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Flor
Aknock on the door precedes my father yelling from the couch. "Can you get that, honey?"
With cat like precision, I slide along the wall to the area just before the window, gently moving the curtain no more than an inch so I can look from my perch upstairs down to the front door.
"Right on time," I say quietly to myself, taking in the sight of the broad shouldered muscular man who stands waiting for someone to answer his unexpected house call.
Something tells me he's here on business, and not pleasure.
After a quick moment of deliberation, I pull my prying eyes from the window and try to calmly move downstairs, doing my best to hide my rapidly increasing heartbeat as my plan plays out exactly as I expected.
Opening the door, I drink in the sight of the man who had his hand wrapped around me not thirty minutes ago, but the circumstances were much different then.
My sky mask and catwoman outfit are stuffed inside dad's tool shed out back. In their place are a form-fitting white t-shirt, short shorts, and a bra and panties underneath. Nothing else.
"Good evening officer," I begin. "To what do I owe the pleasure?" I ask with a bright smile.
Officer Friday grins like a hungry wolf in response, his eyes scanning me up and down.
"I think you know exactly why I'm here...Flor," he says, leaning his forearm against the door jam as he looks down at me, eyes narrowing in hunger. "God, you sure have changed."
"Frank!" Dad says, jumping up from the couch. "Dammit, I was going to surprise you tomorrow. We just got into town last week."
"You don't waste any time, do you, little girl?" Frank adds under his breath so my dad can't hear as he shakes his head in disbelief at me, and how much I've changed in the decade since he's seen me. "Seems the apple doesn't fall far from the tree." The sound of his voice is deep, like it comes from the same place the blow of a tuba originates, even though he's speaking barely above a whisper, which resonates like the bass in a song. I hear his voice, but more accurately I feel it.
"Wouldn't you like to take a bite?" I respond, putting my own forearm against the door jam, mirroring his 'got ya' posture.
"Hey, Frank," Dad says, moving past me to wrap his best friend up in a hug. "Man, look at you. Looking sharp as a tack as a boy in blue down here in Miami. Staying cool as a cucumber in the humidity too," Dad adds, wiping the back of his hand across his forehead. "You're going to have to show me your secrets."
"Speaking of secrets," Frank begins. "Wondering if you've stumbled upon any since you've arrived."
Frank's eyes move from my dad to me, daring my old man to give me up, but little does he know that what went down tonight was of my own doing. I'm not a kid anymore. I'm an adult, as his eyes have clearly seen.
"Not yet. You need an informant down here? You remember how good we were up in New York, right? We can get things going down here in Florida. Just like old times."
"Just like old times. How things stay the same, yet how they change," Frank adds, inverting the old saying as he looks at me.
"You remember, Flor don't you?" Dad offers.
"I remember how she used to be. How you used to put her out in the street to run your scams until I caught you, threatened to lock you up for endangering a child, and then we decided to work together so you could rub shoulders in the seedy underbelly of society you love frequenting so much, tipping me off so your daughter could stay in school and not be a part of your hustles anymore."
"Those were the days, buddy. Those were the days," Dad says, both hands rubbing his belly which protrudes more than far underneath the worn cotton of his ribbed, white tank top.
A beat passes and dad looks at me, rubbing a hand through my hair, messing it up like I'm still a little kid. "Well, she's eighteen now so she can be a part of whatever we decide to do."
Frank just nods, slowly. "How so?"
"Well, you know how women are a million times better at pulling information out of men. And since most of the underworld I frequent is men, Flor gives us an extreme advantage."
"And you'd put her at risk like that?"
"She likes it. Plus the money you give us is a free lunch since we're already going to be running scams anyway."
"She likes it, or you want her to like it?"
"I like a lot of things you wouldn't know about," I purr. "Now that I'm a full-grown woman." I adjust my posture so my ample breasts bounce. Frank's not able to control his line of sight, his eyes opening wide as he takes in my full D-cups moving up and down.
"Yes, you are," he agrees.
