My life before I was housed next door to Nikita, against my will, was one of fun and whim. It was one of new ladies being by my side every night and leaving in the morning. Well, some of that hasn't changed, but now, I just get into a lot more trouble.

It wasn't that I didn't use to get into trouble, I just didn't have big brother watching over me all the time. Sometimes I wonder if they are really watching me when I'm in my apartment. That is kind of scary. I mean, yes, I had to do that a few times myself to make ends meet, but I hope Section isn't taping my performances with the ladies and making money off of it. That should be my money.

Either way, as I was saying, I used to have some fun and it was always related to a scam or two. I was really good at a few and they worked like charms, day in and day out. Lucky ole' Mick did have a few years of good luck.

I wonder if I rub Nikita if I'd get lucky again.

Mmm...

I used to know this son that worked as a charm, for the younger lasses and then older ones too. It had to be a good five to seven years ago. It's funny how the years get all mixed together after you hit woman two-hundred and fifty and how all of a sudden, the women start to blend together.

I don't carry a black book; it would be too thick.

The song was Red Red Wine. Talk about a song that sang out MICK! It was who I was, nice a smooth with all the right words. I was running a really good scam at that time, getting the best of many worlds, but particularly, older and younger women. It was a blast, bedding two a night. The ole' Mick machine was humming back then, like it could now if I ever get a crack at my popsicle next door. I think it would be her alone that would stop my catting around days.

She may be even too hot to handle maybe that's why she is alone.

Of course there is Michael and maybe they were doing the horizontal mambo or maybe the vertical tango, but something is wrong with them. I don't think anyone else sees him as an angel who is trying to be the antichrist or something. He scares me, plain out and that simple. He scares me and makes my entire genital area feel like it shrunk and tried to turn into a woman.

Where was I? Oh, the scam that had me rolling in money and rolling in women. During the day I was a respectful businessman, who had a connection with the diamond mines in South Africa. Something about old women that I learned out as a very young chap, the lure of diamonds will have them throwing money over to you hand over fist. It was a wonder and splendid idea if I must say so myself.

I never targeted women who weren't too well off. It would have been unkind of me and I'm not that bad of a guy. In fact, I'm not bad at all. I'd give the women something to think about, something to fantasize about. It was bloody perfect for me. Some of the old women were utterly alone, their own children not caring about how they got up in age and you would think with millions of dollars in inheritance up for grabs that they would have been watching more carefully.

In fact, the one time I played the scam there was a woman child like that. She was a beauty for the eyes and although I was sleeping with her mother, as the genes were perfect, if you catch my drift, it didn't stop me. A mother and daughter and they couldn't be more different. The older mother was very vocal while the daughter was emotional. I got a cool half million from that one before the daughter tried to plot to kill her mother, and there was a bonus.

The bonus? I got the granddaughter, who looked like Kate Moss with actual curves, for a week. How about that for rocking the cradle? I know that none of the woman complained and I left them all with a smile on their face.

Like I stated, I never took too much money. I mean, all those older women, didn't need that money. I needed that money and I took what I needed and skirted away, usually off to do the scam once again, after I bought new identifications and such. I think there was a woman or two still out there waiting to see the biggest diamond in the world to come from the M.S. Enterprise Mines and have their name on it. Too bad they don't know that the M.S. stands for my name!

Oh, the song, Red Red Wine. Well, most of the time, I could pleasure and swoon the older women into bed in less than an hour and be out of the old and mansion like houses by seven in the evening. It was beautiful to walk out of that house and know that I could get my groove on with a young chicken that knew how to peck!

The words went, "Red, red wine...Stay close to me...Don't let me be alone...It`s tearin` apart...My blue, blue heart..." and I would be slowly moving with the glass of red wine. It was utter perfection and that sad little look I could get on my face would have the women turning towards me. If they were cats, they'd be shaking their tails at me. The hook was in before I looked to them.

One of the girls was named Candy. She was the only one that I clearly remember. I muttered that I lost my girlfriend and now I was all alone. A few tears even were squeezed out of my eyes, which were a feat to do in a busy and loud club, but I was good at it. She wrapped her hand around my neck and lightly whipped the tears away from my face, whispering that it was ok.

Candy was so sweet. She even went as far as to say that I looked like the singer of the song. I slightly nodded my head with the song, going along with whatever she said, knowing that it would make the trip to her bed that much quicker and easier.

The rap part of the song always got to me. I was able to play it up and smile with the girl's by then, all of them falling into my sob story, just so I could get a decent lay for the night. I never used the women; they were using me as much as I was using them. It was a win-win situation for us all.

"Red red wine you make me feel so fine...You keep me rocking all of the time...Red red wine you make me feel so grand...I feel a million dollars when your just in my hand...Red red wine you make me feel so sad...Any time I see you go it makes me feel bad..." the rap part would blare out and every Joe in the club would know the words, but I was that man. I was the one that meant those words. Every woman that I selected by that time would rub my head and smile at me. They were like butter and I was the frying pan. I never had something work so easily on a woman.

I wonder if popsicle knows the song.... It's always worth a try.

Candy watched me mouth those words and she moved towards me and shoved my head down into her chest. It was sweet heaven. I can almost smell her now. She was so different.

She ended up being double jointed.

In fact, when I was with Candy, that was when the scam ended. I didn't make it back to the old woman's house to be there when she woke up. Somehow because I wasn't there when she opened her cataract filled eyes, she knew that I was just taking her for money.

I did get something out of her, a real diamond that I tried to give Candy.

Ah... Candy...

I think that cat was just like me. She strutted herself at me for a few days and when I asked if we could make it permanent, as I mean, she was everything that any man would want in bed, she smiled and laughed. She saw right threw me from the beginning and once I saw that she knew that I was just a common scam man, I knew that I would have the diamond for sometime.

I still have it. I thought about taken it to a pond shop or something like that. Why have a reminder of something like that? I mean, sometimes I think of Candy when I think of the song Red Red Wine. Mostly, I remember her positions that would put the entire business to shame. She was a teacher of the finest sexual gymnastics out there.

I look at the ring now and sigh. She was one that I wish I still had kept a hold onto. I dream of her sometimes. I had even engraved the ring.

Why does it say Mandy?

I thought Candy was the girl for this ring?

Well... when you are man in demand as I was, there is bound to be some confusion. I'm positive thought that Candy was the double-jointed one. Or was she the one that could tie the cherry stem into a double knot with her tongue?

Wait! I know Candy! She was the chick from the Waysides club. She danced in the cages for me... yeah, that was Candy!

I think.

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