It had been six months and Dad still had not caught on that I was selling Mom’s pussy, as well as fucking it myself. He was starting to wonder about how often she would go out. I was sitting at the bar, enjoying a rum and coke. Two men sitting just down from me were talking. They were loud enough that I could hear them. One of them said to the other, “Fuck Man, it is only a week before Sam’s bachelor party and I still have not found a slut to be the entertainment.”

“Excuse me. I couldn’t help overhearing you. I know two sexy girls that would be available for your party.”