“Please accept my deepest apologies for barging in on you in such a manner.” He was leaning on the wall near the television stand, immaculately dressed in a black, three piece suit. “And what do they want with me?” He'd become so upset that he didn't notice that the room wasn't empty anymore. "Who in the hell are these people?” he yelled to an empty room. He paced in front of the front door a few times and blew up. He stepped toward the bedroom door where the moaning had stopped and then back to the front door to avoid confronting the dark haired woman that he wanted so much yet intensely feared, not knowing why. Now Oscar's anger started to really flare. “That's a good question indeed.” And she walked into the bedroom and closed the door behind her. "You know, that's a good question, Mister Abernathy.” she calmly answered as she stood up and walked across the room. "Just who in the hell are `we'?” he asked with anger in his voice. I suppose we should have contacted you sooner, but you know how hard it is to find good help these days.” “It goes without saying that your actions over the years would make some kind of payment necessary, sooner or later.
She took a long pull from her cigarette and blew the smoke toward Oscar defiantly. "We're here to discuss business.” she continued, her smile becoming more genial. When he looked back at the young girl she grinned menacingly at him, like the dark haired woman had. His head turned as the gasps reached another heated climax. Her words were echoed by the rising gasps of the woman in the bedroom, and Oscar's temper began to wear thin with the uninvited visitors. “I would think one as powerful as you would value the consideration of a host.” "Are you always so rude to your guests, Mister Abernathy?” she asked. "Who are you people.” he asked as he approached her. Light blue eyes seemed to smile at him from her pretty face. Her legs were gracefully crossed and a cigarette smoldered in her hand. Bright red lipstick was generously applied to her lips and her eyes were also excessively made up. Her blond hair reached almost to her waist and she wore a red, backless dress that outlined her supple figure, her pert nipples visible through the fabric that scantily covered her breasts. Oscar looked up and saw a young girl of sixteen or so sitting at his dining table near the kitchen door.
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