1989: a story of two misfit kids from mid-west america making it big in the big apple. and in the true sense of the american dream they find themselves in a life of sex, money, drugs, and a little rock n roll too.
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August 1993
As Alma rearranged her bedroom closet, Bill was in the living room playing with Echo. Her giggles and even his laughter could be heard in the apartment.
"Silly!" Echo laughed when she placed one of her hair bows on top of his head.
In addition to making room for his clothing, she also needed to make room for the cash he had brought. She suggested they put it in the linen closet, but even if the apartment was small, that was just too far for Bill. He insisted that it needed to be in the bedroom. While on task, it dawned on her that they needed to move sooner rather than later if they could. With the three of them now living together, it would soon be cramped.
On the way home from the airport, she asked if he wanted to drive by a house that she had been shown by the realtor. She found it quite quaint, and it was the only one out of the four others she had viewed so far that she could picture her family in. However, on the drive, Bill didn't want to go on any detours with a cargo of cash.
After Alma placed some of her clothing and a few pairs of shoes in Echo's closet, there was finally enough room in hers. She called out to Bill, and it took him a second because their daughter still wanted his company.
"I'll be back, baby." He assured her when he grabbed two black packing totes by the front door.
Despite her grumbling, she listened to him and stayed in the living room with her toys to occupy her. She was looking at the duffle bags he had placed on the bed and was somewhat nervous to attempt to open them herself. It had been quite some time since she had been in the presence of such a large amount of cash. Her gaze turned from her room and down the hallway when he approached. He had since showered and was wearing only charcoal-colored Nike running shorts. His body had gotten even more toned and cut since she last saw him. She averted her gaze back to the bags to avoid openly gawking. They needed to stay on task before getting in bed to break their two-month dry spell.
"Are those big enough?" Alma asked with her hands on her hips when he placed the totes on the carpeted floor. Bill's only instruction was to find the biggest totes, and that they were not see-through.
"Yeah. Open them," he gestured at the bags with a smirk.
After his shower, he took the clothes out of them so that Alma could put them away. She unzipped one, and her eyes widened.
"Fuck." She smiled brightly. "How much is it?"
"I got it down to about a hundred fifty." He said unzipping the other bag. "The other hundred is half laundered through the club, and the other half is in one of the offshore accounts."
Alma nodded contemplatively, picking up a band of hundreds, and fanned the edge with her thumb. Bill stood beside her, gazing down. He liked the sight of her amongst the money, and it reminded him of old times. When he would throw cash in the air of his bedroom and shower her naked body. Suddenly, Alma felt the sexual air coming off him, and she looked up to meet his lips already crashing down on hers. His hand started to push her tight tank top up, but she broke away from his lips to get some air and stop.
