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I'd never had $100 bucks before. I always spent it before I had more than twenty - usually on pot. My dealer always advertised better stuff, but I'd rather get sorta high twenty times than really high once. But who knew Candy was stacked? If she could actually keep getting this kind of cash, I could try a real drug.

And maybe so could Candy. I felt a little bad about giving her aspirin and calling it drugs, but hey, if she swears it works, who am I to argue? Still, it was only fair to give her a real high at least once. After all, the eleven-year-old feral had been giving me blowjobs for pennies worth of over-the-counter pain meds.

Oscar was impressed when I shovelled over a hundred dollars for 5 pills of E. "Finally moving up, Pie?" he asked. My real name was Paul Ignatius Emerson, but I preferred my initials. That middle monstrosity was my mother's doing. She was an odd bird (for a husky).

I nodded at the Doberman. One of his ears was cropped up, the other was just missing; he told me from a fight. I believed him, since I certainly wouldn't want to mess with the guy.

"Finally selling instead of just tokin'?" he asked.

"Actually, yeah."

Oscar shrugged. "Don't worry about me. As long as I'm your middle man, you're okay with me. But you start going to someone else..."

"Don't worry!" I interrupted. "Why would I turn my back on an old friend."

"You better not," he said, and it didn't sound particularly pleasant.

Pocketing the pills, I headed home. The trailer park was only slightly better than the damp alley I'd met Oscar in, but it was an okay place to sleep. I got my own room after Mom left, and Dad didn't really seem to care what the fuck I did at whatever hour of night. He always just crashed after 12 hours of construction and 4 hours of beer with his friends. Sure enough, I was as unsupervised as ever. At least the old man stocked the freezer with hot pockets.

"Ow!" I yipped, taking a bite way too early. I hopped into my room, wishing it weren't Friday. I'd really gotten used to Candy's morning BJ. Hard to believe what a slut she'd become in just a couple of weeks. Rand had really done a number on her - I still can't believe he was still hiding what happened from me. If it weren't for Candy accidentally giving it away, I'd never have known the horny wolf had bagged _both_his younger cousins in one night. Yet since then, he'd been completely tight-lipped. The girls had been little goodie-two-shoes before that night.

The phone rang. Fuck, Mom. I couldn't ignore it though. As much as I was annoyed that she left Dad, I understood it. He was a mean drunk. "Hello?" I asked dryly.

"Should have guessed it would be _you_answering the phone. Your dad pas -"

"Just get to the point, Mom."

"Is that how you talk to your mother?" She sighed. "Fine. Look, I need a favor this weekend."

"Mom, no. Don't you realize I've got, like homework or shit?"

She laughed. "When was the last time you did homework, Paul?"

"Thanks."

She paused. "I need you to watch Annabelle until Tuesday. Jackson is due in court in Indiana."

I blinked, ears flat. "All _weekend?_And Mom, I don't know if you realize this, but I have _school_on Monday."

"Paul, don't be a prat. You know Jackson has to work, and Annabelle doesn't like long car rides. Just get your father to call you in sick."

Jackson was Mom's new boyfriend. Well, I guess they were married and had a daughter already, but as far as I was concerned, Dad was still her husband. We were such a perfect family together, all pure bred huskies. The divorce was bad enough but when Dad met Jackson he nearly flipped out. Jackson was a feral, and exactly the wrong kind. He was a German Shepherd, and a police officer to boot. I'd overheard Dad complaining about that pet 'fucking my wife' more times than I could count.

"I have a big report on Monday," I lied. But I sure didn't want to miss a day with Candy. What she and I had together was something great. The beginnings of something pure and powerful - the hallowed relationship between a dealer and his client. What if she found another supplier? He couldn't lose his steady source of blow jobs!

"Just shut it. We really need the help, and you're the only one old enough to babysit."

"I don't even know her, Mom. I met her like...once, three years ago?"

"People babysit for strangers all the time. You can stay at our house, and there's pizza in the fridge and Anna's meals are all pre-prepared, and she's got three book readers all set up. If she misbehaves, just tell her she won't be allowed to read and she'll listen up."

Annabelle was like my version of Rand's Carly and Candy, only she was my half-sister instead of my cousin. And where his cousins were only two years younger than him, Annabelle was only eight. We had nothing in common except half our DNA. And of course she had to come out of mom a feral like Jackson.

"You're gonna pay me for this."

There was a heavy sigh from the other end. "Twenty a day. That's sixty bucks."

"I know how to add money, Mom, it's algebra I don't like."

"Don't you forget to tell your Dad where you'll be. I don't want him calling me."

"Yeah, yeah. Is that it, Mom?"

"Paul, don't fuck this up, okay? I know you don't like Jackson, but don't take that out on Annabelle. She's just a kid."

More like a puppy. "Yeah."

I scrawled a quick note on the fridge that said I'd be out all weekend. That's all Dad needed to know. He'd be angrier if he knew I'd be staying at Jackson's house with their two-car garage even though Mom was the only family member who had the hands to drive. It was about a thirty minute bike ride and I was exhausted when I got there, but I caught Mom and Jackson before they left. The police dog was dressed in his uniform, complete with hat tucked between his ears. Bet he thought he looked tough, but I knew that Mom had to dress him.

"Paul, there you are," he said, wagging his tail. I rolled my eyes, noting that the grown feral wasn't bothering to wear pants. Clothes were optional for four-leggers, and pants were pretty uncomfortable, but I didn't exactly like looking at my step-dad's cock all the time, picturing it banging my Mom.

"This is kinda short notice," I grumbled.

"I know," he admitted, and added, "You're really saving us here. I really appreciate it."

I shoulda suggested Rand babysit. He was the responsible friend. But then I remembered what he did the_last_ time he babysat. At least I wasn't going to _fuck_Annabelle. "Whatever."

"I'm almost ready!" Mom yelled from inside the house. She'd left the door open a crack and Annabelle pushed through the door, shyly at first. She'd grown a lot in three years. Despite being five-and-a-half years younger than me, she was already almost full-grown, a German Shepherd like her dad except for her different-colored eyes, curled tail, and general_brownness_. She still had darker sides, but not black, and the creamy white on her belly was a light brown instead.

"That's Paul?" she asked in a hushed tone.

Jackson glanced over his shoulder at his daughter. "Yeah, who else would it be? Don't you remember meeting him, what...four years ago?"

"Three," I said.

The girl stared up at me and said, "He's really pretty."

I mean, I was a husky, with nice, creamy, white fur that blended sharply into a reddish-brown. I guess I probably qualified as handsome, though none of the girls at school seemed to think so. And Candy didn't think of me like that. Still, I might have gone with 'handsome' over 'pretty'.

Jackson laughed. "He _does_take after his mother. Can you go see what's taking her?"

I flicked an ear, watching the shepherdess turn around and head inside. I leaned down to Jackson and whispered, "Why's she naked?" Because aside from her brown fur she wasn't wearing a lick of a thing. I know Candy and Carly often went commando at family functions, but even though I was Annabelle's half-brother, I hardly qualified as close.

He didn't seem concerned. "We let Annabelle decide how she feels comfortable. Society does a good enough job making people ashamed. We don't want to be part of that."

"Dude, she's eight. She doesn't know any better."

"It's not 'better'," Jackson tried to explain, but I wasn't buying it. "We teach her that she's in control of her body and everything that happens to it."

"Until bath time, right?" I roll my eyes.

Jackson laughed. "She went through a phase where she wouldn't let Sharon bathe her, but she figured out that if she wanted us to play with her, she'd better not stink."

I dropped my jaw. They really let her get away without bathing? Must be Jackson's plan, because I remembered Mom spanking me when I tried to hide during bath time. Some seriously new-age, soy latte bullshit.

Jackson said, "Look, she's at that age where she's asking questions about her body. You don't have to answer her, Paul. She's got 'My Beautiful Body' on one of her readers. Just send her there, okay?"

"My what?"

"It's a puberty book. I wish I had more time to tell you what to do, but we have to go. Look," he repeated. "I know you don't like us springing this on you, and I get that. But your mother and I would really appreciate it if you didn't say anything that might make her feel self-conscious about her body, okay?" The sharply-dressed canine officer looked up at me.

I hated that look. He always did it, no matter how much of a snot I was. He stared at me like I was a person, like he respected me whether I respected him or not. I wanted to hate Jackson, but every time I interacted with him, I found the loyal husky inside of me wanting to please and obey him. In a way that I never felt about Dad. I turned away and spat on the ground.

"Thanks, Paul," he said, as Mom rushed out the door with three pieces of luggage dragging along behind her.