Justyn Hunter was laying in his bed trying to remember the name of the girl who was laying next to him. The name Lizzy or Beth or Liz ran through his head, well, whatever her name was she looked to be a tender eighteen next to his gruff wenty-three. She rubbed her soft silky hand over his chest and Justyn figured that maybe names weren’t so important after all.

Justyn was a good looking guy who had always been a lady’s man. He was in top shape and he always liked to combine exercise with sex. He had dark hair that he kept very short, he always liked to have women rubbing his head. He had a quick smile that could disarm any woman’s natural defense and he had a certain boyish charm that always attracted women.

Justyn’s apartment was beautifully decorated. He had paintings of little known artists on his walls, and he always kept it very clean. Actually, he barely spent time in his place, usually spending time at work, in a bar, or some woman’s house. But, he did keep his apartment clean just in case he brought home a friend or two.

He rolled over and started to kiss her. He ran his fingers through her hair and he stroked her lower back. He closed his eyes as he let his tongue explore her mouth. After a few moments Justyn started kissing down her neck and into her cleavage. And Justyn thanked God for giving him this lovely gift. And as he reached her belly button the thought of how lucky he is echoed through his head, but not before the phone rang.

Justyn, forgetting the woman for a moment, quickly looked up much to his lover’s disappointment. She grabbed his face and pulled him into a deep kiss. In the corner of his mind, Justyn wondered who was calling. After kissing his new lady friend those thoughts quickly vanished. Justyn was so deep into his kiss he almost ignored the answering machine.

“Leave me a message.”

“Hello, Justyn,” Justyn quickly recognized his mother’s voice, “I just wanted to tell you that Jonathon and I’ve been in town for a few hours and that you were supposed to pick us up three hours ago!”

Justyn looked over at the machine. He broke the kiss off and tried to leap to the nightstand, but his lover’s legs were wrapped around his lower back. The result was a painful stab in his ass and back as he bent backwards. He let out a quick yelp and she let him go. He crawled to the edge of the bed and picked up the phone.

“Mom?” Justyn asked warily.

“Oh, there you are. I was beginning to think you had died.”

“Mom, there is a really good explanation to all of this, I swear.”

“I’m sure there is, she chimed in sarcastically, “but I’m too tired to hear your bullshit. Just grab your sister and come pick us up.” Justyn’s brow wrinkled in confusion.

“When is Elizabeth getting in town?”

“She told me she was going to spend last night at your place.”

Justyn rolled over and looked at his sister, who waved timidly at him. Justyn smacked his head with the phone a few times.

“Justyn, what’s that noise?”

“Nothing. What do you mean she told you that she was spending the night at my place?”

“Well, she wanted to get there a day earlier and meet her new brother. So we let her go earlier.” Justyn was found speechless. “We know that it’s going to be a transition, but don’t worry. You don’t have to call her ‘Sis’ or anything.”

“What?”

“I don’t want you to feel that you have to adopt Elizabeth or Jonathon as your ‘new family.”

“I’ll try to remember that. Now, where are you?”

“At the bus station. But never mind, Jonathon has rented us a car, we’ll be over in a few minutes.” And with that there came a loud click and then a buzz. Justyn felt like crying, it was as if his bed-hopping life style would finally be the end of him. He hung the phone up and turned to face his sister.

“So, Elizabeth, what do you think of Lawrence?” At this she merely giggled. Shit, Justyn thought to himself, she is a space cadet.

“You’re cute.” She chimed in. Justyn blushed. He then felt a wave of guilt and embarrassment wash over him. “Wanna fuck?” Justyn jumped off the bed and took a step or two back.

“But, you’re my sister!” He screamed in defense.

“That didn’t stop you last night.” She stood up. Her long blonde hair draped over her shoulder. Her breasts were firm and her nipples were erect. He looked down and he noticed that she was slightly wet.

Justyn had forgotten that he was also naked and remembered it slightly too late. He looked down only to see himself fully erect. Justyn smacked his head and cursed God under his breath.

He heard a knocking at the door and Justyn knew it was his parents. He looked around for a place to hide Elizabeth, but it was too late, for they had already come inside. They looked at Elizabeth and then at Justyn. Justyn stood there, cupping his balls, hoping to hid them. His mother burst out laughing and the man he assumed to be Jonathon looked angrily at Justyn.

Elizabeth got off the bed and then walked over to Justyn. She hugged him, he felt her breasts poking into his chest. She leaned over and nibbled on his ear, and to his surprise, he felt nothing. Then she demurely whispered into his ear.

The sound that came from her lips match that of an alarm clock. Justyn opened his eyes, rolled over, and slammed his alarm clock off. He rubbed his eyes with his fingertips and laid back down.

As he laid back down he heard a slight groan. Justyn looked around him to see two women in his bed. He pinched himself to make sure he wasn’t dreaming again. When he discovered to his delight that he wasn’t, he rolled over to the middle of his bed. He felt the warm lips of one woman kissing his lips while he felt the hands of another one playing with his legs and everything in-between.

Justyn felt that his morning was off to a great start.

Jeff Simms was clean looking twenty-four year old. He had little dents on the bridge of his nose where his glasses usually rested. His hair was long and dark black, which he kept well groomed. He was in good shape, but he had always felt the need to be healthy. On Jeff’s ring finger sat a golden wedding ring.

Jeff had been married for the past two years. He had met his wife while he was working. She was the daughter of his old boss. They met, fell in love, and had a huge wedding. His boss had liked him and was happy that the two of them were getting married. The only problem that Jeff had was that his father-in-law would not live to see his own grandson.

Jeff lay in his bed with his wife. He laid his hands on her growing belly and felt his son kick. A slight smile crossed his lips. He kissed her neck, at this she turned around and looked her loving husband in the eyes.

“Morning, handsome.”

“Hey, baby, you want some breakfast?” A grin crossed her face. She nodded enthusiastically. “The usual?”

“With pickles today.”

“You still want the yogurt then?”

“Of course.” Jeff shrugged and rolled out of bed to make his beloved breakfast.

Jeff and his wife lived in a small apartment. They certainly could afford more, for Jeff made quite a sum of money through his job as an actor and as a hitman, and his father-in-law had left him with more than he would ever need. But Jeff felt that he should only use the money that he had made legally. But, in the meantime, he and his wife were living in almost poverty.

In the kitchen Jeff looked at his calendar. The name Armstrong was written in red and circled. Jeff rubbeded his forehead and thought of calling in sick and snuggling with his wife. He quickly dismissed the thought as he cracked two eggs open and poured them on to the frying pan. As he scrambled the eggs he tried to let his mind float free, maybe regain a few minutes from the sleep he lost. After the eggs were cooked and scrambled, he put them on a plate.

He shook the drowsiness from his head and opened the refrigerator. He grabbed the pickle jar, a container of yogurt, and some milk. He poured the milk into a glass then put the carton back in the refrigerator. He took two of the larger pickles out and placed them on a small plate he then returned the pickles to the refrigerator. He placed the yogurt next to the plate. He walked back into the bedroom, carrying the yogurt and plate of food, when he saw his wife asleep.

He put the plate and yogurt on her nightstand and he slipped back into his bed and cuddled with his wife.

Travis Chambers was a tall skinny man. He kept his dark hair to a bare minium just so that he wouldn’t have to keep up with it. He hated using shampoo and conditioner and such things so he decided to keep his hair simple. His small house matched that attitude. It was simple and pretty clean just because Travis didn’t own much. He felt that the more on owned the more one had to get fixed.

The only thing that made any real mess were the liquor bottles that Travis kept in one corner. Travis liked the bottle. If liquor ever took a physical manifestation Travis would marry it and have several children with it. However, most nights he just drank until he decided to take one of the bar madiens home.

He looked over at the object sleeping next to him. It rolled over its head landing on his chest, pinning him down. He looked down and saw what appeared to be a sea donkey laying on his chest. It was either a very ugly woman or quite a disgusting it. Travis used all his willpower not to shriek.

Travis slipped his fingers under the creature’s head and pushed up slightly. The thing rolled off of him just enough so that he could scoot his way out from under it. After he was off the bed he let it back down slowly.

He took a step away and looked down to see a pair of boxers that weren’t his. He looked back at his guest and he was struck with the realization that it wasn’t an ugly woman in his bed. With a feeling of self-disgust Travis went to his closet and pulled out his gun. He returned to his bed with his gun pointing at the ground.

“Hey, motherfucker! Wake up!” Travis yelled. The man looked up. He appeared to be a slightly chubby Mexican with gold chains resting in his thick chest hair. He lay there looking up at Travis and his gun for a few minutes.

“Par que?”

“You got three seconds to get your fuckin’ ass outta my goddamn house before I shoot you in the head.”

“Que es ‘fuckin’ ass’?” At this Travis cocked his gun and pointed it at the Mexican. He leapt up and grabbed his boxers and his pants and ran towards the door screaming explatives in Spanish. Travis sighed in relief and put his gun down on his glass coffee table. He rubbed his neck and then looked at his clock. It read seven thirty. He cursed under his breath and ran to the shower for a quick clean up.

After his shower he looked at the clock and saw that it read seven fourty-five. He ran to his closet and pulled on his suit. He wiped the sleeves of his black jacket clean with his hands. He tied his thin black tie on and buttoned the collar. He ran his hand through his short spiky hair. He went into his kitchen and grabbed his car keys.

And with that he went on his way.