Andrea had golden hair, big tits, and not a brain in her head ... after all, she was only fifteen that golden summer she'd met Frogman. So what if Daddy thought he was a needle-freak who'd crawled out of a sewer? Frogman was her own little Frogman, and she loved him, and, when you're fifteen, that's all that really matters.
So, when she zipped him up, after swallowing every bit, she didn't mind that the only sign of satisfaction he gave was a warm belch, doubtlessly caused by the cheap rot-gut he was forever drinking.
She ignored this, grabbing his great nodding head away from his bottle, and gave him a great big kiss on his rough unshaven face.
"Huh? Wha's tha' for?" he mumbled.
"Just you never mind. I'm going out for a minute, but I'll be right back, so you be good, okay?"
She mussed his filthy hair, and he almost fell out of his chair, but Andrea grabbed him in time, and propped him back up.
"Be good now. I'll be right back."
Andrea left Frogman to mumble and stumble his way though the same old dirge he always sang when he was happy. She walked down a dim hallway to an unmarked door that she entered without knocking.
Inside was a woman who looked old enough to be anyone's grandmother, surrounded by the colorful and eccentric bric-a-brac that always surrounds grandmothers. She was talking on the phone and waving a plump chicken-bone while she talked. Andrea took a seat to wait.
"...okay, okay, I'll have them ready for you by Thursday, okay, goodbye."
She bit off a mouthful of fatty chicken, which didn't stop her from talking.
"That was your father, Andrea. Another orgy," she cackled. "He may not like my prices, but nobody else can get the kinky specialties he needs. He's got to deal with me."
She took another bite.
Andrea made a face.
"It's not fair. He can do anything he wants, but he won't let me see my only friend. It's not fair, I tell you."
"I know, kid, I know. Remind me to tell you sometime about the rat who betrayed me, then stole my daughters. If I ever get my hands on him ... "
She made a motion, as if wringing the neck of the chicken she was eating.
Suddenly, the door burst open....