Episode 4 - Meeting the Mann

I got into the caddy.

It was a LONG ride before I finally got to the door of his house. In that journey, i managed to think. Not about sex, or food, or booze. But of WORK. for the first time since I left the service I was thinking of work. Work and money. And sex. And booze. Justin Twubber was hiring me. Justin Twubber, the richest man I had ever heard of, was hiring me, the loser I meet in the mirror everyday.

A thought struck me. Justin had two sons and a daughter. One of his sons was a lawyer somewhere, the other was a doctor somewhere else, and his daughter... wasn't she a model? Her name was... Lukinor Twubber wasn't it? Lukinor Twubber the lingerie model/sex goddess/every pervert's fantasy? If I didnt remember wrongly, I was heading over to his place now because he wanted me to tag her, right? I was at a loss for words. This was the best job an aged deprived pervert could ever get. I was going to be paid, and paid very handsomely, to watch a model, not just any model, but THE model, THE Lukinor Twubber. There really is a God.

I snapped out of my reverie when the caddy pulled to a stop. Mr. Twubbers mansion loomed before me like a castle. To call the house humongous would be an insult. It was MASSIVE.

From some hidden speakers in the caddy, an automated voice said, "Thank you for your patience Mr. Mann, Enjoy your stay!."

I got out of the caddy, entranced, awed by the sheer size of the building before me. The house was majestic. I couldnt think of anything else to do other than to stand rooted to the floor and stare google-eyed at the house like a retard. I dreamt of a time when I would live here, with Lukinor as my wife and we'ld have lots and lots of...

The doors swung open. Dammit. Just as i was getting to the best part of my dream. I half expected to see Mann-Eater there ready to pounce on me and lick the meat off my chops. But the person that was inviting me in was much smaller, skinnier, almost frail in fact. Gray frizzled hair lined his brow. His skin sagged from his cheeks. His cane creaked under his weight. But his eyes, those bright blue brazen eyes. They carried the fire he always had.

I realized i was looking at the once tall, once proud frame of Justin Twubber.