Sammi calls us a couple of cabs as Becky stuffs the last humongous bite of stroopwafel into her mouth. She moans as she chews it, a disturbingly sensual sound.

“Good, Becks?” I ask through my giggles.

“Mmm!” she replies, using her finger to scoop the crumbs from her plate.

Damn, pregnant Becky can fucking eat.

“Five minutes.” Sammi says, setting her phone on the table.

“Should we be worried?” Mysti asks, glancing at the kid now on her lap. “I mean, the red light district isn’t really the place for a child.”

“Well, that’s where the address is…” Becky answers.

“Yeah,” I chime in. “And we can’t exactly keep him, so we’ve got to start somewhere.”

She nods grudgingly.

“It just feels a little wrong, you know?”

I nod. Yeah, taking a kid to a street lined with brothels isn’t exactly high on my list of desires. Still, if that’s the only clue we’ve got, we have to at least check it out.

“Don’t worry,” I say. “We’re not gonna leave him anywhere he doesn’t belong.”

Mysti smiles, bouncing her leg seemingly without noticing.

“Okay, that sounds good.”

We sit silently as we wait for the cab, the only noise being the occasional cry of ‘Mommy!’ coming from Mysti’s lap.

The quiet feels less tense now that we have a destination. The hunt has always seemed to ease our minds somewhat. Something we all have in common, panic only seems to set in when we’re sitting still. Point us to a direction though, and we get shit done.

The cabs roll to a halt in front of us only minutes later, the drivers letting out small beeps from their horns.

“Ready?” I ask, glancing at the girls.

Nods all around.

I feel a maniacal grin pulling at my lips. Now comes the fun part!

We quickly pile in.

Mysti, her new shadow, and Becky end up in one. Sammi and I hop into another. As one, they pull away, quickly picking up speed.

Our driver looks at us oddly when we confirm our destination, no doubt wondering what’s up with the kid in the other car.

He’s definitely not the only one.

I’m more than eager to put that little issue behind us. The last thing I need now is a kidnapping charge.

Sammi and I exchange theories along the way. Her guessing where we got the kid, me speculating about my mystery man.

“And his cock—” I say.

“Yes, yes.” She interrupts, “You’ve mentioned it. More than once.”

“Well, it bears repeating.”

“I get it Perce.”

“I really don’t think you do.”

She laughs loudly at that.

“I’m married to Lock, remember?”

Well, she’s got me there. There’s really no denying that he’s one fine piece of ass, even if he’s not totally my type.

“Alright, I guess. But really, Sammi, you should have seen this guy’s dick.” I gesture with my hands, a crude estimate.

“No way.”

“Would I lie to you?”

She giggles as she turns her attention to her phone, tracking our progress.

“Almost there.”

“Finally.”

I stare out the window, wondering when we’ll know we’ve entered the red light district. Turns out, it’s not hard to decipher.

One minute I’m zoning out on boring store fronts, then suddenly, BAM. Tits as far as the eye can see.

The light fixtures for which the area is named glow hotly around us. Even in the middle of the day, the ladies are already hard at work.

Countless windows burn brightly at street level, women of every type working it on the other side. Men wander aimlessly back and forth, some in groups, some alone. I spot the occasional woman as well.

“This is awesome,” I say, pressing my face against the car window, desperately trying to get a better view.

I feel the car slowing down as we approach a particularly large building. A dozen windows line the sidewalk, each filled by a different gorgeous woman.

“Here,” the driver says, gesturing towards the brothel.

I pay him quickly, already reaching for the door handle.

I hear Sammi laughing as I jump from the car, my feet flying over the cement as I rush to get a better view.

“Wait up!” she calls from behind, closing the door.

I hear three other doors slam as well. Good, all here then.

The girls rush around me, the kid still clinging to Mysti.

“Maybe we should cover his eyes?” Becky asks, watching as he stares toward the windows.

“Yeah…” I start, before being immediately cut off by a scream.

“Ahhh,” an unfamiliar voice cries, drawing all our attentions, “Finn!”

I turn towards the sound, surprised that it’s coming from the other side of the glass. One of the women breaks character, her tits bouncing as she bangs on her window.

“Oh my God, you found him!” she yells, eyes locked onto Mysti. “Please, don’t move!” She turns and disappears behind a curtain, her ass flashing us as she runs.

Not a minute later, she flies out the front door, Dutch words spilling from her lips in a rush.

“Dank je! Dank je!” she cries, rushing towards us like a freight train.

She reaches Mysti in no time, dropping to the ground to embrace the bear child. I mean, Finn.

“Oh, thank you! You’ve brought him back!”

“Are you his mother?” Mysti asks.

The woman squeezes him tightly.

“Yes, thank you so much for returning him to me! Where did you find him?”

Raiding our refrigerator somehow doesn’t seem like a great explanation at this point. In fact, I’m willing to bet that’s going to lead to a lot of unanswerable questions.

“Near our hotel.” I chime in, drawing her eyes to me and cutting off Mysti before she can say too much.

For a minute she looks like she might ask more questions, but thankfully thinks better of it.

“Well, I’m in your debt,” she says, standing to shake each of our hands in turn. “How can I repay you?”

“Oh, that’s really not necessary,” Sammi pipes in. “We’re just glad he’s home.”

“You’re sure?”

“Absolutely.”

She nods, tears slipping from her eyes. Her heavy makeup runs down her face in streams of black.

She takes the time to once again shake our hands before turning back to the brothel, Finn’s hand tightly clutched in her own.

“Awww! I’m gonna miss that little guy!” Becky says as they disappear inside. She’s looking a little tearful herself.

All I can do is laugh. Pregnancy is really doing a number on her.

“Well I’m just glad we found her,” I say, glancing around the street. “I still have no idea why we were here though.”

The girls all nod, looking around in question.

“Well, we’ve got to start somewhere,” Sammi says, gesturing down the street.

As one we start to walk, anxiously looking about for anything familiar.

Frankly, given our surroundings, it’s a little hard to focus.

I’m starting to think I might have missed my calling. Watching the girls work their stuff in the windows, I have a feeling I might have done well in their line of work.

A larger group of men is clustered around one window in particular, a busty blonde in see-through lingerie demanding their attention.

I watch, intrigued, as she leans forward, cleavage spilling from her bra.

She’s got great tits, I’ll give her that, but I really think I could put on a better show.

Shit, if it were me, I’d drag someone in there with me, show ‘em what they’re paying for. Oh, I can just picture it now.

I start chuckling under my breath, actually getting pretty turned on by the idea.

Suddenly my legs slow in mid-stride, head whipping back towards the girls.

Oh, fuck.

The memories flood through me in an instant, so real my vision blurs.

“Percy?” Sammi asks, the first to notice I had stopped walking

“Oh, yay, I think she remembers something!” Becky calls, sounding far away.

I close my eyes, letting the images wash over me.

Oh yeah, we were definitely here last night.

And I totally put on a better show.