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Chapter 536 Bad News for Carl

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Eric's first memory was his mother finding him sucking her boyfriend's dick. Most mother would have been furious. A few might have shrugged it off because the boyfriend was a good or needed provider. His mother told him that no one gets sucked for free and demanded the boyfriend of the moment pay her and then they went to a toy store and he got a toy. He couldn't remember what toy he got anymore. Since that day when his mother was a little short of money, he helped out by sucking men's dicks for toys and money.

In first grade, he'd started to get part of the money his mother made off him. He was bragging about it to another kid when a teacher overheard. She reported it; he was taken from his mother. His father was in prison so he began a journey through the legal and foster care system.

He left the group home he was in when he was sixteen and never looked back. When he was eighteen, he decided to find his mother. A quick internet search revealed she'd been killed the year before during a drug fueled fight with her boyfriend. There was always a boyfriend and they were always abusive assholes. He wasn't surprised to find she'd died at the hands of one of them.

He'd just finished given Carl a blow job and he was offering him a drink of cheap blended Scotch. If he thought that was proper payment for what he'd just done; Carl was mistaken.

"I want the good stuff."

Carl Namid frowned at Eric, but poured him a glass of his expensive single malt Scotch.

"When are we getting more supply?" Eric demanded. "I'm getting a lot of pressure."

"In a couple of weeks. I've got to be careful with that bitch Knowles prowling around."

"Our friends aren't going to be happy."

"Most people in the world are unhappy," Carl said with a dismissive shrug.

Eric took an appreciative sip of his Scotch and slowly felt himself relax as he took another sip. He needed to go by Clear Passages and get more weed. Life was just too damned stressful now.

"Now, it's your turn to be unhappy," Eric said.

"What do you mean?" Carl demanded.

"I had a strange encounter with Knowles."

"What did you have sex with her?" Carl asked with a laugh.

"So fucking funny," Eric said sarcastically. "No, she was at this restaurant we used to go to. I went over and talked to her thinking she'd had a change of heart. She started talking loud and holding her phone up. I think I heard clicking like she was taking pictures of me."

"If she took pictures of you, she could identify you," Carl said pointing out the obvious.

"No shit," Eric observed drily. "Yeah. She'll discover I'm not a children's book writer and she may discover my porn past."

"Just stay away from Knowles. Find some guys to maim her. In a few weeks, Knowles won't have a surgical career anymore and that's the end of the problem."

"You really think you need to tell me to stay away from Knowles?" Eric asked with more sarcasm in his voice.

"I suppose not," Carl said with some sarcasm of his own.

Eric finished his drink and stood up.

"I'm going to need $500," he said.

"For what?"

"For the blow job."

"I thought we were friends," Carl said, sounding hurt.

"You know I always charge. No one gets sucked for free."

Carl scowled, but he reached into a desk drawer and pulled out a locked box, opened it and made a show of counting out five hundred dollar bills before he handed them to Eric.

"I usually get tipped."

"I paid you what you said."

Eric gave Carl a look of such contempt, Carl handed over another $100 bill without further protest.

Eric pulled out his wallet, tucked the money inside and returned it to his back pocket.

"Pleasure doing business with you."

Eric headed out to grab the Blue Bird Café's late night burger special. The burger special was half price from 10 until midnight.

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Author's Note: I am always interested in why people do the things they do. Here you see that Eric had a tragic damaged early life followed by a chaotic life in the foster care system, so you can see why he's hustling for every dollar he can get; it's all he knows.