CHAPTER ELEVEN
"I don't know," said the Madam Teas, "we have done everything possible to make that man happy, and still he doesn't seem to get enough of whatever it is he wants."
She was referring to their neighbor, a Mr, Peekers. The girls had offered the man free f***s, free sucks, free everything, and still Peekers insisted on complaining and giving the house on Charles Avenue a bad name. "I'll tell you what," said sweet Dee Dee, "I'll go over and have a little talk with him. Maybe one last try would do it."
Dee was a sweet child with long dark hair. She'd been a w***e for about five years, and she had a skinny body, but big, jumbo breasts. She knew how to move her legs, how to talk to a man, and most of all, how to f**k like a
madwoman. She had the best reputation in town for good
