" So who was it ?" Dovermin boomed over the phone. In the background there was a large rukus being made. The young man was about 28 years old , but to despite his young age he had a grizzled feature to him. He wore a large straw cowboy hat and blue jean flares. He had a mocha tan that excenutated his brawn. He wore a white wife beater that he cut to reveal his stomach. Scattered along his back where faded tattoos of skulls , naked women and tacky roses each with a name for every kill he made for his uncle.Which he was speaking to at the moment.
" It was Marcy. I think I might actually be in love with that kid." he said honestly.
"Yeah right then in 3 years you'll..." he was interrupted by his uncle.
" What..." Millhouse yelled as he put away his tin watering jug. He closed the drawer and turned to face the large office windows facing the Las Vegas strip. MIllhouse made a nice little niche for himself handling the mobs, senators, and local casino owners' money. He enjoyed what being a man in power felt , with a splendid little secret life in which he lived out all his pleasurable fantasies. He enjoyed his life and to him the ultimate state was one of absolute pleasure this was freedom . Anybody looking for anything was a schmucks in his book.
" Look fantasy.. wants to talk to you.."
" Dude where the fuck are you ?"
" I am helping your brother work the door at the dollhouse, precious is up ..."
" GOD I HATE THOSE WHORES!"
"WHY are you yelling ?" The young man plugged his left ear with his finger. Sunny and the sunliners were playing in back ground through busted speakers.
" Wait ..then..why do you fuck ...FUCK THEM!?"
" Well , the old man likes seeing lay a fat girl every now and again."
" Please tell me we aren't related "
" I told you last night we weren't."
" I know..I mean are you serious ."
" Yeah ..I mean ..if that's..." Millhouse's attention was divided when a high-pitched screeching came through the other end. " Who the hell is that?"
"Its fantasy ...I told you she being asking for her daddy !!!"
" Just sock her in the face.. I mean..Michael I cant let you in anywhere until you stop seeing everyone with such humanity."
" Tavis ..Tavis get your ASS over here." The young man could be heard faintly screaming as Milhouse quietly hung up the phone . He wiped his forehead with his small effeminate hand. He had come to the conclusion that it would of been better to kill her the first time they where alone , then to keep her alive no matter how much he enjoyed her company. Millhouse almost liked it as much as Marcys'.
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