Elliot looks at the black one-piece swimsuit hanging from the shower head. He had just gotten back from the beach with his cousins and was jealous. Two of his female cousins had brand new swimsuits that were very cute. He loved how they looked on his cousin and he wishes he had his cousin bodies.

He slips his trunks off and pull his aunt’s swimsuit off the shower neck and tries its own. It was a little loose on him, but he liked how it felt. He showers while wearing it. As he finishes his shower, he doesn’t want to take it off, but he has no choice.

Harry pulls his battered pick-up truck up to the house he had been told to clean out by his father. It was to pay his father back for buying the truck he was driving. He grabs his gloves and paper mask as he heads inside the house. He couldn’t believe how much of a mess had been left behind.

The house had been foreclosed on and his father had bought the house at an auction to flip it. His father loved making money. His father was paying him and four of his friends to clean the house out. If there is anything they wanted to come for themselves, they could.

Dania licks her lips to wipe away the rest of the blood still cling to her lips. The drug dealer she killed lies at her feet with two small holes in the side of his neck from where she had puncture the vein located under the skin. She just looks down at his lifeless body. He was a parasite; living off the misery of those he sold his drugs too. She searches through his pants pockets and such, looking for his drug money. She finds it hidden along with the rest of his stash. She pours some under his nose, so the cops would believe he died of a drug overdose.