We walked out of the Hooters and onto the road where we just talked, about things completely irrelevant things but things none-the-less, as a homeless person I didn’t have any friends, too busy trying to survive for one, and before I was homeless, I didn’t have any friends either … look I was a very strange kid when I was younger but this guy was the closest thing I had to a friend and I just realized that I didn’t know his name but he didn’t let me reflect on that as he suddenly said.

“Oh shit, we’re close to her house. Put your head down and Don’t look at her.” I put my head down as fast as I could and walked on minding my own and just as I thought that we were in the clear, I heard a woman’s voice saying.

“Hello, Quincy, how are you?” The woman said with a hypnotic charm meant to lure people to her, and my time on the street taught me that woman using that tone on a man (or woman, i don't give a fuck) they didn't know either meant bad business or that they were trying too hard and it seemed that Quincy here agreed with my street wisdom so he immediately tried to steer this conversation (and most definitely a trap if i ever fucking saw one) into another direction.

"I'm great, never been better, and I'm sorry we could chat as much id like but i have to go somewhere now" Quincy said to the woman making himself as clear as possible but it seemed the woman ignored his words and turned her attention to me.

"But what about your little friend over there?" The woman said in a seductive tone, almost daring me to look at her, but I held my ground and looked at the floor, doing my fucking damnest to ignore her but a certain part of my body grew a bit bigger from her voice alone but I was wearing sweatpants so i could get away with it.

"He just moved in with us, and my sister told me to show him around the city." Quincy lied as naturally as he breathed but I could see that he was absolutely terrified to be in her presence, but she either didn't notice or maybe she didn't care but she didn't let me think on that before she said.

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"Alright then, my dears, I don't want to keep you waiting any longer, Quincy. Welcome to San Luperto, newcomer. I hope you find something, or perhaps someone, that you enjoy here." The woman responded, walking back inside of her house, though not before smacking her big butt and it was then we finally had a chance to breathe.

"Ok, you did pretty good for your first time meeting a local. Now come on, let's continue the tour" Quincy said while looking at the door, absolutely certain that she was watching us.

"Yeah let's continue, she seems pretty chill. Maybe we should come back another time." I said, looking at the door, almost expecting her to burst out of her house and drag us to her basement kicking and screaming.

"Maybe." Quincy said, and that was the end of that and we continued walking and we talked about irrelevant things and I asked him dumb questions like whether his favorite color was white or whether he could make weapons with reishi like the Quincies from Bleach, oh man we laughed so fucking hard at that on but soon our conversation went back to the woman we met.

" So how the fuck do you know her?"

"She was my babysitter, and she keeps making me talk to her, i thinks she wants something from me"

"Yeah, maybe something long and hard." I said with a slick smile on my face and i knew that Quincy knew what i meant.

"Anyway, I was going to say report her to the police bro, but it's not like anyone will believe you." I took a brief pause letting him take in my words before I continuing, "The one reason no one will take you seriously is because you have the wrong gender, so take comfort in knowing that if you were an entirely different person, you would be safe."

"Wow, I feel so good already. Thank you for the inspirational words"

"Fuck, now I'm a victim along with you. Why could she just prey on you and leave me alone?" I realised as i got on my knees and looked at thestreet.

"This is how male friendships are made, when two guys are victims of the same woman and bond over shared trauma." He said patting my back and helping me up.

"Thank whoever above that we're away from that Ephebophile"

"A what?" Quincy questioned, pissed me off for no reason

"Essentially a pedophile that likes people from fifteen to nineteen"

"You know this why?"

"Cause i was bored"

"Know what? Let's just go straight to the buffet." And so we went on with no interruptions this time.