do he walked swiftly up the stairs preparing himself for Ms. Accardi. <br />
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</div>Briahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03287272470221859405noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311211042747882384.post-1747515360710772892012-04-01T11:44:00.015-07:002012-04-01T12:12:19.681-07:00Chapter 3. 99 Problems<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUtGal1SZXL4uIGARKHxVOF1xWbbvPVB_9tuPG1E7tp85kMj57DTcGkGVid19Hn3FNpQ_DQyBhyphenhyphenTq9IAdGM4sozdEdR0r38EkBBZh0oC0MWUJBrHFqKeg7LFUVgjRrrOe9qJPkFXsYEIE/s1600/12.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUtGal1SZXL4uIGARKHxVOF1xWbbvPVB_9tuPG1E7tp85kMj57DTcGkGVid19Hn3FNpQ_DQyBhyphenhyphenTq9IAdGM4sozdEdR0r38EkBBZh0oC0MWUJBrHFqKeg7LFUVgjRrrOe9qJPkFXsYEIE/s640/12.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">If you having girl problems </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I feel bad for you son</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I got 99 problems </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">But a chick ain't one</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5ImiYDL2MkJOU759xv54V9KMwRiaoH6dj9xJF3NvVoQL438UbUbvht7cVI_IAtLRkRCoNcG0Hi9Uwb1RcospsSkpBokNf33ukDUPLFowaeZzNHdZTdiSOGHOs9jtt9BlvBEtuq4Nh6VI/s1600/Screenshot-487.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5ImiYDL2MkJOU759xv54V9KMwRiaoH6dj9xJF3NvVoQL438UbUbvht7cVI_IAtLRkRCoNcG0Hi9Uwb1RcospsSkpBokNf33ukDUPLFowaeZzNHdZTdiSOGHOs9jtt9BlvBEtuq4Nh6VI/s640/Screenshot-487.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Alone. All alone. Todd rolled over onto his back staring into nothing as he tried to pinpoint the reason he was sleeping alone. The bitter cold of the immaculate silence bit the air as he tried to gather his hopeful dreams and bleak thoughts. <em>I could get any girl I ever wanted but I can't keep you. </em>One small quiet tear fell from his pale gray eye as he tried to figure out what the hell went wrong. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9jb0I_ggg5fkmnPTqvRYKaIBtIENBi9jPkdJy2ARbpuOo2y4jdpeY_-psEQROgJL9uy8V4MnIygEayphUm1kLD1Y4muugNv6CtaB_x2FJ1PgCRxnD0Hw33VhCSo27-PbIKo4irEolkpU/s1600/Screenshot-490.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9jb0I_ggg5fkmnPTqvRYKaIBtIENBi9jPkdJy2ARbpuOo2y4jdpeY_-psEQROgJL9uy8V4MnIygEayphUm1kLD1Y4muugNv6CtaB_x2FJ1PgCRxnD0Hw33VhCSo27-PbIKo4irEolkpU/s640/Screenshot-490.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">"Ruff ruff..... ruff!" Lazy charged at his owner barking and yelping until he finally got up. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjn9a1jRG5n9SUTQrZyD7blVPk5S6bXNVvLdaaSGUKnizcb0YABT3-5C6DUTAeAy7Sdlxn0qOmU5wspCHZrTMsH4tceJ37_-whLnVjEBISBPNL477sV-22XLcwAkn-IrSGmAkrxjntlmtQ/s1600/Screenshot-494.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjn9a1jRG5n9SUTQrZyD7blVPk5S6bXNVvLdaaSGUKnizcb0YABT3-5C6DUTAeAy7Sdlxn0qOmU5wspCHZrTMsH4tceJ37_-whLnVjEBISBPNL477sV-22XLcwAkn-IrSGmAkrxjntlmtQ/s640/Screenshot-494.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">"Hey boy! Where's your momma? You don't know? Don't worry I don't either." Todd patted the pit on the head. Lazy whimpered and licked his owner almost empathetically. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3mrsK78bzAUMDCENdrjdaUar0Hdj7seuvSSylEHCxK-N-CoBvul-aPhfSa12rDvoPaXCu9lbta9GNZ_kiJKkzeSGfGDmxSzRByO9Ppvbv-kxR3ILySotzs5ipFK9HpNapA1ZNEcIMtu8/s1600/Screenshot-495.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3mrsK78bzAUMDCENdrjdaUar0Hdj7seuvSSylEHCxK-N-CoBvul-aPhfSa12rDvoPaXCu9lbta9GNZ_kiJKkzeSGfGDmxSzRByO9Ppvbv-kxR3ILySotzs5ipFK9HpNapA1ZNEcIMtu8/s640/Screenshot-495.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"></div>Todd stumbled into the bathroom drawing the bathwater at his light a match for his cigarette and spent some alone time with one of his favorite girls: Vodka. Finally once it was ready Todd eased into the tube. The scorching heat settled onto his skin causing steam to rise and his body to sweat. Todd rejoiced in the feel of burning heat. That was the way he liked it<em>. Burn away the skin, Burn away the worries</em>. <br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3rRyFibdK104rFKPaNYoW9-QkY8LOh81TSQ1i8nyhyphenhyphenj2PK3JyM5YttfDeFLfwXa3hCVYXEq7hN2Y6xmEnDGJm-w_2UU_44c_kmsbOtpFheZb3MT1wXDBf-LeExgal5T6lRfCSpG_fPE0/s1600/magazinea1ffe8b8e0ae35618619208b1f3c19fac21e29a3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3rRyFibdK104rFKPaNYoW9-QkY8LOh81TSQ1i8nyhyphenhyphenj2PK3JyM5YttfDeFLfwXa3hCVYXEq7hN2Y6xmEnDGJm-w_2UU_44c_kmsbOtpFheZb3MT1wXDBf-LeExgal5T6lRfCSpG_fPE0/s640/magazinea1ffe8b8e0ae35618619208b1f3c19fac21e29a3.jpg" width="494" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><em>Why? Why did you have to be so damn perfect. </em>Todd pulled from under the sink cabinet the new issue of Body Magazine. The one he had been hiding from himself for weeks to keep to from going insane. Along with it he pulled out a small bag. Inside it contained only three things. An engagment ring and two love letters, both from her. Todd looked at the Mag again. There she was; his Eliza. His dream girl. His beloved. The one who left him with out a goodbye. He hated her so much he could feel the fire corse through his veins! Yet he loved her. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCVJIffU1kqt-ivf14dOESbfGrcJHPd-LvlLOlNNQvzSLT-BSHDFfaC5d9Xq6pos3yQDVK2hyExL0seXAeodf0fLGplecz6ZjVtOfM1TdhVXfZV6k5tXL9mv901-1gSfNXVsQ8hHEZH-o/s1600/Screenshot-499.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCVJIffU1kqt-ivf14dOESbfGrcJHPd-LvlLOlNNQvzSLT-BSHDFfaC5d9Xq6pos3yQDVK2hyExL0seXAeodf0fLGplecz6ZjVtOfM1TdhVXfZV6k5tXL9mv901-1gSfNXVsQ8hHEZH-o/s640/Screenshot-499.jpg" width="640" /></a>He couldn't keep doing this. He was truly going crazy. Taking his phone off the bathroom counter he called Kelly. That was only person he knew he could always talk to. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgldUqbi68sRP6j6STC5Lk3-GHtuCet3IKZ0Z7pRCxNMXdAy0KRP1VrvOfRxwYN_RvX3vmJhCVjOnrZ2aYbCCmzUMw5cA722JByFIZVIJKNWtA9Jp2SYYv7aiXTXeBpdb1TCDCcb8_S1Qo/s1600/123.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgldUqbi68sRP6j6STC5Lk3-GHtuCet3IKZ0Z7pRCxNMXdAy0KRP1VrvOfRxwYN_RvX3vmJhCVjOnrZ2aYbCCmzUMw5cA722JByFIZVIJKNWtA9Jp2SYYv7aiXTXeBpdb1TCDCcb8_S1Qo/s640/123.png" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The rain pelts crashed onto the car like mini rocket launchers blasting into space. Todd left the sunroof down letting the rain hit him as if it was some form of punishment. Yet again he was alone. Only thing was he couldn't comprehend why this bothered him so much. Hell! He had been alone his entire life. Maybe he mom was right. Maybe he was cured. Maybe he was a demon seed coming straight from a bastard ass father who's good for nothing like him. Maybe just maybe. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHrSq16BheWxsuWQmP0wIsGAeT-FBmhJI-FfyMcO3qwlk-7_dszMHe6VooRKORQQMkGZkBf2oA6visJHs9mJImScxEx5Ji6Hr0vs32T2AxHy93bLr6lWWFWiguny93wf8Md70dPf9Xq3o/s1600/1234.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHrSq16BheWxsuWQmP0wIsGAeT-FBmhJI-FfyMcO3qwlk-7_dszMHe6VooRKORQQMkGZkBf2oA6visJHs9mJImScxEx5Ji6Hr0vs32T2AxHy93bLr6lWWFWiguny93wf8Md70dPf9Xq3o/s640/1234.png" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The rain had started to let up when he got to the Bistro. He could spot Kelly right away. The Ginger head was actually easy to find.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXn8QQf13YZSxP_KLiFUsTnjYaa9Ai1zLO3kFThIz5quITn8OYkSjOmCqs0g95sD45wcrUV8QXFnXq-iINsGB1StomUw-V_ZsBdN-TaJ-0DomquLOZEVYd9Vhk0pOygezQiqx2L8DRG0o/s1600/Screenshot-504.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXn8QQf13YZSxP_KLiFUsTnjYaa9Ai1zLO3kFThIz5quITn8OYkSjOmCqs0g95sD45wcrUV8QXFnXq-iINsGB1StomUw-V_ZsBdN-TaJ-0DomquLOZEVYd9Vhk0pOygezQiqx2L8DRG0o/s640/Screenshot-504.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">"Hey Romeo! What's up with you! Still making all the Juliets drop like flies." Kelly laughed at his own joke. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUY0tKtMFNT7o6QziGPAJpH-KC878nYWMhYpX2iUnmymRAJYF4MdkDwwWgmHTiapwJ39Uhyphenhyphen3zEWpW1MhE4iGsoe2xKqIw7lCT9ew0woY5p8_-BC546Vv5vJ_OO_amXK-zOs2ugJpPoOdI/s1600/Screenshot-513.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUY0tKtMFNT7o6QziGPAJpH-KC878nYWMhYpX2iUnmymRAJYF4MdkDwwWgmHTiapwJ39Uhyphenhyphen3zEWpW1MhE4iGsoe2xKqIw7lCT9ew0woY5p8_-BC546Vv5vJ_OO_amXK-zOs2ugJpPoOdI/s640/Screenshot-513.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">"Yeah Blaze just like you set all the girls on fire!" Both men laughed poking fun at their work names. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzoisUIeOTR2l7dsmqMLx2PsuwSVOsu2emcDu42S-dRXgpVeRnTiY75qmjnlbeXin1PAsjoZXFDjZfnSKwRpNscTumm9A04VzMbd3AvyuaCeBrDvx00RvD9Qw1uyacfE6kuSSBrgnCa2U/s1600/Screenshot-525.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzoisUIeOTR2l7dsmqMLx2PsuwSVOsu2emcDu42S-dRXgpVeRnTiY75qmjnlbeXin1PAsjoZXFDjZfnSKwRpNscTumm9A04VzMbd3AvyuaCeBrDvx00RvD9Qw1uyacfE6kuSSBrgnCa2U/s640/Screenshot-525.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">"Yea man, but for real what's up? Got any new news? Your married? Got a new girlfriend? Got somebody pregnant?" A sarcastic smirk played on his lips. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0hEUUd3l1bW68FD6QacbH2n0QuUAGsWmAprGmjUPh5unH3rIoXrx8x6lJoJyBC9Gmbh_8pDZWmClqWcVTU_1kDPjpwQqj-ooA2ne8Gs-m157KN_Sl6rA4j0Mf3y-m-FcwmMkn12J9CKo/s1600/Screenshot-535.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0hEUUd3l1bW68FD6QacbH2n0QuUAGsWmAprGmjUPh5unH3rIoXrx8x6lJoJyBC9Gmbh_8pDZWmClqWcVTU_1kDPjpwQqj-ooA2ne8Gs-m157KN_Sl6rA4j0Mf3y-m-FcwmMkn12J9CKo/s640/Screenshot-535.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> Todd pondered over the question for a few moments. Should he tell him? Kells was his bestfriend after all? But than again he knew that Kelly was probably tired of hearing about her. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> "Nothing much man. Same old, same old you?"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYDHNsv7jNiOHuZ8-nWcVwxPTDr3aZ_onE1hZe20IcLoh5sZHf6M5yu0CwFCM9KpRTp9iH-tC8uaV2dLlPCTQwl5wrhNhk5TftcCQwyE_s0CDLBK1Jv5QjhBc742Z886thxD1ebilxAZE/s1600/Screenshot-523.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYDHNsv7jNiOHuZ8-nWcVwxPTDr3aZ_onE1hZe20IcLoh5sZHf6M5yu0CwFCM9KpRTp9iH-tC8uaV2dLlPCTQwl5wrhNhk5TftcCQwyE_s0CDLBK1Jv5QjhBc742Z886thxD1ebilxAZE/s640/Screenshot-523.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">"I'm glad you asked! Did you see the new girl yet?"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">"Who? Whats-her-name? Adella? Aurora?"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">"Adora?"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">"Not yet. What about her?"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">"Man her name sure does fit her. She's a real cutie if you no what I mean." Kelly gave a sly look.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">"No I don't" Todd joked around. It was good talking to his bestfriend. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiotiiYW-Pn4CTUOFMIPNIo_peyc2NB6IRmFMEk9QtOT0gF6RyiXVrhc4AAQM6m-oCRbi4gNpaMsFt8wg-oaiF4Q2cAJEqCiynzBdR-s1jLNkbwGumHsOCL8lbfmbEGXs7kphBj_rpuvtk/s1600/Screenshot-526.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiotiiYW-Pn4CTUOFMIPNIo_peyc2NB6IRmFMEk9QtOT0gF6RyiXVrhc4AAQM6m-oCRbi4gNpaMsFt8wg-oaiF4Q2cAJEqCiynzBdR-s1jLNkbwGumHsOCL8lbfmbEGXs7kphBj_rpuvtk/s640/Screenshot-526.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">"So anyway I was......" Kelly stop talking mid word his gaze fixed on something. Todd looked. He could not believe what he saw.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXTXX0hNqDRz_OCFUWMDHFDKza4JJu4NH-mCOCifefnRDqEA23-_aX1cX-iI28vr-A4YmDa1tHthUCYnwhzR6JVcvfj5pIOBaLAacKcWzncORwKdzDapJLJDgY-al14brDbqO7RrqHHlI/s1600/Screenshot-528.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXTXX0hNqDRz_OCFUWMDHFDKza4JJu4NH-mCOCifefnRDqEA23-_aX1cX-iI28vr-A4YmDa1tHthUCYnwhzR6JVcvfj5pIOBaLAacKcWzncORwKdzDapJLJDgY-al14brDbqO7RrqHHlI/s640/Screenshot-528.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> There she was. Eliza. And she was with another man. Todd's blood boiled in his veins and his face tensed.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">"Bye Kells. Catch ya at work tommorrow. "</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Todd stormed pass them staring Eliza dead in the eye as she remained shocked and speechless.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxa7il9ZZ9I8z-HhcCEC1dMmD9ZEaU2oHMULKYV6oCRDC_qHnK34b9FWD7RlBbGxKUtg6pOE8AcOsx_Kf9TQ52KQBE-H-dtsuMc2McdZmgNfhnBXZa22Myj_DuE_GO6G3TNF40T_0Risc/s1600/Screenshot-550.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxa7il9ZZ9I8z-HhcCEC1dMmD9ZEaU2oHMULKYV6oCRDC_qHnK34b9FWD7RlBbGxKUtg6pOE8AcOsx_Kf9TQ52KQBE-H-dtsuMc2McdZmgNfhnBXZa22Myj_DuE_GO6G3TNF40T_0Risc/s640/Screenshot-550.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">That night she stopped by. He tried to refuse her. He tried resist but he couldn't. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtx7baYD6PdMd2ZUc7MH8jJdsJEaF8iqjoYPGv5p5YpkVV-BrBOMPLy8ydR1dx7FCNQWmLYSjqaLhWtKoNbqBL5J5eILkQ9cqBk7EuYB16sczB4C3nSous82nttbkqgL_ReGFJ-lCUw8Q/s1600/Screenshot-563.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtx7baYD6PdMd2ZUc7MH8jJdsJEaF8iqjoYPGv5p5YpkVV-BrBOMPLy8ydR1dx7FCNQWmLYSjqaLhWtKoNbqBL5J5eILkQ9cqBk7EuYB16sczB4C3nSous82nttbkqgL_ReGFJ-lCUw8Q/s640/Screenshot-563.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">That night they made love. She told she loved him. She was sorry. She would stay. How was he supposed to know it was all a lie?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrh_9nzotNXFsBo98ru2FDOkTGhJHokP-CleCXGb-056nhRCc4T1VN-16btrMBI9Z3TeYvbEhA5I4q8wmR-7aS36JrMIy3EnUPIfH7sX12IPKjcr_DGob2_qNEYUKYUQ5ZktMWreeuXD0/s1600/Screenshot-574.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrh_9nzotNXFsBo98ru2FDOkTGhJHokP-CleCXGb-056nhRCc4T1VN-16btrMBI9Z3TeYvbEhA5I4q8wmR-7aS36JrMIy3EnUPIfH7sX12IPKjcr_DGob2_qNEYUKYUQ5ZktMWreeuXD0/s640/Screenshot-574.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The next morning Todd awoke to a cold unmade bed and a note that said "Sorry. Can't stay. Found something better. Gone for good. Love you.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8dA09PjbNBvZ5F7D1jxsXpvzjgSYUMB_OIDFdoQY2K3UlcldQpNcOUt4-_l1NLoeUT9S0y_IpyILz0vRIA49m6KJtXy-gTRdbrdDcT8__nvjvuZxOGdK2lqcBuo2rgKblW4q8VRPFHKA/s1600/Screenshot-575.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8dA09PjbNBvZ5F7D1jxsXpvzjgSYUMB_OIDFdoQY2K3UlcldQpNcOUt4-_l1NLoeUT9S0y_IpyILz0vRIA49m6KJtXy-gTRdbrdDcT8__nvjvuZxOGdK2lqcBuo2rgKblW4q8VRPFHKA/s640/Screenshot-575.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Todd felt queasy and heartbroken. Seating on the couch in front of his bed he rose from it to head for the kitchen to get some more of his favorite girl.....</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"></div>Briahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03287272470221859405noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311211042747882384.post-88038925654135446772012-03-24T11:10:00.000-07:002012-03-24T11:10:00.821-07:002. Ain't No Rest For the Wicked<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7G6fEMjV3VyGxC1OAggHwH0P0GhZet0Wc47kkpd2pnRaaKrf9MVn80gRv5f79HylAxwhwh-diesIMlW2Fx5CtARn_qK20oMqU5Bzxuuhi2qAc99gho-jJiLVYWly_QH5hZuMKr848NXk/s1600/Screenshot-285.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7G6fEMjV3VyGxC1OAggHwH0P0GhZet0Wc47kkpd2pnRaaKrf9MVn80gRv5f79HylAxwhwh-diesIMlW2Fx5CtARn_qK20oMqU5Bzxuuhi2qAc99gho-jJiLVYWly_QH5hZuMKr848NXk/s640/Screenshot-285.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">I can't slow down</div><div style="text-align: center;">I can't hold back</div><div style="text-align: center;">Even though I wish I could</div><div style="text-align: center;">Ain't no rest for the wicked</div><div style="text-align: center;">Until we close our eyes for good</div><div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOAblJWzaSn9nInVLJDJB-WKbbriBdSmGzl3pQzpEpLznPeSVkXcH_gblN-l9QKGu8QBzpgKMB3FboPoErapiNmK0muxKS2x-SIQc4WxE7UO3YbxMCt-GCNKQttCGDSWeXiulcyeu8ALE/s1600/Screenshot-412+(2).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOAblJWzaSn9nInVLJDJB-WKbbriBdSmGzl3pQzpEpLznPeSVkXcH_gblN-l9QKGu8QBzpgKMB3FboPoErapiNmK0muxKS2x-SIQc4WxE7UO3YbxMCt-GCNKQttCGDSWeXiulcyeu8ALE/s640/Screenshot-412+(2).jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">"Ava get your ass up know! Come on Ava, my shift starts in an hour and I need someone to watch Jordan. Come on Ava you <em>owe </em>me!" Mora repeatedly banged at the door yelping and hollering like some wild banshee waking the little boy from his nap and Ava from her slumber.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1siC9vQMR8qCNT4uohd5rKGuhE3mVATh1vf-iyaPOzVwPy0mqh7LagtlkUQJ8BurwJj4c3E3j5KD4bjpNoKPJP9OQz5nXdQFcEI006zCHudNaQC8WWNjnHhADkKOWT6ZmDa5DXXbY8zA/s1600/Screenshot-455.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1siC9vQMR8qCNT4uohd5rKGuhE3mVATh1vf-iyaPOzVwPy0mqh7LagtlkUQJ8BurwJj4c3E3j5KD4bjpNoKPJP9OQz5nXdQFcEI006zCHudNaQC8WWNjnHhADkKOWT6ZmDa5DXXbY8zA/s640/Screenshot-455.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> "Please More! I'll do anything you want just stop all that damn banging!" Ava tossed one of her pillows at the door clutching her blanket tighter and pulling it over her face. The sun beamed brightly through the window spilling rays of sunlight onto her bed and forcing her to recognize that daybreak had truly come and it was time for her to get up.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwtEcK6BVJQdTawb3h0sMnGgFFHA7ajKZRrmrOOD28aIjXE0HrKajkPw14zO_E-xqNzA9nTgS6xMD4KgUcVCFwljYPLtrDvxoXM8D_2V21eWhvUPf4E2OuUH3Y3NKzRMdRbsI20tf9Eh4/s1600/Screenshot-452.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwtEcK6BVJQdTawb3h0sMnGgFFHA7ajKZRrmrOOD28aIjXE0HrKajkPw14zO_E-xqNzA9nTgS6xMD4KgUcVCFwljYPLtrDvxoXM8D_2V21eWhvUPf4E2OuUH3Y3NKzRMdRbsI20tf9Eh4/s640/Screenshot-452.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> She stumbled, no, practically fell out of bed she was so hung-over from the night before. Half asleep, half awake she glanced at her alarm clock. 12:30, no it couldn't be could it?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeTSgi_UOK3ngqQ-GTSyAcRxL3dugJiECkHnHXxO647mFfuFLZfuWmw0EoDQsmo9ASOWdXOJHPG5S7m3XLy_fAYJoMJ9yqD1IE21q_udKrEVhruZcAcRv4NTbeIpa240zKqC8cOa5YxVI/s1600/Screenshot-460.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeTSgi_UOK3ngqQ-GTSyAcRxL3dugJiECkHnHXxO647mFfuFLZfuWmw0EoDQsmo9ASOWdXOJHPG5S7m3XLy_fAYJoMJ9yqD1IE21q_udKrEVhruZcAcRv4NTbeIpa240zKqC8cOa5YxVI/s640/Screenshot-460.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Coming to the realization that she slept almost a whole day away Ava forced herself to get up and ready. Literally falling into the bathroom she cut the shower on. Ava shrieked as the frigidness of the cold water fell upon her skin sending chills down her spine. As usual her cousin Mora had used all the hot water. If it was three months ago and she was still new to the city she would have made it her business to get in the shower before her. Funny how things turn out. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPuzfGs2aPAHg2bfn6mKQwd0CW-J3OhtiBfyKfrPKMoX5AxEP8rRraDrpbjOXDy3mGdKRysAvBM8w_9rTSh8x5A3sce_huil5GjNiWvO0FHNDB1Ok1e1S-dsG-RyRRMYaO74kOWJNRo-Q/s1600/Screenshot-464.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPuzfGs2aPAHg2bfn6mKQwd0CW-J3OhtiBfyKfrPKMoX5AxEP8rRraDrpbjOXDy3mGdKRysAvBM8w_9rTSh8x5A3sce_huil5GjNiWvO0FHNDB1Ok1e1S-dsG-RyRRMYaO74kOWJNRo-Q/s640/Screenshot-464.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> After dressing she staggered into the small kitchen.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">"Ooh don't you look sexy." A smile played on Mora's cocoa colored lips. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNXQ8me8fkg0pczJvQIw8JKG1KDTnQ9T9QcW7-3mWmNzfeHbkCgAaMhpZZdcQ9PsV8E98I8YRFHNFrT50MB2N7ZPEqCBRGUML7yEbHQEzWx2Mi3KX_swNhFeU3yMoqcAUnexUCovgv0Es/s1600/Screenshot-462+(2).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNXQ8me8fkg0pczJvQIw8JKG1KDTnQ9T9QcW7-3mWmNzfeHbkCgAaMhpZZdcQ9PsV8E98I8YRFHNFrT50MB2N7ZPEqCBRGUML7yEbHQEzWx2Mi3KX_swNhFeU3yMoqcAUnexUCovgv0Es/s640/Screenshot-462+(2).jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Ava glanced up and down her attire. Slouchy jogging pants, an oversized tee, and a red headscarf taming her mess of a head. She didn't find anything amusing. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjc48dt6BRiuz3HVDLsdwcc_6Vc_PRQX9g4_QdmRvPmhqbfHEF7k7qy6tuGJc2BRI3f2Q-LSCnBwAzSjTwnG4Fzg0_JFLao2KQ9lhKQFOPupMZFPtPGt0G36xoJwC0YY6aijXCDGtlpCEc/s1600/Screenshot-475.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjc48dt6BRiuz3HVDLsdwcc_6Vc_PRQX9g4_QdmRvPmhqbfHEF7k7qy6tuGJc2BRI3f2Q-LSCnBwAzSjTwnG4Fzg0_JFLao2KQ9lhKQFOPupMZFPtPGt0G36xoJwC0YY6aijXCDGtlpCEc/s640/Screenshot-475.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">"Avie Avie!" The little boy reached out his tiny chubby arms to her, the cutest grin spread across his chubby face. Ava gladly scooped the two year old up into her arms tossing him into the air.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> "And that my cue to go." Mora kissed the little boy on the cheek and told Ava goodbye. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6iVeEuSFKR1hesl9MTknX91pt8vQotif8DYXa0wNAD97tW0HievRPp7aTMD-RUH0QaocYmHrqixAIGTI2Apl1uKkez2jcNXPn4kn1T0sKJh2ga9mBvHOn5_E6ul2sUwS_WMgMUpORyWU/s1600/Screenshot-466.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6iVeEuSFKR1hesl9MTknX91pt8vQotif8DYXa0wNAD97tW0HievRPp7aTMD-RUH0QaocYmHrqixAIGTI2Apl1uKkez2jcNXPn4kn1T0sKJh2ga9mBvHOn5_E6ul2sUwS_WMgMUpORyWU/s640/Screenshot-466.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> "Well I guess it's just you and me Jordy." Ava placed him onto the playmate sitting beside him as she watched his little face light up with joy and innocence. She smiled as she watched him play silently dreading the upcoming night fast approaching her..... </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><em>I can't go on like this. </em>Reaching for the dial he thumbed through the stations searching for something a little less complicated....</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">*********************************************************************************</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The Funhouse, Bridgeport</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0RnHmC90jpVI7pBmLefy95xR8D_DovvGntVsaiPpXp8QLDJtCzpOdY_3Kqazrnf8HScVUALKZxW7UcsPovTV-AYRPXxAdBn441GZO_UCmsIfLR3bQdcdB2fI2hSoNyn_Z61TjhZPDnRc/s1600/Screenshot-412.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0RnHmC90jpVI7pBmLefy95xR8D_DovvGntVsaiPpXp8QLDJtCzpOdY_3Kqazrnf8HScVUALKZxW7UcsPovTV-AYRPXxAdBn441GZO_UCmsIfLR3bQdcdB2fI2hSoNyn_Z61TjhZPDnRc/s640/Screenshot-412.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"></div>Ava's stomach was in knots. She had never felt more nervous and ashamed in her lifetime. She had never wanted it to be like this. For heaven's sake she was only twenty! She had big dreams growing up. She wanted to sing, dance, be on Broadway. But, of course, reality got in the way. Thinking about one piece of advice her father gave, his was right. Life sure has one hell of a since of humor.<br />
Ava felt cold brittle hands on the back of her shoulders.<br />
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"You ready Adora?"<br />
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"Sure am" Adora tried her best not to sound strained. Natasha have for years experience could see right through the facade.<br />
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"Its okay. You'll get get used to it in time." Natasha smiled throwing in a wink for good measure.<br />
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"Sure I will" Adora arose nervously from her seat holding back tears as she fearfully followed Natasha to the stage.<br />
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Midnight<br />
Todd arrived at the club promptly 30 minutes before his playtime. That left him plenty of time to primp himself to perfection. At a place like this where presentation was everything it not uncommon to see playthings, both male and female grooming themselves every ten minutes.<br />
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Todd came through the backdoor at the club entering the plaything's fort as the workers lovingly called it.<br />
"Hey Romeo!" Everyone playful greeted him by his work name he earned for being very goog with the ladies. Todd did his usual, smiled as took in the sweet and sinful smells of Hennessy White, Belver Bears, and cigarettes tinged into their mouths and skin soon to be covered up by the saviors of toothpaste, listerine, and bouts of perfume and colone.<br />
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His thoughts trailed off as he headed to the main floor of the club. He couldn't keep living this way. He couldn't keep living in the past....<br />
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Staring at the pole in front of her she grabbed hold of it. This was it now. The closes thing she would ever get to Broadway. Might as well take it will she still could. Climbing onto it she closed her eyes, trying to calm her self by counting slowly as the music started to play......Briahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03287272470221859405noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311211042747882384.post-30393925728745197752012-03-11T16:02:00.002-07:002012-03-11T16:17:19.042-07:000.Funhouse<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfsvQ2yws2fBm6jC_1_-aenpBDFuAW44vRMHWkB2iJKr1JoSe5FkcfPtXEdliJ8V0QjsrPkJgIkJNoFWplHAvZm1QiyHcajRdKDnM4AYH-1neuTQsriK6B833_XKMbdoZzkGM0AxmEpI8/s1600/16649478.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfsvQ2yws2fBm6jC_1_-aenpBDFuAW44vRMHWkB2iJKr1JoSe5FkcfPtXEdliJ8V0QjsrPkJgIkJNoFWplHAvZm1QiyHcajRdKDnM4AYH-1neuTQsriK6B833_XKMbdoZzkGM0AxmEpI8/s1600/16649478.jpg" /></a></div><div align="center">Welcome to the funhouse</div><div align="center">Where the nights are grand</div><div align="center">Where the Toys all play</div><div align="center">And the Dolls lay and....</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">Where the candies are laced with extra sugar</div><div align="center">And the juices are potent and powerful</div><div align="center">Everyone here carries around a smile</div><div align="center">You will never see them frown</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">Just have a lot of candy money</div><div align="center">And you'll be the happiess around</div><div align="center">Always play nicely</div><div align="center">Or our bullies will lay the law down</div><div align="center"><br />
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</div><div align="center">Our main goal is to please</div><div align="center">As long as you have the means</div><div align="center">We stay open late</div><div align="center">Just so can play</div><div align="center"><br />
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</div><div align="center">We have lots of fun games</div><div align="center">And lots of jokes to be told </div><div align="center">The dolls will please the guys</div><div align="center">And the toys the same to gals</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">This place and all its fun can get addictive</div><div align="center">So please have lots of time</div><div align="center">And by our motto alright?</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">Welcome to The Funhouse: The Wonderful World of Happiness<br />
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