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through the mask, and then handed Joe a clipboard filled with forms
and legal documents.
    “What's the meaning of all this?” Joe asked
in exasperation.
    The man pulled off his gas mask and gave the
group a forlorn look. “You all have to leave now! This house is
testing off the charts for toxic black mold. If you don't leave
right now, I'll have to have you quarantined and professionally
bathed to remove the spores!”
    The couple gave Joe a wide-eyed stare, and
made a beeline for the front door. As they scurried past the man in
the hazmat suit, Joe looked at him with narrowed eyes.
    “There is no mold, is there?”
    “Nope, in fact, those forms are just my junk
mail. The fancy one on top was a Publisher's Clearing House Entry.”
The guy laughed to himself as he strolled back to his truck.
    Joe stood there with a stupid grin on his
face. The wager with this girl might be more fun than he
thought...
    As he jetted along the Pacific Coast Highway
later that day, he rang Sarah.
    “That was real cute Miss Bella. I'm usually
the one to play dirty first.”
    Sarah cradled her phone in the crook of her
neck as she stuck her sign into the damp lawn of her next sale. Her
heels dug into the soft ground while she listened to Joe's tale of
excitement.
    “I wanted to keep you on your toes. It's like
they say, 'In prison, stab the first person you see, or become
someone's bitch for the rest of your stay.' I'm not planning on
being your bitch, so consider this your first shanking.” She said
with a big evil smile. She wasn't sure why, but she felt a sort of
tingling rush that bordered on scary. She loved being the evil
ne'er do well, but being flushed with endorphins from acting like
this was sort of disconcerting.
    “Enjoy your end zone dance little girl. As I
recall, we both have open houses from here until the end of the
wager. If you think you have any idea what's coming, you're wrong.
So, so wrong.” He hung up his phone and tossed it on the passenger
seat. With his own evil smile, he up shifted the screaming Porsche
and passed a slow moving pickup truck. He savored the jolt of
adrenaline as he ducked back into his lane just in time to miss a
minivan. This was gong to be fun...

Chapter 3
    The warm Southern California sun danced about
on the pool. Sarah handed out a mixture of appetizers and real
estate pamphlets to her crowd of possible buyers. She had hired a
bounce house, as well as a face painter to round out this open
house. She knew she would have to up her game, and she was going
for broke in an attempt to make every sale she could. As kids
splashed in the tiled pool, a group of parents smiled and chatted
amongst themselves. Sarah made her way to each little clique,
making sure that everyone had her info and answering any questions
along the way. As she stretched her long arms to the sky, she felt
truly at one with her self. She was in her element, and firing on
all cylinders. Jessica chose to help out with the open house, and
she strolled over to congratulate Sarah on a great turnout.
    “It looks like you outdid yourself girl. Nice
work!” She touched her red plastic cup to Sarah's as they sat back
and watched the children frolicking on the lawn. “I wish this was
booze.” Jess admitted with a frown.
    “Ugh, I'm off the sauce for awhile. The last
time I got plastered, I ended up groping a stripper.” Sarah said,
while she sipped from her cup full of fruit punch.
    Jessica could only stare at her friend in
silence while her mouth hung open.
    Across the tract, Joe was giving a group tour
through one of his houses. This particular one featured a
stunningly large underground wine cellar, an opulent add-on to an
already high- end home. As the group smiled and sipped top shelf
Merlot, Ernesto came in and motioned for Joe to come talk.
    “So, what's going on over there?” He asked
Ernesto in a confidential tone.
    “It's pretty bad. She's got a bounce house,
there's kids in the pool, and everyone looks