“Address,” said Shane, wagging the money at him.  Brian seemed to think it over for about four seconds, grabbing Shane’s hand and a pen from the inside of his jacket. 

            “You tell her I gave this to you, and I’ll skin you alive,” grumbled Brian.  Clicking the pen off and taking the money from Shane, then handing it back to her.  “If you can get her out on a date, I’ll give you double.”

            Grinning, Shane said, “If I can get her on a date, I’ll give you double.”

            “I like you already,” said Brian in a dead pan voice.

            “You’re not so bad your self, Mr. Kinky,” shot back Shane as Brian walked away.

            “Shaymen can cut my hair any day,” said Brian, ruffling his sister’s hair.

            Shane was laying on her bed, looking up at the projection clock numbers flickering on her ceiling.  Ticking away the moments of her life, stuck in her slump of wanting to go out and find Carmen, apologize until she couldn’t breath anymore, or go out and find a woman to fuck.

            Sam.

            The oddly alluring tomboy of a woman that had sat in her chair today, not caring what she looked like, just wanting to please her brother.  Those damn grey eyes that sort of told a story.  Gave you a shiver when she looked at you…

            Shane looked at her hand, for the 100^th time, looking at the address that was there, “Fuck it.”

            Getting up from the bed, slipping into a pair of pants and a tee shirt that read Gush, Shane left the house.  Passing Jenny’s bedroom, tip toeing because it seemed that Jenny was caught up in some lustful playing behind the door.

            It took Shane twenty minutes to reach the address, the lights were ablaze in the house, Shane parked her jeep.  Looking up at the upscale house, wondering what Sam did for a living.  Strutting up to the door, hands in her pocket, she knocked on the door.

            “Man hoo choos!” said the young boy that answered the door, all of eight years old, his mouth dropping into an O when he saw Shane at the door.  “MOM!  There is a chick at the door!” he yelled, leaving the door wide open and dashing into the other room.