-flashback narrative-

On a hot summer night.
Would you offer your throat to the wolf with the red roses?
Will he offer me his mouth?
Yes
Will he offer me his teeth?
Yes
Will he offer me his jaws?
Yes
Will he offer me his hunger?
Yes
Again. Will he offer me his hunger?
Yes
And will he starve without me?
Yes
And does he love me?
Yes
Yes
On a hot summer night.
Would you offer your throat to the wolf with the red roses?
Yes
I bet you say that to all the boys.

The song then began at full force; upbeat and cheerful, matching his mood perfectly. The glee he felt was over whelming and Max smiled from ear to ear as any expectant father wood. This was going to be his fifth child. He had known he had wanted a fifth when he first set eyes on one of his regular customers with his own child, no more than 15 she snuck up behind her father and covered his eyes playfully asking him to guess who it was. He felt a pang of jealousy as he saw the love and bond coursing between father and daughter, but soon enough he would have a "little girl" of his own.

Oh sure Maria, his clerk was precious to him, had been for years, but his third eldest boy the goofy, fun-loving Paul had taken to romancing and wooing the dark skinned beauty named Maria within two weeks of her working in the video store, after he had worked so hard pulling her off of the streets of Santa Carla and sprucing her up to be full blown daughter material. He shook his head and slightly scowled; he was just going to have to settle for Maria being his son's girlfriend,… that is if that doofus son of his ever caught on that the girl was interested in something a little more substantial than mere flirtation.

The search for the perfect daughter had been brutal; night after night of scoping through the girls who both entered and past by his shop hoping to find an intelligent, well-mannered girl with a fairly decent, non-self-consumed head on her shoulders,… a true daddy's girl. He had hoped to find a homeless girl or at least a girl between the ages of 14 and 18 with bad circumstances to make the transition a little easier on everyone. He didn't like complications.

He also had his boys to take into consideration; after all his "little princess" whoever she was, was going to be their little sister. He needed a sturdy girl who could handle his boys the way he did, cool and collect as possible and a girl who could handle there ware and tare of the crazy gimmicks. He knew she couldn't be too-too pretty because boys will be boys and to him incest was not an option, but she couldn't exactly be a dog either and affect their image. He needed a girl that could maybe instill logic and responsibility into the boys without being a pest and always wanting to do only what she wanted to do. In short, he didn't want yet another rebel child. He was looking for a needle in a haystack,.. or so he thought.

He smiled as he remembered his new neighbors. When she opened the door singing softly to the radio, brown hair still wet and tussled, greeting him warmly with tact and such elegant class beyond her years he knew what he wanted,… He had hoped to find a homeless girl or at least a girl between the ages of 14 and 18 with bad circumstances to make the transition a little easier on everyone. He had never liked complications,… but this time,… he was willing to make an exception.

He grinned as he watched his boys stride into the video store in a single file line an air of cockiness about each one of them. David smirked at him waiting for his demand.

Max adjusted his glasses. "Boys, looks like I've found you a sister,.. her name is Mia."


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