"She loves you."

"Yeah. She gives me a peck on the cheek now and then, but no love and no affection."

"I thought you two were close," Conchi said, taking a sip of her brandy.

"We aren't, and if you drink more of that brandy you'll get drunk-so drunk, I hope, that I'll be able to fuck you."

"Why don't you go home?"

"Because I want to fuck you!"

"Go!" Conchi said.

"Okay, okay-but where's my twenty-five?"

Conchi finished her brandy and stood up. "If you would stop using those filthy words and have some clean thoughts I would remember to pay you for your sperm."

While his aunt went for the money Keith put on his light jacket. He picked up the photos from the table and shuffled through them. His cock tightened beneath his slacks. Aloud he said, "Cunt! Cunt! Cunt!"

He didn't hear his aunt come up behind him. "Don't praise me, Keith. Here's your money."

Keith took the money and kissed his aunt. "Goodbye, auntie," he said. He walked to the door and opened it. He turned to face his aunt. "If you change your mind, auntie, and want to feel a prick in your cherry cunt, call me."

"Scat!" Conchi said. "My cherry, as you call it, goes to my grave with me."

Keith laughed. "Want to bet?" he asked.

Chapter 2

If you were to ask Frank Kazarra what he thought about the building, ten to one he'd say "Magnifico!"

But he's biased! He not only owns it, he also built it.

The six-story edifice is on the corner of Classic Place and Manor Avenue. It is officially called The Kazarra Apartments but the tenants refer to it as The Apartment. It is a luxury dwelling halfway between the University and the main part of town.

The ground floor is given over to little shops where transients and tenants can buy drugs, liquor, and newspapers. A boutique sells fashionable clothing and gifts for women, while a restaurant caters to the stomach of almost anyone who enters the place.