“Hello Friends. It’s Fatty. Life is so good. It is very good.”

“Oh look there is my favorite stalker sneaking into my place. Such a shame. She still has no ass to speak of.”

Oh Ton Dawg. How are you? I see you have brought your honorable lovely wife again. You are here for the chicken wings.

“Yes and I came to speak to you about business. I hear talk in the executive circles you have been contacted by The family group Kaito Prime about selling your recipe for the chicken wings to them.”
I smiled. “You want to make me an offer then?”
Ton nodded. “I will pay you 10k ebs for you to consider not selling the recipe to anyone.”
“Anyone but you.”
Ton shook his head. “Not anyone. At least not in the immediate future with the way these people are moving.”
I frowned. “What’s going on Ton? Politics or something else?”
Ton looked serious. “It always about the money until they want to fuck you.”
I flinched back and frowned at him. “Okay. But my asking price is 100 million ebs. I’m only willing to go down to 50 million. You were the one that said that bag chasing was the goal.”
Ton passed a note to me and stared at the message. Hmm. “Okay. That looks better then my plan. Why are you doing this though.”
“Fatty. You got a good thing going here. I like the wings and you getting your bag. I like seeing men talk they talk. But, like I said. It’s always about the money until they want to bend you over a fucking table. It was a mistake on both our parts dealing with Hot Dog. You took the most hit with him. I don’t want to see that happened Big Dawg. You just starting to rise.”
I frowned wondering what Hot Dog and a corporation had to do with each other. I wondered now if he was playing a game. “Are you bullshiting me?!”
“Fatty.” Mrs. Dawg said gentle. “He’s telling you to be careful because it’s not about the money for these people contacting you. So you should protect your..backside.” She said with a blush.
I stared at her as I got a weird feeling they were not speaking metaphorically. “Ton. Ah. Okay. Okay. But, what if your wrong and it is about money what then?”
Ton blinked but he nodded his head. “Oh if it is about the money then get you bag Big Dawg. Use what I showed you to take em for all they got.” He said and then passed me another gold ebs card. “Happy Belated birthday Big Dawg. Protect you neck.” He said with a serious note.
Oh shit. This was getting to scary.
“Oh I caught your stream at the last minute. You found your perfect wife?!” Ton asked with a wink.
I smiled shaking my head. “Hell no. I found my perfect sugar Momma. She now has private subscription on my bed. I get wonderful dark chocolate cake and money every time she comes into town. Life is good. The Untouchables will always get the bag and the cake too.”
Ton bent his head back and laughed an evil meancing laugh of pure joy.












































