Perverts 'R' Us

The Perverted Prowler

By H. Grant ( M/g, pedo, toddler, rape, diapers, ws, scat )

Warren knew what to look for. And most importantly, he knew where to look. Searching for pics and vids of little kids on the Internet was one thing, but finding an opportunity in real life was an entirely different story. Being extremely careful went without saying. However, it also took a lot of research and planning.

Warren was attracted to very young girls - especially toddlers. He had a sickening desire for the particular habits and behaviors that were unique to this age group. His thick penis enjoyed the drooling, baby babbles, toddling, squatting, and messing that little girls in this age group were known for. He enjoyed the way they smelled. The light soap, the baby breath, and especially the aroma of baby powder between their soft little legs. He loved their innocence, and the act of betrayal of that very innocence when they went potty in their sweet little diapers. He also enjoyed the notion of defiling them and molesting them in cruel and degrading ways once they were "dirty." Upon making "messy," the child was no longer deserving of any sort of respect, rather they were now deserving of sick and degrading humiliation. That was the part that Warren enjoyed the most. It was the only thing left in life that made his evil cock explode into intense orgasm.

Indeed, Warren had many years of practice to hone his craft. He now had plenty of real life experiences under his belt to draw from. He was now a veteran predator and (as mentioned above) he knew exactly where to hunt for his victims. Today, he was on the prowl and his cock was hard as hell.

The age group of little girls that attracted Warren didn't fall off trees. They were always closely guarded by someone - usually a relative. This made the victimization of the child very difficult, but not impossible. This process required the initial "hunt" for a much older victim - usually the mother of the child. In Warren's sick and demented mind, the profile for a successful victim usually read something like this: Very young mom (usually teenage to early 20's), raised in abusive household under impoverished conditions. Young mom seeks attention. Young mom tries drugs and alcohol to fit in with her peers - who are also raised in white trash impoverished conditions. Young mom seeks attention from opposite sex and will have sex with anyone who will give it to her - which usually entails multiple partners. Young mom gets knocked up. The five or six boyfriends she's had within the course of 18 months (give or take) deny responsibility. Young mom cannot afford to take her case to a court. Young mom's abusive parent (notice there is no plural here) learns of her predicament and either A: gets angry and kicks her out. OR B: Cannot afford the additional burden and cost of a grandchild born out of wedlock and kicks her out anyway. Either way, the young mom usually find herself desperate and living out on the street at this point.

The profile continues: Young mom is left to fend for herself. Young mom has no place to live. Young mom takes more drugs to feel better about life. Young mom becomes unable to sustain her drug habit with a legitimate income. Young mom turns to selling her body on the street. Her looks begin to fade after giving birth to her child. Young mom is forced to do more perverse and sickening things with her male "clients" in order to make the money she once did when she began "hooking." Young mom's child becomes slightly older - drugs, diapers, and baby food become more and more of a financial burden. Young mom becomes much more desperate - turning more tricks a day than ever before. Young mom loses what little self-esteem she has left. Young mom's drug addiction takes over all other priorities in her life - including the well being of her child. Then, finally, young mother will do anything at all get another high - ANYTHING!

This is usually the point when a sick pervert like Warren moves in on her. This is most likely to occur when the young slut is very desperate and, consequently, VERY willing. This is when the young woman's child is ripe and ready to be victimized. This is the point where no one will be alerted or notified. The child is too young to talk coherently yet - and therefore will not tell anyone. The young mother has lost all sense of priority and will never tell the police. All she wants is her next fix. And now - more than ever before - she needs a steady stream of male clients to keep up her drug habit. Calling the police on ANY of her clients would almost certainly narrow her list of customers and reduce what little income she has left.

Calling the police on disgusting perverts like Warren will certainly not help her needs - especially if the perverts (men much like Warren) who want to have a "special session" to "play" with her daughter often pay much more money than the sickos that want to degrade and abuse her own body. As a matter of fact, it is these child molesters that often turn out to be the young mom's bread and butter, and she becomes very pleased and willing to cater to their needs - at the expense of her useless "cunt" of a daughter whom, by this time, has annoyed her to no end, causing her nothing but headaches, and drying up most of her drug money. The young mother begins to care less and less about her little girl and more and more about catering to the wishes of her child molesting clients.

This is inevitably where a pervert like Warren comes in. He has seen these kinds of women prostituting themselves on the inner city streets time and again. He is experienced and he is ready. He has done this many times before. Today is Tuesday and it is sunny and 82 degrees out. The cheap cunts won't be difficult to spot. Their sleazy white trash outfits have "desperate whore" and "poverty slut" written all over them. All he has to do is find the perfect victim with a daughter of the appropriate age (stretch marks on the whore's stomach and abdomen are usually a telltale sign). Then it is strictly a matter of luring them into his lavish car, being nice to them, patronizing them with false compliments, and offering them lots of money to play "coochie coo" with their sweet little girl. This formula has worked many times before. And it will work again.

Today was Tuesday, and Warren had taken one of his many vacation weeks from his job as a senior executive at a large business firm in New York. He had plenty of cash and free time to seek out and indulge in his quest for perverted sexual fulfillment. He had taken his expensive SUV out for a spin in his favorite "neck of the woods" to find his potential victim - the North Jersey city of Newark. It was on the outskirts of Manhattan just 15 minutes outside of the Lincoln tunnel. The usual gutter whores where on the beat. They tended to be black women or much older white women who were all washed up and permanently scarred and damaged. Warren had little interest at all in these types of prostitutes. Fortunately, the kind of "cunt" he was looking for could also be found in these parts, but they were usually the ones who were snatched up first and therefore it took a little more patience to find these special kinds of girls. Warren breathed deeply and exhaled slowly. He had to be patient. After all, he wasn't the only child molester out here that had figured out his strategy. He had to wait his turn. That was fine with him. He had all day and all night. Hell, he had the rest of the week for that matter. Having divorced his ex-wife years ago (or rather she divorced him), he was a free wheeling middle aged man. Life was great. And it was about to get better...

There, standing on the corner, was the useless "cunt" of his dreams. This young tart looked to be in her late teens and had pale white skin. She had long blond hair (probably dyed) that hung down past her thin shoulder blades. She was wearing a cheap pair of cutoff jeans that were ripped at the base and looked liked the classic pair of daisy dukes. She wore a cheap halter-top that exposed the upper potions of her small breasts. Warren was a few cars behind at this intersection and so he eyed her carefully. She seemed to be looking around desperately at all the cars that were stopping at the traffic light. She certainly seemed to be in need of something (probably drugs) and Warren certainly had the means and the money to help her - for a special price of course. Yep, today was a good day for the filthy child pervert. He didn't have to wait very long. This young teenybopper was exactly the kind of trailer trash he was looking for. She was perfect!

Warren pulled is SUV around the corner away from the main avenue and stopped. The young hooker took this on cue and hurriedly made her way to the passenger side. Warren unlocked the automatic door and the stupid cunt got in quickly to avoid being potentially seen by various law enforcement. She had green eyes that seemed a bit worn and tired for a young cunt her age. Warren noticed needle marks almost immediately on her arms and legs. To top it off, the filthy whore smelled like she hadn't bathed in a while - more specifically, she smelled like urine! Probably one of her previous "clients" had used her for a toilet - not uncommon for a sleazy street cunt like herself. Warren's cock was already rock hard. He politely introduced himself under a false name (hookers never checked for ID) and let her touch his crotch. This was a prostitute's standard procedure to make sure they weren't being snagged by an undercover cop. The young girl had the shakes and it was obvious that she was far overdue for her fix.

"What is your name sweetie?" He asked her politely.

"It's Shelly." The young blond stammered looking at him anxiously and smiling as best she could.

It was obvious that she wanted him to like her and take her out on "a date."

"Mmm Shelly. That's a nice name for a girl like you. What's a pretty little thing like you doin' in the street?"

The young cunt blushed a little.

"I...I um...you know....I'm lookin' for a date. You sure you ain't a cop or nuthin are ya?" she stammered.

"No sweetheart. I'm no cop. I'm just cruising the streets looking for a little action myself. You seem like a pretty girl who likes to please men. Is this true?" I was kind of hoping you were 'that kind' of girl."

Warren was working her over well. He wanted to get the point across that he like obedient girls - girls who would do anything he wanted.

The young blond slut nodded her head and cooed her response as sexily as she could.

"Mmm Mister. I certainly am that kind of girl. I really like to make men happy. Wanna see my titties?"

"That would be nice darling. Also, can I see your stomach? I like women who have plopped out a baby or two. Do you have stretch marks?"

The young cunt giggled a little. She thought this was kind of strange. She raised her halter-top to reveal her stomach and tiny pale breasts. It was clear from the obvious outline of her rib cage that she hadn't bothered to eat very often. Drug addiction does this to women. Warren had seen it all before. He was a pro when it came to determining just how willing and desperate a young cunt really was. Shelly was exactly the kind of girl he was prowling for. He was even more pleased and horny when he gazed upon her pale abdomen. She had some stretch marks there - an indication that she had given birth in recent years.

"Mmm yes indeed. Seems you've had a child recently. Is it a girl or a boy?" Warren asked in a kind and unobtrusive way.

Shelly hesitated - though only for a moment. This man had a kind demeanor about him that seemed to make her relax a little. More importantly though, he was well dressed and appeared to be loaded with money judging from his business clothes and his SUV.

"I have a little girl. She's 2½ years old." she answered slowly.

"Very nice indeed Shelly." Replied Warren grinning at her.

The middle-aged pervert eyed the stupid cunt up and down again. She was clearly a drug addict judging from her scars.

"I'll bet your daughter is quite a handful to take care of, considering your other hobbies and habits."

Shelly looked back at him for a moment, then looked shyly down at her knees.

"Yeah. She's a real pain in the ass. All she does is wine and fuss all day. I hate taking care of her. I wish my aunt could help me out, but she moved out of state."

It was clear to Warren that the young hooker was trying to lay on the sob story. Sometimes pity worked with her clients. Some of them probably felt sorry for her and gave her tips. But not Warren. He was an evil man who cared nothing for her (or her child's) predicament. All he wanted to do was take advantage of this stupid cunt's situation. He smiled at her and put a suggestive hand on her knee and slowly moved it up and down her lower thigh.

"Now just relax dear. I know you're on drugs. I can tell by the scars on your arms and legs. You really need a fix don't you?"

The little blond piece of trash lowered her head in shame, then raised her gaze up to meet his. Tears were beginning to form in her tired green eyes. It was clear she cared for nothing more than that. All she wanted was drugs.

"y..yes mister...I...I really need one bad....can you help me...I.....I'll do anything you want."

"Well that's a very kind offer Shelly dear. But it's not you that I want. I have a lot of money that I'm sure you could use right about now, but you have to help me out too." Warren suggested calmly.

The young whore looked up at him with brief surprise - but only briefly. She had been approached by a child molester before who had expressed interest in her baby. Back then she had the will power to say no. But that was nearly a year ago and a lot had changed since then. Her blood was now corroded and poisoned with drugs. Her mind was no longer her own. She was now a slave to her body's intense cravings for heroin. She desperately needed a fix. This man was kind enough to pull over and offer her money. All she had to do was exactly what he wanted - and Shelly had a feeling she knew exactly what he wanted.

"I...I think I can help you Mister." She replied looking down at her scar-laced legs and feeling sick to her stomach. "I...I'll do anything you want...I need money really bad."

"I know you do Shelly dear. And I'm willing to give you $200.00 if you will be kind enough to introduce me to your sweet little girl. I promise I won't hurt her, but I do expect you to let me have my way with her for a least a few hours."

"I...uh...I...OK mister. I think I know what you want. I have to get back soon. My baby is all alone. I live in a one-room apartment up the street. It's not really clean. I...(sob)...I hope you won't mind the mess."

"Certainly not dear. That's why I picked you up off the street. You're just a desperate piece of trash looking for a fix. I hope you don't mind me degrading you like this, but it's part of the $200.00 package. I like to degrade and humiliate stupid little cunts like you. You don't mind if I degrade you do you 'Shelly Cunt?"

Shelly smiled up at him and batted her sweet, white trash eyes. When she heard that he was offering $200.00, what little inhibitions she had were now melting away - along with her sense of care for her daughter. He was offering more money that she had ever made on one day - even when she was just starting out. This man was a gold mine, and she would do anything to please him.

"I don't mind mister. I'm used to being degraded. In fact, an old man paid me fifty bucks to let him pee on me a little while ago."

"You let him pee on you didn't you?" Warren smiled evilly. "You definitely smell like piss and you certainly do look like the perfect female toilet."

The filthy pervert reached over and stuck his filthy fingers close to her mouth. The stupid blond cunt parted her smelly lips and opened up her dumb little mouth instinctively.

"Lets just see how 'willing' you are Shelly Cunt." Warren said as he jammed three of his dirty fingers into her sleazy mouth and wiggled them around inside.

The desperate blond sucked and slurped like an obedient little pig. She was such a sweetheart and very willing to please - just the way Warren liked his women. It was an added bonus that young Shelly was a "pee pee kind of girl." She had sunk really low by now. The drugs were now working their filthy magic on her stupid little mind. Warren was sure that it wasn't Shelly's first time receiving a golden shower from a customer. She probably hated it the first time. But gradually the stupid cunt probably learned to enjoy taking a warm "golden bath." Golden showers were especially rewarding to desperate little cunts like her - especially on cold winter evenings when she needed to keep warm.

"So you like golden showers don't you Shelly Cunt?"

"(slurp)..ughhn aha yeah (gag... slurp...slop)."

"That's a good little piggy. I'll bet you wouldn't mind taking a 'brown' bath for the right price wouldn't you - you wouldn't mind if I pooped on you're skanky little face would you - especially if I added an extra $50.00 to the package?"

"(slurp)..ughhn aha yeah (gag... slurp...slop)....I gaghg love pooghve poop (slobber...suck...slurp)"

"Well Shelly dear, it seems you might just get you're wish. You just be a good little cunt and lead me to your shitty daughter and we'll see how things go. I hope you haven't potty trained the baby slut yet have you?" He asked withdrawing his slimy fingers from her stupid little mouth.

"No mister. She hasn't been toilet trained yet. She's still wearing diapers." Shelly replied trying to smile sexily at him through her tears.

The young whore felt like she needed to throw up. This pervert was as sick as they came. But he was sooo rich! She needed the money badly. She withheld her urge to puke. She didn't want to make him angry or turned off by messing up his car.

"So how bout it Shelly Cunt? You want that extra $50.00 dollars? Does Shelly want a warm 'brown' shower afterward?"

"oohhh yes Mister...I need all the money I can get...I like it a lot...especially on my face!"

Warren smiled down at his stupid little prize. She was the perfect little "toilet target."

"You're such a good little whore Shelly Cunt. You're learning what men really like in a woman." He soothed in a cool and calculating voice. "Now lead me to your daughter, I'll bet she likes playing with shit too!"

Shelly was feeling very sick now. It was a combination of her desire for heroin and her disdain for this asshole. He was truly the filthiest of all perverts - very sick and demented.

Then the drugs took over her mind again.

***But he is such a nice man. He has lots and lots of money. He is so kind and generous. He's going to help me get my powder. Such an adorable and sexy old man. I'll do anything thing he wants - ANYTHING. All he has to do is ask me.***

Shelly surrendered to the drugs in her mind and veins. She was no longer herself. She was now just a worthless object of pleasure and obedience - a puppet on drugs being controlled by the many tentacles and strings it held over her mind and body. She was nothing but a "play toy" now. A play toy just for Warren. And she was eternally grateful to him. He was a VERY kind and generous man. He was her savior. He was going to help her get high again. Such a nice man. Such a beautiful and wonderful man.

The little blond tart smiled up at Warren as she led him to her apartment complex down the filthy street. She wanted to please him so much. Her heart ached to please him in any way possible. She hoped that her mouth and face would make the perfect receptacle for his bodily waste. Maybe, if she pleased him enough, he would ask her out on another date. Then she could make another $200.00 dollars. Shelly wanted to make sure that Warren's stay in her cheap apartment was both memorable and pleasurable. She would do anything to make sure that her stupid daughter pleased him - even if it meant smacking her around until she did as she was told. She wanted her daughter to behave for this man.

***Such a kind man. Such a successful man. Such a warm and generous man. I would do ANYTHING to make him happy. I want him to ask me out again***

* * * *

The old apartment complex smelled musty and stale. It was comprised of three floors with several separate rooms on each. Warren knew the types of people who lived here. They were almost always comprised of welfare parents, drug addicts, teenagers (like Shelly) with virtually no income at all, and drunks. The shelf life of a typical tenant usually lasted no more than a few months in a place like this. Then the inevitable eviction notice came and a new group of losers moved in. It was clear to Warren that the landlord cared nothing for these people. The building was old and falling apart. There was no air conditioning and the paint on the walls was chipping away with age.

The young cunt led him up to the second floor and down a narrow hallway. The carpet smelled like vomit and the slight smell of stale urine was unmistakable to Warren. A few moments later, the cheap hooker led him inside a small room that comprised her stupid little white trash world. There was only a kitchen and four small rooms. There was nothing but junk and trash strewn all over the place and the stench of soiled diapers was quite pervasive. Apparently young Shelly was so far gone in her drug habit that cleaning up after herself (or her child) was no longer a priority for her. Warren's cock became stiffer than ever when he smelled the scent of wet and poopy diapers. He even spotted one on the floor half open. What a stupid cunt of a girl. If DYFS had seen this place they would have scooped the child right up and carried her away to a shelter. Fortunately for Warren, no one ever bothered to check on Shelly and her daughter. In fact, nobody cared. Everyone who lived in this complex was doing something illegal. It was a roach trap to be sure. Hell, even the roaches probably lived better than these pathetic people.

Warren surveyed the scene one last time before he made his way into the daughter's bedroom. He gazed upon the half open Disney diaper. It was all white with pink girlie trim with a hint of brown mush inside. If Warren had any ounce of respect left for the little cunt, it dissolved right then and there. This little "cunt princess" was due to be fondled and jerked around - much like her sleazy mother. The fun was only just beginning.

As soon as she showed Warren inside the room, the young hooker begged him to give her the cash up front so that she could run out to buy drugs. Warren handed her a fifty-dollar bill.

"You get the rest when I'm through with your cunt of a daughter." He scolded. "Also, it's insurance so you don't go blabbing to the cops."

"Don't worry Mister. I promise I won't tell anyone. Hell I don't care what you do with her, just pay me the rest when I get back." she pleaded.

"I'll pay you the rest when you return. Just don't come back too soon. I want to treat your daughter like the little whore she is." He replied.

Shelly grabbed the fifty-dollar bill and rushed out without saying another word. Warren gazed briefly on the little toddler sleeping on the floor in the corner of the room. She had dirty blond hair and was dressed in a little t-shit that read "Princess" on is. Her lower body was adorned only with a disposable Cinderella diaper. From the smell of it, it was quite soiled and messy already.

Warren grinned to himself as he exited the room momentarily. He went out to the main living room (such as it was) and locked the chain on the door. Then he inspected the rest of the small apartment to make sure all was safe for his perverted little session with the sleeping piece of filth in the small bedroom. Warren hadn't bothered to ask the prostitute for her daughter's name. He didn't care. The little cunt was just an object for his pleasure, and he intended to use her up like a useless scrap of toilet paper. Hell, maybe he would wind up using HER as a piece of toilet tissue. Of course, it all depended on his mood - which tended to change from one moment to the next when he was engaged in molesting a small child.

Warren entered the child's room and removed his clothes. The toddler stirred herself awake and began to cry almost immediately. She was definitely uncomfortable lying in her squishy Cinderella Pampers. It smelled of stale BM and urine. Warren moved closer to the child and knelt down. He turned her over and began smelling and licking the filthy piece of "fuck trash" all over her smelly body. The child stopped crying and grew curious as to these new sensations. Gradually, the sensations grew more hostile. In addition to licking and smelling, Warren began to bite on the child's soft baby nipples. They were so tiny they could only pass for dots. The little cunt began to whimper her displeasure in soft baby moans, but Warren was relentless. He began stroking his dick with one hand and cupping his lusty palm against the crotch of her stinky diaper with the other. Warren could almost feel the disgusting warmth of poo poo encased within Cinderella's secret potty place. He could almost make out the squishy and mushy sounds of her smelly "preschool mud" as his hand caused the dirty crud to mash itself deeper and further into the child's helpless crotch - caking itself deep inside the crevice of her baby bottom and upwards toward her sleazy little pisser.

"Just a filthy little child cunt you are sweetie. Now just lay still and let Uncle Warren play special little potty games with you're sweet messy cunny." He soothed menacingly.

The little piece of trash lay still while Warren had his way with her soft smelly body. The sick pervert undid the tapes on her poop-smeared diaper and unfolded the front. The sleazy toddler giggled and cooed at all the attention she was finally getting - especially between her smelly little legs. A large pile of "little girl poopies" greeted his twisted eyes and nostrils. The musky odor of baby powder and squishy brown child candy seemed so warm, sexy, and inviting to the middle-aged pervert. He immediately immersed his sick hand inside the smelly depths of her disposable diaper and wiggled his mentally ill fingers into the warm pile of kiddy stink that greeted him with a friendly "kiddy toy" embrace. Warren scooped up a large chunk of the child's soft brown poo poo and began wiggling his sick finger inside the child's pee stained vagina. The child's little pink folds turned from a lovely golden color of stale pee pee into a sexy shade of girl scout brownie poop. Now her soft little pisser would become much more sexy for the disgusting pervert who was molesting her, and it would make his cock even harder with lust.

The toddler's little whimpers and soft coos only served to heighten Warren's perverse sexual arousal. He gazed lustfully down at his stupid little prize. The twisted smell of the child's warm poopies entered his nose again and his evil cock twitched and bobbled in sick appreciation and approval of it's master's catch of the day. The child's soft, heart shaped bottom was covered with smelly chocolate icing for Warren's sickening pleasure. She was definitely a dream toy for a gross pedophile like Warren. She was made for him, and his cock twitched and "boinged" in appreciation of all the smelly gifts that the little cunt had to offer him.

Warren continued to grope the dirty little tyke for almost an hour - taking in all the pleasant sensations of the little "potty smears" and sexy brown poo poo smells the little kiddy cunt had to offer him. Gradually, the rigid head of his evil vessel craved to explore the warmth and squishy underworld of the child's special diaper candy for itself. Warren's thick menacing cock wanted to bathe itself inside the smelly brown chocolate the toddler had created just for him. It wanted to feel the soft squishy warmth and messy poopy smears all around it's shaft and sick little head. Warren obliged his cock with everything it desired. He rubbed his thick penis all around the inside of the child's diaper - coating it with the sweetest brown candy the dumb little girl had to offer. She was such a good little whore. The little kiddy cunt felt so soft, moist, and pleasantly obedient. Little cunts like her enjoyed making soft pooey gifts for perverts like Warren. It's what she was made for. This was her sole purpose in life - to please Warren.

Warren found that the little preschool slut also had another purpose. The smelly piece of two-year-old toilet trash would make a nice receptacle for his perverted cock. With the child's "Cinderella poo poo" smeared all over his sick cock and testicles, Warren plunged his vessel deep and hard into the little girl's womb. The child screamed out in pain, but no one in the apartment complex cared. Warren had already accounted for this problem. He figured correctly that this little piece of fuck meat had probably cried out just as loud many times before and the tenants were probably used to it. They would simply dismiss it as just another one of her many tantrums. Warren was right. No one listened and no one cared. He could fuck the little cunt anyway he wanted.

And he did.

The sick child molester fucked the little girl hard with his pooped stained cock. Trails of sickening shit mashed and smeared itself all over the inside of the toddler's vagina. A pool of red dribbled out of her cunt from the violent invasion and dribbled into the open diaper. Warren didn't care. His cock was in pure heaven. The smell of the little cunt's poopy diaper and pee stained cunny were all that was needed to bring Warren into a gushing climax. Within moments, the child's soft vaginal walls became infected with the child molester's sickening poison. Large gooey globs of thick white "man cream" splashed and dribbled all around the inside of her soft pooey vagina - coating it with sweet twisted poison. Warren slowly withdrew his cock and watched as little rivulets of gushy white goop began to dribble and ooze slowly out of her chocolate coated pussy hole and into the warmth of the friendly disposable diaper that lay beneath.

Warren felt powerful and strong as ever. His sickening desires and thirst for power were finally quenched once again. The disgusting pervert washed his privates off and picked up his clothes. He didn't feel like waiting for the stupid cunt of a mother to return to the apartment. Besides, had he waited, he might have been sitting there all night. Hell, the stupid whore was probably outside somewhere getting stoned out of her small, dimwitted mind. Warren finished getting dressed and headed for the door. Then he remembered the money. Despite his evil disposition, Warren was a fair man. He left $150.00 on the kitchen counter for Shelly. Besides, if he didn't pay, it would have set a bad precedent for future "Johns" who wanted to take advantage of her in almost the same way. Also, by paying her off, it meant that she would probably be more than happy to accommodate him in the future. Judging from the fun time he had with her filthy daughter, it wouldn't be a stretch to suggest that he would probably come back again. Thanks to Shelly's stupidity, he knew exactly where she lived. All it would take was a desperate craving for more drugs, a knock at the door, and a handful of money from a generous pervert like himself, and the stinky toddler slut would be all his to enjoy over and over again. Warren left the room and walked down the narrow hallway - retracing his steps back from where he came. The scent of vomit and stale urine entered his nostrils again.

**Thank god for poverty** He thought to himself.

Poverty was a child molester's best friend. Fortunately for perverts much like Warren, the vicious cycle of poverty, domestic violence, and sexual abuse clearly would not end any time soon - at least not with the current administration on Capital Hill. If anything, those conservative politicians seemed bent on eliminating the middle class and pushing them down the food chain into levels of poverty similar to the ones he observed in the city of Newark.

Warren smiled to himself. He was definitely on the side of the "Have's" as opposed to the side of the "Have Nots." Thankfully, he made plenty of money in his current career position and wasn't tied down to a marriage - let alone children of his own. Life was good, and tomorrow would be another new day. Warren checked his wallet. There was still almost $400.00 remaining inside of it. Of course, he had plenty more savings in the bank, but why bother taking more out? He had plenty of cash, and the kind of whores he shopped for were as cheap as women came.

Indeed, tomorrow would be another day. A warm and humid day. A great day for prowling whores in sleazy low class outfits that revealed almost everything. Warren smiled to himself again. Indeed, life was good. Very good!

THE END

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