TO: MAYA

hey girl just got done helping cora with school work. what you up to?

SMS TEXT

FROM: MAYA

hey nay! cora 6 or so now right? ines almost 4. time flies!

SMS TEXT

TO: MAYA

yeah she 6. old enough to be asking me questions about her daddy

SMS TEXT

FROM: MAYA

yeah i miss gomes too

SMS TEXT

TO: MAYA

yeah i can't believe he gone sometimes. P comes around for comfort but...

SMS TEXT

FROM: MAYA

P be comforting you? "comfort?"

SMS TEXT

TO: MAYA

girl you the one who turned me onto him, remember?

SMS TEXT

FROM: MAYA

i know but he be comin round to comfort me too...

SMS TEXT

TO: MAYA

P gonna P

SMS TEXT

FROM: MAYA

no doubt. all that comfort he spreadin round sometimes it aint enough

SMS TEXT

TO: MAYA

i could use a good dickin more often for sure

SMS TEXT

FROM: MAYA

that's why you need a backup

SMS TEXT

TO: MAYA

a backup?

SMS TEXT

FROM: MAYA

yeah, i mean, P still my fave, and he my baby daddy, but i got lots of other places to get what i need

SMS TEXT

TO: MAYA

like what?

SMS TEXT

FROM: MAYA

well joao's woman just had the baby, so she's too tired to take care of him, and that makes him horny all the time. he's a good ride.

SMS TEXT

TO: MAYA

johnny wants to be P in every way

SMS TEXT

FROM: MAYA

ha for real and he ain't but...he close

SMS TEXT

TO: MAYA

so how's the club going?

SMS TEXT

FROM: MAYA

hard work but still makin money. but one of my girls disappeared

SMS TEXT

TO: MAYA

what?

SMS TEXT

FROM: MAYA

yeah, she showed up for winterfest, that's a big money day, but then didn't show up the day after. ain't heard from her since. oh well, that happens. meanwhile, back to the big issue, we gotta find you a dick

SMS TEXT

TO: MAYA

well this doctor at the hospital been asking me over for drinks after work for a while. maybe i take him up on it.

SMS TEXT

FROM: MAYA

go for it! and tell me how it goes!

SMS TEXT

TO: MAYA

I will

SMS TEXT

TO: MAYA

girl you were right that was just what i needed. house 5/5.

dick 5/5.

would ride again

First, Aiyana was pregnant again.

Just like Pedro and Elisa, this was out of nowhere. We weren't trying. But I wasn't upset about it. I did, however, take a trip to Komorebi on my own, to get away and recharge.

I had read a story about scaling the top of Mt. Komorebi, and since I had dabbled in rock climbing, I thought it would be a worthy goal.

Honestly, at my age, I wasn't sure I'd ever get myself into a position where I'd feel ready to take on the challenge, but I was scaling more difficult walls, now, and it was helping me keep in shape.

Of course, I took my laptop with me, and snuck in some "work" here and there.

Also, being in the land most famous in all the world for blowjobs, I also set aside some time for recreation.

Then there's Aiko.

Aiko was Pedro's amante in Komorebi. But Pedro didn't make it out there enough.

"I'd never suggest this with anyone else," he said, "but maybe you might be interested in a relationship with her, too? She could use a little extra support, and hell, we're already eskimo brothers a dozen times over.

"So, what are you suggesting?" I asked him. "We're going to time-share a sugar baby?"

"It's just an offer," he said.

Well, turned out to be worth it. Aiko was a very skilled lover, and she was more than excited to have another Daddy.

Anyway, around this time, some things were happening in my friend Grace's porn empire. First, she did some scenes with the hot young stud, Joe. Thematic scenes. One she was his teacher, another she was his dad's new girlfriend, but my favorite, she was the horny housewife neighbor who invited the inexperienced teen to share her hot tub.

It was good stuff. Meanwhile, Chad did a scene with Kami. I don't think he had any idea who she was.

Her debut with Lucy and Joe might have slipped under the radar, but there was no way Pedro wasn't going to see this one.

Devon was still banging sluts left and right, although now that he'd experienced the thrill of unexpected pregnancy, he was careful to use protection.

Rumor was he was back to getting high whenever he could, too, though.

And there were tensions in the locker room, which I knew about because Brooke wrote a great story about it.

She didn't tell me who her source was, or how she got the story, but I knew it was Devon, and I knew she fucked it out of him.

How did I know? Because Devon was still emailing me regularly, and shortly before she filed her story, he sent me an email titled "You won't believe who I finally fucked."

For the record, I personally had no problem with Brooke using her sexuality to get a story. She had recently done a very famous series in which she had written in exquisite detail about her exploration of the world of sex work. First, she wrote about visiting a masseuse who was really a gigolo.

Then she wrote about visiting a yoga instructor who was, you guessed it.

But her most widely talked about piece was the finale, when she wrote about ordering a local call girl, even though she herself was not a lesbian.

Her description of "the best and most explosive orgasm I've ever experienced" crossed from journalism into straight up erotica.

This series was divisive. Some traditionalists, even ones who praised by old porn expose, couldn't stomach a woman doing the same type of journalism. Some feminists accused me, as her editor, of forcing her into it. So when she came to me and said, "If I want this story about the corrupt land use deal, I'm probably going to have to fuck Rep. Short," I put my foot down.

"With the shit I'm taking right now, I need you to lay off on the leg spreading for a while."

All she said was, "Oh, well, too late. Sorry."

Anyway, I got a message from Maggie Justus about a meetup, and since I had a layover scheduled in Willow Creek on my way back from Komorebi, I planned to visit her then.

They'd matched the DNA from the last victim to a soldier at the base.

It was actually someone I've mentioned already in this book. Remember the young kid Daria helped lose his virginity before deployment?

Name was AJ Parks. Apparently something in him snapped, probably overseas, and when he came back, he didn't know where to let it out but on prostitutes.

Problem was he was AWOL. They couldn't find him. And that's why Maggie wanted to see me. This case was so stressful, she said, she just needed some wild release.

In other words, she just wanted her pipes cleaned out.

We fucked like crazy, and lay back on the bed exhausted.

"Thanks," she said. "That was exactly what I needed."

"Now, as soon as you can get it up again, let's go one more time, then I gotta go catch this sicko."

I was always happy to do my part to help our dedicated servicemembers.

So I had to get this story down about how marriage counseling is going. We were at our regular session with Dr. V a couple of weeks ago. She wanted to know how things were going since we found out about the pregnancy.

Things are great, Elisa told her.

And she really did talk me up. Started raving about our family time together, and how I'm a great father figure for Amadora.

But I do sense some tension, Doc said.

It's Mom, Elisa butted in. Ever since Dad left, she's all alone.

I interjected, I thought you were supposed to fix their relationship, Doc.

You know I can't talk about other clients, she said. Even if they are family. But why is Lorena causing tension?

And of course, Elisa started talking about how much time she's spending with her.

And how lonely she is, and getting older.

And about how we live in a huge mansion, and why can't we just ask her to move in with us?

Maybe it's too soon to make that move, Doc V suggested. It would be like admitting your parents have no chance of getting back together.

There's no chance, I said, probably a bit too harshly.

My contacts have Tomas doing the same old things. Leaving his pregnant mistress at home alone, while he goes to the strip club to get lap dances.

And, from what I'm told, a lot more.

You shouldn't talk about my dad like that, Elisa said.

Okay, I'm going to stop you there, Doc said. At this point, I think it would be helpful to have some individual sessions with the both of you. That way you can talk about these issues without aggravating each other. What do you think?

So that's what we did. When it was my turn, I noticed she looked a bit different than normal.

Doc, I said, you really let your hair down. (She did, literally.)

You like that in a woman? she asked. In a very different, let's say, sultry voice.

I honestly got a little tongue tied.

But I recovered quickly. I wanted to see exactly what she was up to with this, so I decided to test her with a little flirt.

Doc, I said, is this session just an excuse for you to get me alone?

What if it was? she said.

And as I leaned back on her desk, her hand drifted down to what I knew she was after.

She got down on her knees, and whipped it out.

Swallowed it like a champ.

And before long, I was fucking her on her desk.

She said she liked it rough, so I bent her over the desk and really went to town.

The only thing that might have ruined it is if she said You're better than Tomas after I came inside her.

Luckily, she didn't say that. She just panted. And squealed a bit when I smacked her ass.

Turns out I like couples therapy.

Signing off,

Pedro

His wife was happy and working on artistic endeavors.

Little Amadora was displaying aptitude in both physical skills...

...and mental.

Then Elisa broke to him the news she was pregnant.

When they'd had Amadora six years ago, it was after many years of trying. But now, Elisa was pregnant again, and it was a complete accident. They were going to have to prepare Amadora for a new little brother or sister.

One thing Pedro told me, perhaps it was because of the hormones, or perhaps just because of the nature of an accidental pregnancy, but for some reason, Elisa became a beast in the bedroom overnight. She would not give Pedro any rest.

If I knew my friend at all, he could handle it.

But he also had to deal with a new murder. Another girl had been killed. They found her body at the cemetery, but she danced at Picante, and the evidence was that her killer picked her up there during her shift. Maggie Justus was all over it.

So Pedro wasn't getting rid of her anytime soon.

I was in a bit of a holding pattern on a lot of stuff. Worked on my body, too, which had become a bit too chubby.

And I was also getting into food.

I had a ton of money, so I decided to learn to gamble. Online poker was fun.

But what I really loved were the horses. I lived ten minutes from the West Coast's best track

And my many years in journalism had gotten me some useful contacts, which I could use to get tips on races.

But since it was the middle of fall, that meant a harvest was in.

My winemaking was finally good enough to market.

That was the first year I started selling Woody Creek Estates most profitable product, the SV Elite - SV for "Single Vineyard" because I used only my own grapes grown on my own property. That first year, I wholesaled them for a few hundred a bottle, but if you are a wine connoisseur, you know they are worth much more, now.

I had a special vintage I'd laid down back in 2003 I called "Bridget." I didn't intend to ever sell it. The bottles would be a gift to my daughter on her graduation, or engagement, or some other fitting event down the road.

The fact I'd had these bottles down in the cellar for five years meant, yep, Bridget was getting big.

Hard on my old body to play with her.

I sampled some of that wine with Aiyana.

And she started laying into me about these stories about me and Erin she was reading.

I told her, there was nothing going on. This was all about preparing for filming red. Nothing romantic at all.

She was very possessive suddenly. I guess sex clubs and hookers and whatnot were fine, but if she got a whiff Erin and I were an item, she'd be pissed.

But she didn't have to worry. Erin and I were strictly professional.

We met to go over our plans for the film. That was it.

Although I have to admit, I did think she often flirted with me.

And since she lived out in the Valley, and I had many connections out there, well, let's just say if I left Erin's mansion after a work session feeling a bit horny, I might remember that Skye had told me any time I wanted my dick sucked, I just had to drop by her place unannounced.

I wouldn't be telling Aiyana about that kind of thing, of course.

And, actually, when it comes to my sex life at this point in time, the newest change wasn't out west, but out east. I was spending so much time out there, I decided I needed some regular comfort, and went back to the old sugar dating site Pedro had showed me, and I found Audacity.

She was a freak.

And since I was out in her neighborhood basically once each week or two, now I had a regular mistress to keep me company on those trips.

Also something I didn't bother telling Aiyana about.

COLLECTED PURSUANT TO JUDICIAL WARRANT 34-07056-B

JOAO CALLES (JC) AND UNKNOWN SUBJECT (UNSUB)

TRANSLATOR: TJ

JC: OH MAN DO I HAVE A STORY FOR YOU.

UNSUB: WHAT HAPPENED?

JC: SO TOMAS, YOU KNOW, PEDRO'S FATHER-IN-LAW, HIS WIFE WAS AT YOGA OR WHATEVER, SO HE INVITED HIS MISTRESS TO STOP BY.

JC: BUT I GUESS HE GOT THE TIMING WRONG, OR LORENA LEFT CLASS EARLY, OR WHATEVER, AND SHE WALKED IN ON ELENA SUCKING HIS DICK.

UNSUB: OH SHIT!

JC: YEAH, SHE WAS PISSED!

JC: BUT HERE'S THE FUNNY PART. I GUESS THIS WHOLE ARGUMENT HAPPENED IN JUST A FEW SECONDS, BUT IT WAS JUST LONG ENOUGH FOR LORENA TO NOTICE THAT TOMAS HAD NOT JUMPED UP OFF THE COUCH IMMEDIATELY, BUT WAS STILL PRESSING ELENA'S HEAD DOWN INTO HIS LAP.

JC: AND SHE WAS ALL, "WHY THE FUCK IS YOUR DICK STILL IN HER THROAT?"

JC: AND THEN...

UNSUB: (LAUGHING) NO WAY!

JC: (LAUGHING) YEAH, HE WAS SO CLOSE TO COMING WHEN SHE CAME HOME HE COULDN'T STOP, AND BLEW HIS LOAD IN ELENA'S MOUTH RIGHT IN FRONT OF HIS WIFE!

UNSUB: THAT'S HILARIOUS!

JC: YEAH, SO NOW SHE'S GOT THEIR BED ALL TO HERSELF, AND HE'S SLEEPING IN THE KIDS ROOM THAT USED TO BELONG TO PEDRO'S WIFE.

UNSUB: SO ARE THEY SPLITTING?

JC: TOO EARLY TO SAY. ELISA HAD PEDRO PAY FOR SOME EXPENSIVE COUPLES THERAPY FOR THEM.

JC: WHICH, OF COURSE, BACKFIRED, BECAUSE NOW ELISA HAS PEDRO GOING TO THERAPY WITH HER, TOO!

UNSUB: OH I BET HE HATES THAT.

JC: YEAH, HE SAID THE ONLY UPSIDE IS HER OFFICE IS CLOSE TO HIS AMANTE'S HOUSE IN BRINDLETON.

JC: SO HE JUST HAS TO FIND AN EXCUSE TO STAY IN TOWN FOR WORK, AND HE'S GOT A DATE LINED UP TO TAKE HIS MIND OFF THE THERAPY.

UNSUB: JESUS. HE USES MARRIAGE COUNSELING AS A CONVENIENT WAY TO STEP OUT?

JC: YEAH, HE DOESN'T EVEN TAKE CARE OF BUSINESS IN THAT TOWN, ANYMORE.

JC: HE SENDS ME, WHICH I ENJOY, BECAUSE BRITNEY HANDLES OUR SALES UP THERE, AND SHE'S HOT AS FUCK, AND A FREAK.

JC: SHE GIVES ME A BUNCH OF MONEY, I GIVE HER A BUNCH OF PRODUCT.

JC: THEN WE FUCK LIKE RABBITS.

UNSUB: IS THERE ANY PART OF YOUR JOB THAT DOESN'T INVOLVE FUCKING?

JC: (LAUGHING) MAYBE A LITTLE. LIKE, I STILL HAVE PLENTY OF OPPORTUNITIES FOR A QUICK NUT. LAST WEEK I WENT TO CHECK OUT MAYA'S NEW HOUSE. THE COVE HAS BEEN DOING WELL, SO SHE UPGRADED.

UNSUB: AND YOU TWO ALWAYS HIT IT OFF.

JC: EXACTLY. SO WE GOT COKED UP AND HAD A QUICK FUCK. ENJOYABLE FOR BOTH OF US.

JC: BUT PART OF IT IS ALSO STATUS. I CAN'T AFFORD TO HAVE HIGH CLASS WHORES IN FANCY CRIBS ALL OVER THE WORLD LIKE PEDRO, BUT I DID STILL SET UP MY OWN AMANTE.

UNSUB: WHO?

JC: YVETTE. SHE STRIPPED AT THE COVE, BUT SHE WAS ALWAYS ONE OF MY FAVORITES. I GOT HER A PLACE IN MAGNOLIA AND NOW I HAVE A SURE STOP WHEN ALANA'S PREGNANCY HORMONES ARE KICKING IN.

UNSUB: JUST YOUR FAVORITE STRIPPER? YOU SHOULD DO BETTER THAN THAT.

JC: IN TIME, I WILL. BUT THIS IS WHAT I CAN AFFORD NOW. AND LIKE I SAID, STATUS. AT MY EARNING LEVEL, I NEED TO PROVE I CAN AFFORD TO KEEP MY OWN WOMAN THAT NO ONE ELSE CAN TOUCH. ANYWAY, HERE'S THE NEWS I WAS REALLY CALLING ABOUT.

JC: THAT MILITARY INVESTIGATOR CAME BY PICANTE TO TALK TO PEDRO.

JC: SAID SHE HAD NEWS THAT SHE WAS WORRIED ABOUT. SHE'D INTERVIEWED A STRIPPER AT THE COVE, CHERRY.

UNSUB: PEDRO LETS HIS GIRLS TALK TO COPS?

JC: NO, BUT CHERRY WAS SCARED. SHE'D HAD A BAD EXPERIENCE WITH A CLIENT.

JC: GUY DID SOMETHING TO MAKE HER FEEL SCARED. SO SHE WENT TO THIS INVESTIGATOR ON HER OWN. SHE WANTED TO WARN PEDRO THAT IF THIS WAS THE GUY WHO WAS CUTTING UP THE GIRLS, HE WAS PROBABLY FRUSTRATED AS HELL THAT HE WAITED A YEAR FOR HIS NEXT STRIKE AND IT DIDN'T PAN OUT. PEDRO BETTER KEEP AN EYE ON HIS GIRLS, SHE SAID.

UNSUB: WHAT DID PEDRO SAY?

JC: BASICALLY, THANKS FOR THE WARNING, BUT THE WAY THIS NEIGHBORHOOD WORKS, IF ANYONE HERE FINDS THIS GUY BEFORE YOU DO, YOU NEVER WILL.

UNSUB: BUT NO ONE KILLED YET?

JC: NOT YET.

UNSUB: OH SHIT, I'M GETTING BITCHED AT AGAIN. GOTTA GO.

-END TRANSCRIPT

ADDENDUM: CF REPORT 2008-09-01-0147 FROM NEWCREST POLICE - HOMICIDE - LOCATION(S): PICANTE AND SHADY RUN CEMETERY.

IMPORTANT NOTE: SEMEN FOUND ON BODY. SHOULD NOT CLOSE JUSTUS INVESTIGATION. COULD BE MAJOR BREAK.

RIP, Lucia.

Connor-

Was stateside for an international friendly, and had something crazy happen - after the match, decided to check out The Foundry Cove strip club in Willow Creek.

It was a little seedy for my tastes, but the strippers were bangin.

But the hottest thing there wasn't on stage, she was behind the bar.

We hit it off really well, and made plans to meet at her place after her shift.

I don't need to tell yo how that went!

Later,

Devon

Just a one-night stand that Devon would later find to have lifelong consequences.

Meanwhile, some pregnancies hit closer to home. Erick and Lillian finally got pregnant, and they dropped out of the swingers' club entirely.

Chad found out that two of his favorite fuck toys, Flora and Iliana, had become sapphic sisters.

And that opportunity was too much for him to pass up.

Yup. Turns out Flora got knocked up, too. So she was out.

Chad and Grace dropped out of both the swingers' club and the nudist society. Work was too busy, they said. But luckily, I still got to meet with Grace once in a while.

Mostly on her schedule, really. She'd just show up once every month or two, and we'd have some fun.

Our esteemed leaders also finally got pregnant. They'd been trying. Both Sierra and Ariana were carrying at the same time. But both couples decided to stay in the club. And Noah, vigilant as always, found some new members to replace the ones we were losing.

Nathan and his wife Brynlee were vaguely in finance.

And they lived with her sister Regan. It was a...unique relationship.

The kind that meant they were all open to some sexual exploration. Of course, Noah required his usual toll before letting them join.

The girls also forced us to finally bend our couples and women only rule and let Bryce join officially. They just loved fucking him too much to say no. Noah didn't require a toll from him.

Speaking of, Charlotte also got pregnant. She did it in a wild way. First, she announced at one of our parties she was off her pill, and if anyone wanted to breed her, here was their chance.

It was actually a very fun sex party, even with that hanging over us.

Especially since, again, Bryce was now a full member, which the girls loved.

But the party didn't do it for Charlotte, so she did something crazy. She waited until the right time in the cycle, and then she fucked Bryce.

And then she went down to the local stud house, and paid every man there to creampie her in turn.

And then, for good measure, she fucked Bryce again.

This strategy worked. She got knocked up, too.

(Later, we'd find out that Bryce was in fact the lucky father.)

This was the point I got the call from my agent about red.

A very famous actress loved the script and wanted to sign on. You might recognize her.

That's right, my old pal Erin and I got together for drinks, and to talk about how she wanted to star in my movie.

I told her I couldn't think of anyone better. Honestly, I probably had her in mind when I wrote it.

She had one condition: I had to be part of the production, so as to make sure the director didn't ruin my vision.

Of course, this was a dream come true! I agreed.

Meanwhile, I'd heard from Pedro that the pregnancy outbreak was spreading. Two sisters who had danced for him since the first day he opened both quit, both because they were pregnant. Teresa, he didn't know for sure, he might be the father, or it could be Joao.

Elena, on the other hand, the culprit had to be none other than Pedro's father-in-law, Tomas.

He could see drama coming from this.

But speaking of drama and Pedro, remember how I saw his stepdaughter on a porn site? I should have just told him about it. But instead, since I recognized Joe and Lucy in the video, and they lived up in the Valley less than an hour from me, I decided to go talk to Kami in person.

This was a mistake.

I tried to tell her how degrading the life she was entering could be for someone her age.

But she could see right through me. She knew I was only saying this bullshit on account of my friendship with Pedro.

We could hear Joe and Lucy fucking in the next room while we talked.

This was awkward, and a little arousing.

But Kami insisted to me that her mind was made up.

When Joe and Lucy finally joined us, Kami suggested we all go swimming.

Joe said he could go for a dip.

And Lucy said the girls should model some bathing suits for us, so they could decide what to wear down to the pool.

So that's what they did.

Each one more revealing than the last.

Once we got to the last set of suits, all thoughts of swimming were gone, and instead we were drinking and grinding on each other.

Soon, the girls were naked.

And not long after that, we were fooling around.

And suddenly, they had our dicks in their mouths.

At this point, in for a penny, right?

So now, I definitely couldn't tell Pedro about Kami. Ever.

EM enters for scheduled session. She's dressed more formally than normal and has had her hair done.

Comment the new style suits her well.

Q how are things? open ended - let her start

A There's a lot going on

Got a text message from mom out of the blue - said she was sure dad was cheating on her

Did not know how to answer - of course he was - everyone knew it

Q You first mentioned this to me years ago I recall

A - Yes it's the same whore he's been carrying on with for years

Mom thinks relationship is still strong

But she can no longer deny what's been going on.

Q - So what do you think?

A - What do I think?

I think it's inevitable. Elena looks a lot like mom.

Only 20 years younger and with bigger tits and fat old dick sucking lips.

Here's the thing. She wanted my advice, but really I think she wanted validation. Remember how I said I thought she was stepping out, too?

Well, when I asked her how she was dealing with this new information about dad...

She started telling me all about her new masseuse.

And about how hands-on he was.

And I knew where she was going with this.

She was fucking this guy to get back at dad.

Q - So how does that make you feel?

A - Normally, good for her. Dad deserves to get cucked.

But then she started telling me more about him.

And eventually, I was like, wait, Gabe from Magnolia?

Her masseuse is also my yoga instructor.

And, well...

Oh my god my mom and I are eskimo brothers.

Q - Did you share this tidbit with your mom?

A - Hell no are you crazy?

Not sure what kind of relationship I have with my mom, but I'm sure it doesn't include that.

End session

Personal note:

I cannot deny that Elisa's new haircut and outfit did more than suit her. They stirred strong sexual feelings in me. I cannot make a pass at a patient, so I believe I will risk travel into Newcrest tonight and get a lap dance from one of the sexy Latinas at Picante.

Addendum: her name was Tami and I will visit her again

And it was still radio silence from my scientist friend.

I wondered what kinds of crazy things he was doing in that lab of his.

I usually flew out to meet with my publisher at the end of the week once or twice a month, and I liked to make a stop in Magnolia on the way back. While I was enjoying a drink at the hotel bar, Military Investigator Maggie Justus plopped down at my table.

She told me as the killer she was chasing seemed to have gone quiet, she thought she was going to be transferred out soon.

"Sorry to see you go," I told her, half-honestly.

"Before I go, I think I'm going to have a little fun to remember this burg by," she said. "Your friends Pedro and Joao? They have a bet on between them about which one of them can get in my pants first."

"How do you know that?"

"I'm military intelligence, and let's be honest, I'm one of the best. I have my ways. Plus, Joao's seduction game has all the subtlety of a sledgehammer."

"But, I was thinking it would be funny if neither one of of them wins. You know, I've always been a fan of your work. Both the written kind, and, you know, what you did on video a while back."

I knew where this was going.

After, when we were cuddling in bed, she teased me some more about Pedro and Joao: "Like I said, neither one of them wins."

"Right, I won, that's what you're saying?"

"Oh, you're definitely a champ, but no, I was thinking they could tie."

"I was thinking, maybe I could manufacture some reason why they both need to meet up here at the hotel."

"They aren't sure why, but they come in the room they've been told to."

"And who do they find? Me, waiting for them. Not with an arrest warrant, but with this hot pussy you just went to town on."

"I'd make them spitroast me."

"And DP me."

"Then I'd suck them both off."

"In my fantasy, they'd find this embarrassing, but honestly, I bet it wouldn't be the first time they've done it."

"Until they both blew their loads all over my face."

"I think that would be extremely hot, don't you? And neither one of them gets to win the bet."

My God, this was one freaky military investigator.

Anyway, this was the point I was really starting to drink too much.

I didn't recognize it at the time, of course.

But no matter what I was doing around the house, I always had a drink in my hand.

Sometimes, when I was sampling my wine that I'd been making, I didn't even bother dirtying a glass.

But then, one night, I did something insane. I got buck naked, stumbled out of my house, and went looking to party. At least, that's what I'm gathering from the report the booking officer gave me. I was completely blacked out the entire time.

I guess it involved a lot of noise and a lot of bothering other people, and I came back with a nasty bruise on my face, and had no idea how it got there, but eventually they were kind enough to drop the public indecency charge, and let me pay a small fine for violating the local noise ordinance.

But, of course, I kept drinking.

And then it hit me: inspiration! I sat down at the computer, and wrote my best work ever, a screenplay that would once again make me famous, in one night.

That's right. I was drunk as a goddamned skunk the night I wrote red.

Since it's time to talk about that film, I should note that Erin was going through some things at the time. The newborn was barely a year old, and Marco had been caught by the paparazzi out with his side piece (or one of them, I guess).

Erin's publicist had her give a big speech that alternatively asked for privacy...

...and defended Marco as accused without proof...

...and promised that she'd get through this no matter what.

How? She'd have to think about that. Probably dive deeper into her art.

So, anyway, finally I had a spark in the work world, but the climax (so to speak) of this chapter is what I saw on the internet. I knew that Lucy's first video was dropping, and I loaded up her site to watch it.

Just as promised, she and Joe had flipped the script, so to speak, and she was playing the older girlfriend back from college to wish her boyfriend a happy 18th birthday.

I guess they had decided the stepsister angle was too weird. Anyway, it was pretty hot porn, if a bit standard, but then, after they'd fucked a bit...

...the door opened, and she brought in her new friend from college to make Joe's birthday extra special!

Problem was, when they showed her face.

I immediately recognized her.

It was Pedro's stepdaughter, Kami! The one I'd caught having the affair with Bertie, but then didn't publicize for Pedro's sake.

I guess she'd decided to go into porn, now, and when she ran away to live with "friends," Lucy and Joe were whom she was talking about.

So, well, of course I kept watching. It was hot as fuck.

And when Joe started fucking Kami, I could tell this girl definitely had what it took to make it in...well, I would say porn, but honestly, anything sex. Anything sex she could be a star in.

Then Joe started to alternate between them. He was impressive, himself. So much stamina. But then, he was still 18.

Then it was time for the big finale, and all three of them were top notch.

So, I asked myself, do I tell Pedro about this? How do I tell Pedro about this?

Instead, I went out to the bar to mix another drink.

And sat back at my desk, and clicked "Replay."

Man, I have been making money hand over fist since the war ended. I have a great relationship with Pyotr. Mostly we keep to our respective sides of the ocean, but when we can, we pool our purchasing power to make even bigger deals. Like, a few weeks ago, I was in Selvadorada meeting with a big-time supplier.

He was willing to do business, but the minimum purchase was too big for me to move in a reasonable time.

So, that's where my new partnership with Pyotr comes in. We go in 50-50, get a great deal, and we both end up with product to put out.

I also got a glimpse at how he manages his girls. It's much simpler than what we do here. No big club to manage. He's just got a little cottage out in the sticks run by some old lesbian. Calls it "The Cabin."

But all the important Windenburg men, and more than a few tourists, know how to get there. It's cozy. Just a sitting room with a bar, and hot European women walking around in sexy underwear.

Until one of them strikes your fancy.

Then, you head off with her into one of the side rooms.

I ended up in one of the rooms with this hot little thing called Vanya. Georgian. Romanian. Armenian. I don't know. Some country way out east.

And when I told her I wanted to go in raw, she didn't mind one bit.

She really knew how to move her hips. Even with me on top, she was in control.

Until I pulled out and popped off all over her tits, of course.

Anyway, Corey and Demarius were actually out in Newcrest last week and stopped by Picante.

I told them about Kami, and how I'd promised her mother I'd find out where she ran off to and bring her back.

They hadn't seen her around.

I told them, if they did, let me know right away.

Of course they would, Corey said.

Of course, Kami was 18 now, so I'm not sure exactly what Elisa expected me to do. I couldn't imagine what kinds of trouble she was getting involved in right now, though.

But then a few days ago, I was at the gym with Joao.

He had some news for me: Alana was finally pregnant.

I told him Congrats! You just took one of my best strippers out of work!

He knew I was joking, but he did say, I better watch out, because he didn't think Alana was the only one baby crazy. Lately, Teresa has been calling him over a lot, and never letting him wear a condom. She said she just liked the way he felt raw, but he thought it was maybe a trap.

Which made me think of something that had happened just a couple of days before at the club. Teresa had snuck up on me in the bathroom and basically jumped on me. Said she was just horny as hell and needed some good dick.

Who was I to turn that down?

I don't like wearing a rubber, anyway, but I never worried with Teresa because I knew she was on the pill. Now, Joao had me thinking.

But, anyway, something else also caught my attention.

Isn't that the military investigator over there? Damn she's hot.

She sure is. Bet I can fuck her before you, Joao challenged me.

It's a race, I said.

Anyway, like I was getting at before, with the war over, business is booming, and I'm traveling a lot again. And nothing against Pyotr's whores, but I have found if you want the really classy pussy, you won't find it in the brothel. You'll find it with a sugar dating service. So glad I got turned onto that. When I'm in Windenburg, I visit Zippy.

Doing business in Komorebi? I visit Aiko.

Checking out my newest expansion in the Northeast? Time to check in on Kaitlyn.

And of course, if I'm out West, which I am often, I stay with Helen. She's the classiest of them all.

But I have gardens to tend at home, too. Gotta check in on the little ones. Miguel is getting so big.

And Alexa and I still have that spark.

And little Ines is healthy as can be.

And if anything, motherhood has made Maya's fine round ass even better.

And as a neighborhood leader, I can't ignore the other kids. I still have to check in on little Cora and the grieving widow Naomi.

That's one of my favorite stops.

Plus, I still have the club to keep track of!

That comes with a lot of stress, so of course, I need to find some release.

But don't worry, I also make sure there's enough gas in the tank to show some love at home to the wife.

Signing off,

Pedro

This hit me hard. Humber was a bad man, and I'd exposed many bad men in my career, but he was the first one who killed himself over it. The first person I killed, that's how I thought of it. I needed to get away, so I booked a trip to Windenburg. I ran into Pedro at the bar, who was doing some business with the Russians.

Even while I was there, my phone was blowing up with updates about the Humber saga.

I told Pedro about my conflicted feelings, but he just brushed them off.

"I'm glad the fucker's dead. I'm just sad I didn't get to do it myself."

Then he told me some bad news. Seems Kami had run away from home. Out west to live with some friends from school who were way too close to the porn and sex industry for Pedro's taste, but then, he always knew Kami was headed in that direction.

I pointed out that she was still 17, and he could get a legal order forcing her back. But he responded that courts were slow, and she would be 18 in a couple of months, so it was pointless. He also mentioned that her mother was devastated, so he'd probably have to take a trip out there to drag her back himself.

Of course, my purpose for being in Windenburg was actually to see Luisa.

It felt weird still, having an official sugar baby, but hey, what else was I going to do with all this money?

Besides, Luisa made my visits worthwhile.

And, of course, I knew Pedro would be visiting Zippy while he was in town.

I still thought it was strange that he turned Dmitry's old mistress into his new amante in Windenburg.

But then again, since Dmitry did order Charlotte's killing, I guess this was karma.

Anyway, on the way back home, I had a layover in Willow Creek, and I got accosted by Maggie Justus, that military investigator.

I was friendly as could be, but I wasn't going to give her anything on Pedro, or any of my other contacts.

"I know that," she said. "I'm here to say, I liked your story. But I'm disappointed you didn't come to us. I would have loved to have gotten my claws into that Humber pervert before he did himself."

"What are you talking about?" I asked her. "You'd have no jurisdiction over anything I reported."

"Oh you have no idea," she said.

And proceeded to school me.

"Most of what you found was piddly shit. Embarrassing, yes. Criminal, yes. Disgusting, certainly. But what you didn't think about were the implications of Humber's visits overseas. We have a treaty with Tomarang, which says all sex crimes committed by our servicemembers in their territory will be dealt with by a general court-martial."

"So what?" I asked.

"Humber was a reservist," she told me.

"Served overseas. Obviously, didn't really publicize it during his academic life. But he had a reputation"

"In Tomarang, he had a habit of trolling the red light district for whores."

"They liked servicemen, because that meant good pay, at least for them."

"He got caught with one of them in the upstairs bathroom at a local bar."

"And let me guess," I ventured. "She turned out to be creepy young?"

"Oh hell, we have no idea. She could have been forty for all we know. She disappeared. You think this is just about age? Did you ever catch Humber diddling any toddlers? No, this was about control for him. Something far more deep-seated. He kept at it, he was probably going to end up raping and killing some poor girl."

"Anyway, someone walked in on them who claimed to know the girl, but like I said, we couldn't find her during the investigation, so not much happened, other than he got transferred to Komorebi."

"Where he got up to the same shit."

"But again, we could never really pin anything on him. So, like I said, I wish you had come to us. We could have finally taken the fucker down."

"Well, now I know, I guess. A little late."

Then I asked her, "By the way, this stuff you were investigating is over, so why are you still here nosing around?"

"The killings at the Magnolia had nothing to do with the gang war, and you know it. Investigating them was my cover, but now that's blown, I intend to keep at it. This guy is still out there, and he will strike again. If I don't find him first."

So, yeah, there you have it. Ms. Justus was sticking around. She had a point about the hookers who got cut up at the Magnolia. Pedro had nothing to do with that, and no one really thinks Dmitry did, either. There's something else going on there.

So, anyway, I had been planning on stopping by the Foundry Cove, but this talk of Humber kind of put sex out of my mind, so I just went back to the hotel. But there, I found on my laptop waiting for me, an email from Devon.

Connor, my man!

Just wanted to catch up and let you know I haven't forgotten about my favorite journalist.

Also wanted to share a story with you that I can't share with Brooke or the other journos around here.

My old roommate Britney stopped by. She was a freshman now, and was in town for some big class project, and thought she'd check out my mansion."

Once I showed her my private gym, she said she wanted to work out. Claimed she was getting a little chubby.

I thought her ass looked just perfect.

But I played along, showed her some things.

Then I pulled the old "Pretend to get knocked down" trick at the punching bag.

And once she got her hands on this bod, she was hot and ready to go.

I swear to God, when she lifted up my shorts leg to get a handle on my meat, she said, "I have missed this dick so much."

So I knew it was on. She sucked me good.

I fucked her good.

Then she took me in her mouth again, and swallowed the biggest load I can remember launching.

I could see her struggling to keep it all in as I came, my sperm squirting out between her lips and my shaft.

But she still took it down, and stuck out her tongue to prove it, too.

Then we cleaned up together, and she just straight left.

God, I love life as an athlete.

And I love being a trusted journalist.

If you or someone you know is in crisis, call or text 988 to reach the Suicide & Crisis Hotline.

Or chat online at 988lifeline.org.

Oh, this is so awful! This reporter published this story in which he accused Bertie of all sorts of depravities! I can barely stand to mention them!

Bertie came over and tried to convince me they were all lies.

I wanted to believe him, I really did.

But there were so many girls, and the accusations were so detailed! And awful!

He said the reporter made it all up and probably paid these girls to say it happened.

Then he started getting angry with me! Can you believe it? He said if I was going to be his wife, I owed it to him to stand by him!

Well, you know me. I was having none of that. I told him to leave, and we'd talk again when I was ready.

So shortly after this, I got a call out of the blue from Ann. Remember Ann, my old college buddy who dropped out and moved out west to become a "Wellness Specialist?"

She works at some spa out there, while trying to save up money to open her own.

She made it sound like life was great for her, but she wanted to see how I was doing because, you guessed it, she heard about Bertie on the news.

I was never 100% comfortable around Ann. We were just so different. She was always more...forward with the boys, and therefore more popular than I was. Masseuse seems a natural profession for someone as handsy as her, to be honest.

Oh, heaven forgive me, I shouldn't assume such things, but every time I think of Ann, I imagine she's just using her massage gig as a front for dirtier things!

I mean, she did have a reputation in college.

And it never bothered her, either.

I remember she once told me, "Why should I care if people know I have sex? Sex is great. They should be having it, too!"

She was always pushing me to go out with boys and try to do...things with them.

But of course, I was too good of a girl for all that.

But Ann, she lived it up.

At least for the two years before she dropped out.

Anyway, she insisted I spend the weekend with her out in Oasis Springs, and she offered to foot the bill for my flight, and I was so mad at Bertie, I found a cat-sitter immediately, and went straight to the airport. First we went out for, can you believe this, morning wine!

I told myself it was technically afternoon in my normal time zone, so it was okay.

And I unloaded all my problems on her.

She was clear to me that none of this was my fault, if Bertie was some damn pervert, that was all on him.

When we finished our wine - she finished first, of course - she suggested we go get a massage. Of course, she'd do that!

So I found myself, not at the spa, but at some house out in the suburbs.

She explained, this was where her masseur lived. I told her, as long as it's safe and comfortable. You know I don't care for strangers touching me.

She said I didn't have to worry with guys like this. They were experts at touching.

It didn't take long for me to realize. This was erotic massage! Oh mom, I'm so sorry for bringing up such a horrible subject with you!

Ann was defiant. She said, I swear, "You are engaged to a pervert. You need to let off some steam. The best way to do that is with some Vitamin D."

This guy, Diego was his name, just stood there impatiently while I solved that little euphemism.

I actually did talk with Diego for a while, while Ann was getting ready for her turn, and he was a nice kid.

But then when Ann, half-naked, climbed on his table, and he started groping her, I knew that there was no way there could ever be my turn. I couldn't do it.

So I slipped out of there while she couldn't stop me, and left her to her own pleasures.

The rest of the weekend was awkward, but I flew back east as soon as I could, and instead of Vitamin D, I comforted myself with a nice meal, while thinking about what I should do about Bertie.

What do you think, Mom?

Love,

Kayla

And Lucy was going to tell a sob story about how Bertie Humber had ruined her childhood and stolen her innocence, and now she was doing porn because of it.

And you know her website was going to link my article prominently.

I also found a hooker in Tomarang willing to go on the record that Humber had been her client for many years.

And the icing on the cake, I'd found a current student, Kerri, who was only 16, and ready to state that she had recently signed up for Humber's tutoring, and he'd pressured her into sex on only the second session.

Of course, I'd be using fake names for all these girls, especially the one who was still underage. But they were on the record, and I had all the proof on paper.

So now it was time to talk to Humber himself.

I'd tell him I had multiple girls on the record stating that he'd used his position to pressure sexual favors from them while they were underage.

He'd deny it, of course.

Probably get angry.

I'd explain to his face what kind of awful pervert he was.

And he'd see the error of his ways, and give me all the details for my scoop.

Ha! Yeah, right. First of all, no, he wouldn't. Second of all, I'm not going to drop in on that guy and tell him I'm about to ruin his life. Maybe he walks around with a loaded gun all day?

So, instead I did the smart thing, and called him on the phone. He was none too pleased with what I had to say.

I did, however, meet his fiancée in person.

At first, she was very defensive of her soon-to-be husband.

But when I laid out the stories I'd gotten and all the girls I'd gotten them from, her anger turned to shock.

And then betrayal.

So I finished typing up my story, and sent it to my editor.

Then Aiyana came over, and I got to share my feeling of victory with her.

We celebrated with some drinks.

And then the endorphins and the alcohol and everything, well, you know how it goes.

That was one of my best days.

Brooke Larimer (Nordhaven)

Well, fans, I'm sitting here in the locker room as the players file in after what will surely go down as one of the most exciting matches in the historic rivalry between Windenburg 04 and Gammelvik FK. Although neither team could get the better of the other, as they fought to a 2-2 draw, Windenburg have to feel good about the action they saw from their young star Devon Douglass, who came off the bench in the middle of the second half, and knocked in the goal that leveled the match in the 80th minute.

This reporter has exclusive rights to his first interview, as this is the third of three sittings between us, for this feature that you are reading right now.

So before we talk about that, let me dig into my notes, and tell you what I've learned about Mr. Douglass these past six months.

It started when he was a freshman at Foxbury, already recognized as the best young star that college had seen in decades.

He was living in some off-campus housing, and sat down for an interview with yours truly.

From the beginning, I could tell that he had his head on straight.

"Look, I know I'm young," he said. "At this point, I'm just trying to get better and help my team win."

Pretty standard talking points, you might say. But refreshing to hear them from a kid who just a few days earlier was celebrating his 19th birthday, rather than the brash bravado you mostly get from guys in that age group.

He had a great situation, he said. Besides his studies, he could focus on his physical training.

And it just so happened his roommate was a fitness nut, too, so they could push each other.

He was glad he didn't live in one of the party dorms, but rather with someone he shared such interests with.

And he also had only praise for the support given him by the Foxbury program and their boosters.

I asked him about the rumors, which were already going around at the time, of him cutting school short and going pro.

"Look," he told me, "I'm going to do what's best for me in the long run, of course. I'm not stupid. But right now, I'm just focused on helping Foxbury win a championship."

And, of course, as we all know, Foxbury did win that elusive championship, and Douglass was a huge part of that success, and shortly after the title game, he announced that he was leaving school, and had been signed to a three year contract with Windenburg.

So the second time I sat down with him, it was at his newly purchased mansion in the wealthier section of Windenburg. Locals knew it as the house that used to be owned by the rich (and notorious) Villareal family.

I asked him how training was going.

He said it was great, he was getting to know his teammates, all that stuff, but of course, as with any young person with enormous newfound wealth, he just wanted to show off his stuff. He'd refurbished the mansion a bit. It was nice. He had a huge kitchen.

And even huger outdoor pool.

A luxurious bedroom.

And, of course, his personal touch, a private gym.

So what did he get up to in this giant domicile?

Well, he was learning to cook. Spent a lot of time in the kitchen researching healthy recipes that would fuel his body.

Of course he spent a lot of time in the gym training.

But he also invited friends over to work out together.

Sounds like the life, right? So that brings us back to now. He's just scored his first goal in the top league. Against his club's biggest rival. How did it feel?

Still sweating from the match, he tells me, "Honestly, our two clubs both have so much history, and that comes with respect. Do we want to beat them? Yes. But I don't hate them. I just relish the great competition."

Such mature thoughts for such a young guy. As he's getting changed into his street clothes, I notice between his many muscles a tattoo.

A stylized heart that says "Shiv" in the center. I ask him about that.

"She's my girl, since I was in high school," he tells me. "She's a couple of years behind me, so she's still there. We rarely see each other. She visited once, that's when she got me into cooking and eating healthy."

"But mostly, it's long-distance. We chat on the computer."

"Or maybe Facetime."

So you hear that, girls? He's taken! This Shiv, whoever she is, is one lucky girl.

But I have to ask him one more question. I noticed that he got a lot of cheers even here in Nordhaven, as a member of the visiting club.

"Well, like I said, it's mutual respect. I also like to think I play the game the right way. No cheap moves. No flopping. I think true soccer fans like that."

"So your star is taking off all over?" I ask him.

"In fact, I found out recently I already have a fan club chapter up here. I got to meet the president and shake hands and share my autograph."

So there you have it, folks. Soccer's upcoming newest star. You can bet this reporter will be following his career very closely.

And, believe me, everyone wanted him.

I witnessed him get worn out at least twice. First, he was in a foursome fucking Grace while Charlotte was getting railed by Noah.

Then he got grabbed by Meg and Flora for a threesome.

I bet that kid slept for a week after that gathering.

Anyway, about the timing. During Midsummer festivities, I was chatting with Grace, and happened to be telling her about my investigation into this pervert administrator for Britechester, and she said to me that she had a new girl, only 18, who had just moved here from out east, and had confided in her about how she'd been abused by her academic advisor. She put me in touch with her. Her (stage) name was Lucy Blu.

And she had recently moved to the West Coast with her boyfriend, Joe.

They were hoping to break into porn together. Joe was still 17, for a few more weeks, at least, so they had to wait a little longer to do it properly.

He said they were planning on a flip-the-script kind of entrance. Instead of the experienced guy introducing the teen girl to sex on her 18th birthday, Lucy would be the popular girl or cheerleader or whatever taking his virginity. He said they hadn't figured out the details yet, but were toying around with her being the older step-sister home from college to celebrate his birthday. Did I think that would fly?

I think sex sells, no matter what, I told him. But I really wanted to talk about Bertie.

Lucy admitted that Bertie was her first. He started fucking her when he was her academic advisor, and she was only 15.

Joe was admittedly uncomfortable during some of this conversation. Hell, so was I.

But we had to get it down. Lucy agreed to go on the record. That was one down, finally.

Joe didn't like it, but he'd support Lucy, whatever she decided.

So I was on my way, finally, on this story.

And now, I was stalking this Humber guy every chance I had to go out east. He seemed like a respectable guy. Had a fiancée. Even owned a dog, whom he cared for diligently.

But if you followed him long enough, he'd end up checking in on some (very) young woman, and he wasn't there just to go over multiplication tables.

Oh, and while I was out east, I stopped in to see Brooke. I'd recently finished editing her big feature on Devon, and it was going to be going to print soon.

She was excited to get something so big published at such a young age.

Even better, I told her, I was pulling some strings to make sure she got the cover.

Which, of course, she was quite grateful for.

And since I'd mentored her on so many things, she thought a little payback was in order.

But I saw something else while I was doing my trip out East, and this I didn't put in my update to my editor. This I went to Pedro for.

I asked him if his step-daughter Kami had taken any trips out there recently. She had, for college prep. Even though Pedro laughed that he knew she was never going to make it to college.

So I showed him what I'd caught while stalking Humber.

It was him meeting someone who looked familiar.

And getting very cozy with her upstairs in the lighthouse.

"I see where you're going," Pedro said. "Kami is far too sexually active for her age if you ask me. Looks a lot like her. But you can't even see her face."

"Yeah, but I caught her coming back downstairs after."

"Motherfucker," Pedro said. "I'm gonna have to kill this fuck."

Shortly after I got home from meeting Pedro, my phone rang. It was Britney, Devon's old roommate and fucktoy who had refused to talk to me about this story before.

"Don't use my name, and I'll tell you all about Bertie," she said.

Bingo.

Saturday, June 2, 2007

I was actually reading Amador to bed when I got the call.

That military investigator snooping around wanted to meet with me about something important. It was already getting late, but I figured I'd better find out what she wanted. What she wanted was to give me the news about Charlotte.

She said some Russian thug named Milan had weaseled his way into her home.

And then just flat out shot her in the face.

Part of me was furious. Part of me didn't believe her. But I had to play it cool to her. She was clearly trying to rattle me.

So I coolly thanked her for the information and got together with Joao, who had confirmed it with some of his contacts.

I told him, this was it. No going back now. This Milan fucker was a dead man walking, and we also decapitate.

And furthermore, I had a plan to do it. There was this old school Russian named Pyotr, who should have been tapped to run the organization, but had been pushed into semi-retirement by Dmitry. But Pyotr decided to step aside peacefully, and still had a lot of respect in all corners because of how he handled it.

So Joao went to have a conference with him.

He laid out our grievances, and Pyotr agreed we had a case.

So, the question was, if we make our move, can we do business with what's left over?

And, of course, the likely "left over" would be Pyotr himself. He knew that. He said we could do business.

Just one thing he required. The lunatics I'd unleashed, the ones who'd beat the whores to death. They had to go.

We were prepared for that, and Joao already had the green light to agree.

Of course, Joao told me Pyotr had a very pleasant way of sealing the pact.

"See this girl behind me? She works for me."

"Take her downstairs, and enjoy yourself."

Joao gladly accepted.

So, it all went pretty quick after that. While Joao and I took care of Milan, the hitters lured out Dmitry, by holding his mistress hostage.

When he came over to bargain for her, she fainted from fear.

And the hitters took out Dimtry for good.

I rewarded their work by comping a couple of girls at the club.

Then I gave them some bonus drugs, and told them about a wicked rave I knew was going on.

When they finally made it home the next afternoon, still rolling out of their skulls, they plopped down on the coach, and Joao stepped out of the closet.

So that's how it all shook out. Pyotr was now in charge in Windenburg.

This dude Karan, who hadn't done anything during the war to be ashamed of, was his new right hand man.

And he seemed to be enjoying managing Pyotr's girls. Even had one of his own to make some extra cash.

I was back to managing Picante in peace.

And Joao was back to trying to get Alana pregnant.

So just two little addendums that happened to me just this week. I was going back over to Windenburg to clean up a few loose ends, and with Charlotte gone and all, I was browsing through the Sugar Sims app, and who did I see looking for a date? Dmitry's old mistress, the Jew with the thick hair and huge tits. I had to jump on that.

So now I have a bed at the ready in Windenburg again.

And, of course, I had to take care of my neighborhood, and that meant stopping in on Naomi.

Letting her know I would take care of anything she needed.

She said she did need something.

And in no time, we were down in the basement, going at it like old times.

Yep, I still got it. Signing off,

P

There was a lot of buzz in the air about the latest killing. They found Katerina haphazardly stuffed under a bed at the Magnolia with her gut slashed open.

The cops said they had collected physical evidence. They were hoping to get a DNA match. Evidence suggested she had fucked her killer before he killed her.

But, I mean, she was a whore.

They were probably going to find semen from any number of men inside her.

One thing for certain, though: she saw her killer before he did it.

I got an email from Devon Douglas, the soccer player I was supposed to profile before I got pulled.

Yo Connor!

Life is even crazier now that the season has started! I got injured making a great play in a preseason game.

And when I got back to the dorm, there was a small party going on, and this one girl seemed to have her eye on me.

She said she had been at the game and was already a fan! Within minutes, we were upstairs, and she was going down on me!

I learned later she was a local pro that some booster had paid to give me a good time as a form of thanks for my performance.

I think I love being the big man on campus!

D.

So I had to break it to him that I was yanked from his story.

Devon-

My editor pulled me for something else. A new writer named Brooke Larimar will be doing your profile.

Don't worry! I met with her to share notes. She's a pro. And she's exactly what you need.

I like to live in the mud, but she wants to make a name for herself by making a name for someone else. I think that's going to be you. Anyway, I highly recommend her skills.

And don't worry, I didn't share any of the off-record background stuff with her. Secrets are safe with me.

After a few weeks, Devon emailed me again.

Connor

I heard from this Brooke you told me about. She seems solid. But I'm not going to confide in her the same things I confided in you. BTW, I moved out of housing already, and into an off-campus spot with a friend. A female friend. Shiv is upset about it.

She's worried that there might be something going on. I told her she doesn't need to worry.

But honestly, she does.

This girl is a freak!

I came home from practice, and she was half-naked and just said, "D, you look like you could use a good fuck."

And we got right into it.

And she's actually the perfect roommate for me. She loves working out, so we can go to the gym together.

Although, I think she's got some shady business going on with a drug dealer from Newcrest.

And she is just now finishing her senior year, but even though she spends all day smoking weed and goofing off, she seems assured of a spot at Britechester. Seems she has some arrangement with some important guy in the admissions office.

But, hey, she's a willing fuck whenever I get home horny, so I can't complain.

My response to this email was mostly "Congrats, man, I know what it's like to be waist deep in fine pussy, and I'm happy for you," but it was also, "Oh, by the way, maybe you could put me in touch with your roommate? I think she might be able to help me with another story I'm working on."

I mean, important man in the Britechester admissions office? Come on. This is too easy.

So Devon put me in touch, and when I had the chance, I swung over there to talk to her.

A lot of it was friendly stuff at first, about Devon and other college things.

But then I brought up Bertie.

She clammed up.

I tried to press her.

But she was having none of it.

I decided not to burn this bridge, and let it go. I'd come back to it again in the future.

I also ran into this military intelligence chick. Maggie Justus she was called. Hard to believe, honestly. That name was as unrealistic as Rock Hardin.

She was asking questions about the whores who were murdered.

I didn't know why she wanted to talk to me about this.

But I figured it out when she mentioned Pedro.

She wasn't investigating the whores. She was investigating Pedro.

I told her I didn't have anything, and curtly said goodbye. Got home to find another short email from Devon.

We won the conference invitational today, you won't believe what my booster friend bought me!

Jealous, I closed my email program, and browsed the news. Breaking news from Windenburg, and as soon as I opened it, I knew it was trouble. Well-known High Society Figure Gunned Down At Home.

What the author of the Windenburg Zeitung article didn't know, but I did, was that this was Pedro's girl. Not his whore. His girl.

TRANSCIPT OF INTERNATIONAL PHONE CALL

COLLECTED PURSUANT TO JUDICIAL WARRANT 34-07056-B

JOAO CALLES (JC) AND UNKNOWN SUBJECT (UNSUB)

TRANSLATOR: DV

UNSUB: HEY MAN. WORD HERE IS THINGS ARE GETTING HOT WHERE YOU AT.

JC: NO DOUBT. AFTER THE HIT ON GOMES, P HAD NO CHOICE BUT TO RESPOND. HE SENT THE HITTERS TO WINDENBURG.

UNSUB: WAIT, I THINK I HEARD...

JC: YEAH. THEY WERE TROLLING THE CLUBS. ACTUALLY SAW DMITRY.

JC: BUT THEY HAD NO MANDATE FROM P TO GO AFTER DMITRY, SO THEY LET HIM BE. LOOKING FOR ANOTHER TARGET. BET P WISHES NOW THEY'D JUST DONE HIM.

UNSUB: SHIT, I KNOW WHERE...

JC: SO THEY COULDN'T FIND ANYONE BUT DMITRY'S WHORES.

UNSUB: AND DECIDED TO HAVE SOME FUN.

JC: DMITRY HAS GOOD WHORES. SO YEAH, THEY HAD FUN.

UNSUB: BUT THEN WHAT I READ...

JC: RIGHT. THEY DECIDED TO SEND THEIR MESSAGE WITH THESE GIRLS THEY'D JUST FUCKED.

UNSUB: MAN, THIS IS GETTING MESSY.

JC: P WAS FURIOUS WHEN HE FOUND OUT.

UNSUB: SO WHAT HE DO?

JC: WE HAD A SIT DOWN.

JC: AND P LAID IT OUT THAT ONLY EXPLICIT ORDERS AUTHORIZED A MOVE.

JC: BUT FROM THE WAY THESE LUNATICS REACTED, I FELT LIKE THE MESSAGE WASN'T GETTING THROUGH.

UNSUB: SO I GUESS IT'S ON NOW.

JC: IT IS. LIFE HERE IS STRANGE NOW. IT'S LIKE EVERYONE IS WORRIED THEY COULD GET KILLED (DV: OR "ERASED" OR "WRITTEN OFF") AT ANY MOMENT, SO WE ARE LIVING LIFE TO THE FULLEST.

UNSUB: WHAT LIKE A BUCKET LIST OR SOMETHING?

JC: SOMETHING LIKE THAT. MAYBE MORE LIKE JUST GETTING IN A LAST GREAT FUCK BEFORE THE CURTAIN FALLS.

UNSUB: MAN YOU GUYS REALLY ARE ALL ABOUT THE PUSSY.

JC: IT'S DEEPER THAN THAT. P HAS FAMILY TO WORRY ABOUT. FAMILIES, ACTUALLY. THERE'S HIS OLDEST, WITH HIS EX.

JC: THEN HIS WIFE WITH HIS DAUGHTER AND STEPDAUGHTER.

UNSUB: THAT'S A LOT TO WORRY ABOUT.

JC: THEN HE HAS HIS YOUNGEST WITH MAYA. BASICALLY TOLD HER TO SKIP TOWN. DON'T THINK SHE'S GOING TO LISTEN.

JC: HELL, EVERYONE IS HITTING PANIC MODE. I CAUGHT P'S FATHER IN LAW SNEAKING INTO HIS MISTRESS'S PLACE WITH A LOOK ON HIS FACE LIKE HE WAS ABOUT TO ENJOY HIS LAST FUCK EVER.

UNSUB: AND YOU?

JC: WELL, I'M FOCUSED ON GETTING READY FOR THE RUSSIANS. I KNOW THEY GETTING READY FOR US.

JC: BUT, YEAH, LIKE EVERYONE ELSE, I'M FINDING PUSSY IS A GREAT WAY TO EASE THE TENSION.

JC: PLUS I GOT ALANA WORRIED, TOO.

JC: SHE FLAT TOLD ME IF I'M GOING TO GET MYSELF KILLED, I GOTTA PUT A BABY IN HER FIRST.

UNSUB: WHAT?

JC: YEAH, WE GOT SO MUCH MONEY NOW, NO REASON FOR HER TO KEEP HOOKING.

UNSUB: SHE STILL DANCE THOUGH?

JC: SHE DANCES, BUT THAT'S IT. SO NOW SHE COMES HOME HORNY, AND SHE WANTS KNOCKED UP, SO I'VE BEEN GOING IN RAW EVERY NIGHT TO MAKE IT HAPPEN.

UNSUB: WELL, GOOD LUCK.

JC: NOT SURE HOW MUCH TIME WE HAVE, THOUGH. RIGHT BEFORE YOU CALLED, I GOT WORD. ANOTHER GIRL GOT HIT.

UNSUB: RETALIATION?

JC: NOT SURE YET. BUT I DO KNOW SANDY RUN IS STARTING TO FILL UP WITH DEAD BODIES.

UNSUB: HEY, THAT WAS THE WOMAN YELLING AT ME AGAIN. GOTTA GO.

JC: LATER

-END TRANSCRIPT-

So the war started on New Year's Day, 2007. But I'll get to that in a second. As 2006 closed, I still had radio silence from Just A Scientist, but I was still working things. At home, Aiyana and I were doing great.

Regular date nights. She loved watching scary movies with me.

And I loved how during the scariest parts, she needed physical contact to feel safe.

Let me be clear, Aiyana was the real deal for me. This wasn't just sex. But, I liked that part, too.

Now, I might have hit dead air on the scientist story, but I was definitely following up on this sex pervert story. Bertie Humber was his name, as I'm all sure you already know by now, because of what happened later. Vice Chancellor at Britechester University. I was stalking him at this point. Every chance I got to head out east, I was looking for him.

And he had a respectable side. A fiancee.

But I snapped a lot of pics of him visiting other girls, too.

Most of them students.

And in a lot of cases, I don't mean college students. I mean college applicants.

No question he was using his position to get his rocks off with young women that struck his fancy. Just like Meg had told me.

But, my investigation had to take a pause when the bosses sent me on a bit of a whirlwind. First, they wanted me to profile this athlete in Myshuno. Fresh out of high school, about to enroll in Foxbury, he was tapped as the greatest soccer star in a generation. He'd be playing in Europe within a couple of years.

Devon Douglass was his name, and he oozed confidence. He already knew he was a future superstar. All of 19, I asked him what it was like to already be this famous.

"Off the record?" he asked?

"Of course," I said. "For the moment."

"Off the record, man, I'm drowning in pussy."

"I never thought even a couple of years ago the women would be this easy, but I'm banging classmates."

"Neighbors."

"Rich housewives I met at the gym."

"Even a porn star from around the way makes regular visits."

"On the record, I'm just focused on getting prepared for my arrival on campus, so I can help my team in any way possible."

I started to tell him that was a fine answer, and was about to shift into on-the-record questions, but my phone rang, and my editor reassigned me in the middle of the interview.

"What the fuck is this?" I asked him.

"Get on a plane. Newcrest. Crime shit going down."

Apparently, the Russian mob had made a move against Pedro's organization, and some poor guy who worked for Pedro had taken the wrong end of it.

He didn't actually have anything to do with Pedro's more black market activities. Dude was just a janitor at his strip club. But the Russians decided to send a statement, and they picked him, seemingly at random, as the recipient.

I made it to Newcrest in time to photograph the funeral.

The widow Naomi was despondent.

And Gomes had left behind a little girl, Cora.

I could see the others trying to console her.

But even though I didn't get all the words from my vantage point, I could tell that it was Pedro who promised what she wanted: revenge.

She was eager to see him keep this promise.

After the ceremony, I slipped off to the casino around the way with Pedro to talk.

"Look, let me start with how sorry I am for your loss," I told him, "and to continue that I'm not just here as a friend, but also as a journalist."

"So your editor sent you?"

"He did. He doesn't know I know you. I should turn the assignment down as a conflict of interest."

"Don't do that," he said. "I need a guy covering this I can trust."

"Hey, you can count on me. My editor is going to expect certain things, though. Like probably your name and what you're known for."

"I get it, but keep it professional and vague. Accused of. Rumors of. Unproven charges. Never convicted.  That sort of shit."

"And as always, please accept my hospitality at Picante before you head back home to write this shit up. You know the girls there love you."

"Thanks," I said. "I think I will swing by."

And that's how Pedro was. Always buying people off. Maybe with money. Maybe with a free blowjob from Catalina. But, who was I to complain? Catalina sucked a mean dick. And even if I wasn't the kind of guy who could be bought, I wasn't about to fuck with Pedro. Besides, I was smart enough to know this was just the first salvo in a much bigger conflcit.

STATUS REPORT 2006-1467

AGENT: MAGGIE JUSTUS

POSTING: WILLOW CREEK

OPERATION: HIGH SODIUM

I will start this report with a memorialization of a memo I sent to Ops yesterday. The facilities in the Willow Creek base are unlivable. Sanitation is unacceptable. I think it is imperative that funds for repairs and upgrades are allocated immediately. If my posting requires my stay to extend past three months, and the proper repairs are not made in that time, I will request an additional per diem to cover the costs of a hotel stay, per S.M.R. 34(c)(7). I put all of this information into the aforesaid memo, and copy it here to make it part of the official case record.

Now, to the operation at hand: posting me here under the guise of investigating the murder at the Magnolia Hotel during the Summer Officers' Ball has worked splendidly. As I have interviewed locals, it is clear that my cover is accepted, and no one suspects an ulterior motive.

I have even been able to make contact with secondary target Joao Calles.

Although I get very little information from him. The best strategy remains to ingratiate myself with the women.

My cover story of investigating the death of the sex worker in Magnolia gathers special sympathy from them.

At this time, I must reference the previous report (2006-1396) from my colleague in Windenburg. Evidence was strongly laid out therein that the Ivanov organization is gearing up for some kind of war. Besides new players being added to the mix, Dmitry Ivanov himself is avoiding his known regular haunts, and even his own house, mostly holing up with his Jewish mistress.

I can state with 85-90% certainty that the Menendes organization is also preparing for conflict. First, some members have been travelling to Windenburg quietly, and making contact with known members of the Ivanov org. I believe they are try to pry, or even force, information out of them.

They have many tested methods available for doing this.

Second, there is an increase in communication between Pedro Menendes and known business contact Saed Ruhollah. I believe Ruhollah is also collecting information during his visits to relevant parties, usually prostitutes, and sharing it with Menendes.

Third, in Newcrest, as in Windenburg, new pieces are being added to the board. Within the past week, Menendes has brought in a certain type of muscle.

On the street, these guys are known as "pipe-hitters." This refers to their dependence on drugs, as well as their known affinity for violence. Traffic on local street corners and at local brothels has increased since their arrival.

Am currently working on firm ID. These men are clearly recognized in the underworld, but do not appear on any watchlists I've checked so far. Perhaps the experts at Simsley will have better luck with their pictures, which I am attaching to this memo.

Conclusion: the odds are very good that we are heading to a very violent conflict between these two criminal enterprises. We should be prepared to strongly react to whatever conflict breaks out and take down the important actors as quickly as possible.

Signed,

AGENT JUSTUS

Personal addendum:

Boss, this town sucks. It's almost impossible to find anything interesting to do. Not entirely, but almost. Best I found was a fellow health nut who was willing to discuss fitness and wellness techniques with me.

But I need more than that to stay stimulated.

So maybe I'm not in that much of a hurry, but once this case is over, please assign me to a posting somewhere more interesting? Sulani, maybe?

Thanks,

Maggie

But it was silence on his end.

But luckily, I got a lead out of nowhere on my other story. Some background: a really bad wave of the clap and trich combined had swept through the swingers' club, and we had to cancel events until people got cleaned up. Normally, we all sort of just took this in stride. We knew some of our members were professionals, and they might sometimes catch something. Although, honestly, I had it from Chad that he and Grace were both clean, so this probably came from one of the other guys deciding to get his rocks off in the city. Anyway, as a group, we didn't really pursue that kind of thing, and just chalked it up to bad luck, and took a break. But those of us who knew we were clean sometimes hung out unofficially, and I was visiting Meg one day, and I happened to mention my experience in Tomarang.

I told her how I'd seen this touristy guy and how he'd looked familiar, but I couldn't place him. She asked me to describe him.

So I told her, you know, nerdy, awkward, beard, glasses, kind of creepy but also kind of lame.

She surprised me with, "Well, of course he looked familiar. You've seen him, here. Maybe never met him, but you saw him I'm sure when he was tutoring me."

Apparently, this guy was some big education official from Britechester who had been in charge of getting high school students ready for the admissions process. Meg told me that mostly meant helping her with homework, and then bending her over the couch and fucking her. Who was this guy, I asked?

"Bertie Umber," she said. "Fucking pervert. Not a bad fuck, though."

"I was already 18 when I met him," Meg continued. "But from what I've heard, if you ask around the prep schools, you'll find girls who met him much younger."

"And that's probably what attracted him to Tomarang."

"Exactly," she said. "Like I said, fucking pervert."

Anyway, later that week, I was travelling out east, and stopped at Foundry Cove, and the girls all came to say hello.

On a whim, I showed them the pics I'd taken of this pervert and asked if they recognized him, and they did!

"Oh yeah," Cherry said. "He's not local, but he always stops by when he's in town. Straight monger. No watching for him, Always wants to play."

"And he always asks for the youngest girl on staff. Right, Livia?"

So Livia told me a story about the last time he'd been in, just a month or so ago.

He picked her out, and went straight upstairs.

And apparently he liked it rough. Throat fucking.

Ass fucking.

He was not a gentle lover.

I knew I had to make this a story. This guy was an important individual, and apparently a sick pervert. I was going to bring him down.

While I was there, I did run into this cam girl who worked for Grace and also danced there. I was lucky to be there the same night she was. Got an awesome lap dance.

That really has nothing to do with the story, but I wanted to fit that in somehow.

So, I definitely had a big lead on this sex trafficking (or maybe sex tourism?) story. But it was going to take some time to find the next step. Meanwhile, I checked in with my favorite porn stars, and I had to say my man Jamal had this new concept that was absolute fire. Basically, the gimmick was he'd invite strippers back from Planet Honey to his crib, and pay for a private dance, which always turned into more.

It's actually pretty damn hot watching a porn video, and realizing you know the girl there.

I'd gotten dances from Latasha before.

Hell, I'd fucked her before.

And here was Jamal getting ridden by a big booty goddess I knew from experience was an expert.

And when he started pounding her doggystyle.

Not gonna lie, I almost didn't make it until the end.

But I did, and then watching her quiver on the floor like that, I asked myself, did she do that when I fucked her? I don't remember her doing that.

But it's just a movie, I reminded myself. She's just acting.

Friday, November 17, 2006

So this all started with Chad. I was in town on business (of course) while he was closing a deal with another porn producer to do a special video. He was going to team up with his usual partner in crime, Jamal.

But the star was this new girl who had never worked with either BGP or AEP before. Some guy named Lothario had her under contract, and he was very protective of her. Chad had to convince her a collab was good for her career, so she could take it back to her boss.

And either he sold it, or she just liked the look of what Chad and Jamal were packing under their shorts, because she did agree, and got this Lothario guy to sign off, too. It was a pretty hot threesome.

Her name was Lisa Jay. She was just 19 and fresh in the industry, but you could tell she'd already had a ton of experience.

And she definitely had a thing for big black cock, which meant she got along with Jamal just fine.

Anyway, it was a damn hot video, and it got lots of plays. Since I was in town during the wrap, Chad invited me to the party, as he usually does.

As hot as Lisa Jay was, there was this other girl, Alina, her best pal, apparently, but not in the business herself, that caught my eye.

I could tell she was classy, and tried to play the high class guy, but of course, this was a porn film wrap party, so, that was a hard sell.

But I'm not one to give up so easily, so I made plans to find a reason to run into her again. Meanwhile, I had a regular meeting with Britney, and while it wasn't strictly part of her job, I used her to learn a little bit about this Joe guy, Kami's "lab partner."

He's a good guy, she said. Doesn't treat any of his women like shit.

What do you mean "women?" I asked. He has multiple?

Oh, yeah, she told me. He's fucking half the school. As he should with a dick like that.

I'm sorry, what?

And she flat told me, his dick could rival my own. And all of 17, he already knew how to use it like an expert.

Tell me more, I said.

Guy's a pothead, she told me.

And he works at some shitty fast food joint to pay the bills.

Although she heard that he'd started earning extra money doing cam shows with his giant dick online. He had to fake a birth certificate to get his account open, of course, but I guess he got extra money that way. And Britney was just one of many girls in school he was regularly fucking. She told me how they'd fucked just last week right in the middle of the library during a study session.

But, she told me, just a few days later, they had the annual career fair at school, and she saw him slip off into the bathroom with some girl named Lucy.

She saw nothing wrong with this.

After all, she said, he wasn't lying to any of them. They all knew he was fucking everyone.

So my step-daughter was falling prey to a sex maniac. That was what I took from it.

Anyway, Lisa Jay was in town for a location shoot, and she dragged her friend along with her, which gave me a chance for another date with her.

We had a great time, and she was sexy as fuck in the black dress, but still. No putting out from her.

This was going to be the hardest score I ever made.

Meanwhile, Julie's murder was attracting interesting attention.

Some chick from the military police was asking around.

Eventually, she got an interview with Maya, so I got the scoop.

I guess there was some kind of officers' ball going on downstairs while Julie was done, and so the military stepped in to lead the investigation.

Maya was scared because this investigator knew Julie danced for her.

Also, Maya may have been high as a fucking kite while she was getting questioned.

Joao saw this chick, too, while at the gym.

He didn't approach her, but now he knew what she looked like, he promised to keep an eye on her.

I also got some disturbing news from Lima, my bartender.

She told me, basically off hand (but maybe to make me jealous?) about this great fuck she'd just had this week.

I'm all like, hey girl, you do you, I'm happy for you.

And she was all, hey, if you were available every time I wanted a good dicking, I wouldn't need anyone else, but you're in too much demand.

I knew she was buttering me up, but I'm all, damn straight I'm in demand.

So she started to tell me about this great dicking she had just had, whether I wanted to hear about it or not.

He was a massage specialist who had a tendency to get handsy.

Which Lima liked.

And, like I already said, she was keen on talking about how great his dick was.

And he finished every massage session with a torrid fuck.

She said she always had multiple orgasms during her sessions with him.

But what really bothered me was she told me his name was Gabriel. It sounded familiar. Then I remembered, I'd seen Gabriel's Spa as a line item charge on my credit card. I'd never been there, of course. But Elisa was a very devoted massage connoisseur. 

No way my wife is letting this guy fuck her, right?

Anyway, I also had news coming in from Windenburg. My boy Saed, well, he might have both a wife and a concubine, but he still needs to stray, you know? And in Windenburg, that means Dmitry's girls.

And he told me he'd heard from Margot that Dmitry had some new muscle in town. New girls, too, but the new muscle is what had me worried. I'd have to keep an eye out.

Maybe make an excuse to visit Margot myself. She was a fun visit, after all.

But, anyway, my dear diary, I am finally up to current time. Fall is almost over, and it is ending for me with a bang. I was back out west selling some more product, and on a hunch, I visited Alina again. I figured one more shot, right?

So once I had her good an flirty, I made a move. Again.

And this time, she was receptive.

But it got even better, as her roommate, the young porn star Lisa Jay? She just casually walked into the room to watch us fuck.

And in no time, she had joined us.

This was clearly not the first time these chicks had shared a dick.

I'm not sure I can rank nuts, but if I can, that has to be top ten.

Signing off,

Pedro.

It's amazing how time flies. I couldn't believe how 2006 was already slipping into Lame Duck Mode. And things were moving slowly for me. Dead end on the human trafficking story. But my pal at the lab did reach out again.

Mr. Strathclyde

My work is progressing very well, as far as it can go in these sterile settings.

I am making technological progress beyond what I imagined.

And I think I am very close to building the device that will let me test the spores' language in earnest.

I just need a little more time. But if you are patient, I will agree to your suggestion that we meet to go over it in more detail.

Sincerely,

JAS

So, that was still happening. On the home front, Grace finally worked off the baby fat and got back to work. As they had promised, Grace and Chad did a romantic couples scene first.

But that's not what her paying customers are giving up their hard earned simoleons for. They wanted to see her get absolutely drilled, and she didn't disappoint. Her second video after the baby was a gangbang to put all other gangbangs to shame.

What can I say? Girl knew how to take some dick.

Anyway, about this time, I finally pulled the trigger on my own new path to some hot pussy. Pedro had given me the lead for this sugar dating app he used a while back. He had honeys all over the world. Wherever he traveled, he had a warm bed waiting for him. I had been scrolling and looking at profiles for a while, but hadn't tried to chat anyone up. But since I was about to go to Windenburg for a book signing tour, I looked back through the offerings.

And found this super hot Italian chick who was looking for a "daddy" as they say. I made a date with her.

And we hit it off so well, we ended up back at her place.

And it was worth it.

Her skin tone told me that she had a lot of Sicilian blood in her. With African roots.

Which of course didn't bother me at all. If anything, it was hot as hell.

And holy shit could she ride a dick.

I mean, I could have just hired an escort, and that would have cost less, but this was way better.

And now every time I'm in Windenburg, I give her a fat wad of cash, and I have a place to stay. And it's spectacular.

Dear Katerina,

Life is going very well for me since everything went down and Dmitry has decided to leave me alone.

I have left my employment at the "burger joint" as they call it, and am working to becoming a star in this adult film industry that is so big out here. It is slow going, but I enjoy the work. Having sex for fun instead of to be paying off the debt is so liberating. I like to go out dancing.

And if I meet an attractive man at the club, I just go for it.

Even if it is possible others are watching! It is so dangerous and sexy!

And while I am waiting for more opportunities to make films, I make a lot of money simply by logging into my internet here and playing with myself on camera. People actually pay me money to watch this, can you believe it?

And my fellow actors are a blast. Last week, I hopped on a plane with a girl named Skye who I have become friendly with, and we danced the night away in Windenburg!

And when I met a sexy man there and followed him to the water closet...

...It did not take long for Skye to find us, and we both took care of him - it was a very satisfying threesome.

I hope things are going just as well back home with you and the other girls!

Love,

Iliana

Dear Iliana,

Life is very much the same grind here that it has always been. I dance for losers.

And then do more for them upstairs.

And of course, even though I kick up to Joao now, it is still Pedro's club, so when he sees me across the room, I have no choice but to make time for him.

But I am trying at least to be expanding my horizons when I have the free time to do so. I practice cooking and painting and any other hobbies that don't involve getting fucked.

I think I have a natural talent for painting. One client saw a painting I recently did and said it was sexy, but I don't know why he thought that.

It was just a painting of a steak. But he hinted that he might be able to help me get my art sold. That was nice.

Sometimes I get outcalls for rich clients up in Willow Creek. That is nice. Their houses are fancy and they pay better.

But I do have some terrible news. Julie decided to start turning tricks again. She just wasn't making enough money giving lap dances at the club.

Of course, Pedro had forbidden this, on account of her positive test, so she had to do it alone, without him knowing. That meant catering to some of the most debased clients.

It also meant she had no protection. And something terrible happened.

Julie is dead. We don't know who did it. We are pretty sure Pedro did not. Because even though she wasn't under his protection, he was furious. He had a meeting with Maya and Joao about it.

I do not know what they talked about, but I assume it was violence, because Joao showed up horny that night, and he wanted it rough. Only the prospect of violence puts him in that kind of mood. So I had to let him fuck me like a jackhammer.

He even put his hands around my neck.

And pushed my head down into the floor.

And when he came, he pounded me so hard it was painful.

So I think if they find this man who killed Julie, it will not go nicely for him.

We miss you Iliana, I am glad things are going better for you than they are to be going for us.

Love,

Katerina