Rutherford Stonemiller looked at his hands. Callouses from his days in the
warehouse were still there. He wore a 10 thousand dollar suit with an equally
expensive watch and drove a car that cost as much as a three story home, but none of that mattered if a Japanese investor felt those damning, middle class hands. He'd spent a fortune on hand creams, but nothing worked. The next step, of course, was Botox.

"Green Party..." he said with clinched teeth, his lips drawing back as if retreating from the poison words. He stared at a photo of his daughters that sat on his mahogany desk. He grunted, and slammed his fist down. Stonemiller snatched the photo. He looked upon the smooth faces of his daughters, and growled.

Sandra was his eldest daughter at 24. She had inherited her mothers looks with her dark red hair and blazing green eyes. In the photo, the straps to her tank top had fallen off of her shoulders. She had a mischievous smile on her milky face. Her figure reminded him of her mother's. She looked like a belly dancer with her curvy hips and tapered waist. He smiled briefly, but then remembered that doped-up longed haired hippie loser boyfriend she showed up with. She said she had changed her major. She was going to be a..a.. Social Worker! His smile melted into a frown, and then a grimace.

Ariana was the middle child, and the middle figure of the photograph. In it, she wore a beautiful blue dress that offset her straight Blonde hair. She took after his side of the family with a lean, athletic body and sharp Germanic features. She had always been rebellious, but when she joined the military he thought she had finally come to her senses. That is, until she was kicked out for kissing a girl..a BLACK girl! Now, her beautiful hair was barely three inches long, and she was working as a security guard.

Autumn, his youngest, had just turned 18. She was the shortest of his daughters at only 5'3, but that only served to accent her her large bosom. He shook with rage when she came home earlier this evening and told him that she had registered "Green Party." He turned his back to hide his overt anger. She hugged him from behind, crushing her ample breasts (NO BRA!?! GODDAMN HIPPIES!!) against his back and said "How does it make you feel, Dad? It's important to share your feelings." he turned to look into her innocent, hazel eyes and at her smooth, pretty face framed by dark chestnut hair; and he stormed right the Hell out of there.

   Now, he sat in his 24th floor office looking over the city.  He saw police lights in the distance, and saw bums and drug addicts wandering the streets like zombies below.  A rage burned inside, and a thought hatched.  "They'll have to learn, and only the harshest lesson will do."

   He flipped open his cell phone, and dialed a number that he hadn't called in nearly 20 years.

   "Hello?" a voice said in a deep, cigarette scarred voice.

   "John?  This is Rudy.  How would you and the boys like to make some money?