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baby bump growing and her tits getting bigger.
    Spec laughed, but took a minute to study Mike.  Something was off.  “You aren’t sleeping.” 
    Mike’s eyes jerked to Spec.  “How the fuck…”  He shook his head.  “Never mind.  Not much, no.  She’s having dreams and I can’t stand it.  Every time I drift off she screams and scares the shit out of me so I try to sleep a little during the days, but my nerves are on edge still.”
    Spec nodded.  After everything Marty had been through it wasn’t unusual.  “She’ll settle.  Too bad you can’t just get her drunk.”
    Mike cracked a grin.  “That’s the fucking truth.”
    Spec nudged him with his elbow.  “Dreams the only thing keeping her up nights?”  He raised his brows.  “Your dick stop workin’?”
    “Fuuuuuck you.  Hell no my dick is just fine and there is plenty of that too.”  His grin was evil when he met Spec’s eyes.  “From what I hear yours is too.”
    Spec felt his brows raise.  “Was there ever a question?”
    “Well since you and Lizzie…”  Mike shrugged.
    “Lizzie, Lizzie, Lizzie….Lizzie was, is a friend.  She needed something I was willing to give.”   He shrugged as if it didn’t rip his heart out.  
    “Yeah I bet it was real hard on you too.”
    Spec grinned.  “Not for long.  What the fuck did you hear about my dick that has you so excited?”
    Mike met his eyes.  “Heard Pick is out for blood.  Heard you fucked Candy and had her screamin’ so loud the brothers had to turn up the music.”  He pointed to the wall roughly where Spec’s bedroom sat.  “Walls ain’t that thick brother.  Not when you’ve got a screamer.”
    Spec felt his ears heat.  He was able to control every part of his body except his damned ears.  He didn’t know what to say.
    Mike shrugged.  “She’s a pretty good girl, you planning on keepin’ that?  Making a claim?”
    “Yeah I am.”  It felt strange admitting it, but he’d had this in his head for a while and after the heart she had shown last night in handling Pick’s stupidity, it had all fallen into place.
    Mike stood and clapped him on the shoulder.  “Good.  She’s a sweet girl, hope she makes you happy.  Do it soon though.  Now that she’s free you won’t be the only one with that idea.  Glad Ace ain’t around to see that fucker treatin’ her like shit.  The old man would have cut off Pick’s balls by now.”
    Spec watched Mike toss his plate in the trash and disappear through the door leading to the main room.  Spec sat there for a few minutes trying to gather his thoughts.  A few sweet butts wandered around half cleaning the place.  He didn’t understand how they stood it.  They were fucked like animals all night, sucked every dick in the house, and expected to get up and clean the place up before the brothers woke up.  It was a shitty life.  He was thankful Candy had never fallen into that category, or not for long at least.  It did something to the women after a while. 
    A woman stumbled through the door dragging a huge garbage bag.  Her party make up was mostly gone and what was left was smeared.  She looked like a horror movie and Spec shook his head.  Her clothes were rumpled and he didn’t even want to think about what stained her red halter top.  He tried to think of her name, but there were so many women that frequented the club that he couldn’t remember her specific name, just that he had cleared her to be there. 
    She bent over in front of him to dig another bag out from under the kitchen sink and he got a bird’s eye view of everything she had to offer thanks to which ever brother had done away with her panties the night before.
    “For fuck’s sake, I don’t want to see that shit.”  He spat in outrage.  It was not a pretty sight and he hadn’t even had coffee yet.
    She looked over her shoulder and gifted him with a gruesome smile as she shook her ass.
    “Come on now baby, don’t you have