Mother may I?

 

It was a cold night, dogs were howling, bitches were complaining and whores littered the streets. In other words it was boring. There was nothing to do, I'd all ready got enough from the johns - what else was there to do other than stalk the pretty woman?

 

That night was the start. I met my mother and dear god was she perfect. Together we stalked the world - the Vulture and her China Doll.