I held the door open, since they were carrying groceries, and followed them in. As I was letting myself in I heard the Mom cry out, "Oh SHIT!" Thinking that something had happened I went to her side. On the door was taped a large sheath of papers. On the front one, in large, bold letters, there was a simple statement: Eviction Notice!

Wow, I'd never been evicted. The mother just stood there and said, "What am I going to do?"

I didn't realize it was a rhetorical question, so I replied, "Get some money, I guess."

She glared at me and spat, "And just how do I do that? Huh? I'm already busting my ass to support the two of us. I work two jobs for Pete's sake! After groceries, doctor's bills and utilities I ain't got nothing! So Mr. Smartass, what do I do?"

I stepped back , surprised at the venomous attack. "Get creative?" I offered meekly. She said something obscene and I turned and went to my apartment. I fixed myself a nice sirloin on the grill and chased it with a Labatt's. Life was good, I mused, sitting on my deck. Apartment life sucked, but hell, I was getting paid an outrageous sum of money to do something that I enjoyed. Life was indeed good. For me, at least.

I was surprised the hear a knock on my door. No one ever visited me. I was annoyed when I realized it was my next door neighbor. What in the hell did she want? She already ripped me a new one! I opened the door and said, "Yeah?"

"Hi," she said in a fake, breathy voice. I could smell the gin and realized that she was trashed. "Can I come in?" She asked as she pushed past me. I shut the door behind her, curious now.

"So, can I, help you with something?" I asked warily.

She stumbled a little, then sat heavily onto the couch. "Well, I was thinking about what you said. About being creative. And you're right. I need to be creative in getting some more money."

I didn't say a thing, just nodded.

"Well, anyway, I was thinking... If you give me ten dollars, I'll give you a blow job. That's a fair price, isn't it?" She asked directly.

"Uhm, boy, you know, I'm really not up on the blow job market prices," I said, not sure what else to say.

She stared at me, trying to see if I was teasing her. "Well, my girlfriend works at this club and she takes the guys back into the back room for a quick blow job for $15. So I figure I'm pricing out okay."

My head was swimming in a bizarre fashion. First, we were talking about blow jobs - strange. Then we're talking about the relative market value of such - even more strange. Third, I was fairly certain that I'd be raking my cock on her overbite - and I wasn't ready or interested in that.....(cont)