Predator in Suburbia

DAY ONE:

The last of the movers left and Carl was left alone in his new furnished home. The few boxes of personal effects they allowed him to keep have been stacked neatly in the living room. Carl looked over the room before moving into the kitchen; it was bright yellow with warm orange accents. Warm like everything else in Arizona. Carl realized that in his 34 years of living, it was the past two years that drastically changed his life.

He was busted back then by a combined federal task force of the DEA and FBI. He was facing 20 years of hard time for drug possession, weapon charges, procuring for prostitution and of course the catchall, racketeering. Carl then did what he does best, he wheeled and dealed.

Carl gave the feds Tony Leprani, his boss, and the rest of the Leprani family, one of the largest mob families in the state. His reward was a new name and life courtesy of the Federal Witness Protection Program. Now he was no longer Carl Pertrani of Atlantic City, Little Italy New York and one of the largest pimps in the east coast. He was Richard Anderson of Pleasant Hills, a suburban community outside of Tempe, Arizona.

Two years of assassination attempts during the long trial started to wear on him and feds tried to keep him from backing out of the deal by offering him a glimpse of a new life. They bought him this three bedroom furnished home, offered him an annual stipend of $60,000 a year for 10 years and taught him a new skill, designing web sites. His only obligation besides his testimony and evidence was he had to agree to random check ups on his life style – no more drugs and no criminal activity whatsoever.

Carl was attempting to do something he had never done before, live a normal suburban life without crime. In his former life, Carl was the best at what he did. He seduced beautiful young girls, with his good looks and charm, and then hooked them with drugs, money or both. Then he would have them work as call girls, strippers or drug mules for his ex-boss Laprani.

The only life Carl had known was gone.

Sort of. The feds just took a wolf, wrapped him in sheep’s clothing and put him in the middle of the flock called Pleasant Hills.

DAY 15:

Carl seemed to settle into his new environment but longed for his old life. He arranged for pick up and delivery of a special package he stashed away two years ago. It was a combination of drugs he found very effective in eliminating a subjects… resistance. Similar to Ecstasy and Rophyenol it was his own special formula he nicknamed sextacy. He found a hiding spot near the septic tank that even the drug dogs wouldn’t locate, should the feds bring any. Along with the two pounds of tablets were several discs of pictures and videos of “his girls”. Carl had learned his lessons on computing well, he set up his own web site through a couple of backdoor channels and dummy corporations which charged a membership for downloading these pictures. The business was thriving and he knew eventually he would need more pictures and video. But he had to be careful. There was still a contract out on his life and the mob knew his habits.

Carl, known now as Richard Brady, got to know his neighbors on the street. Next door were the Mannings, Howard worked for the power company, he and his wife Robin had two kids, Artie was a senior at the high school and his sister Erica a freshman at Arizona State was a cheerleader for the Sun Devils. Carl eyed Erica as the type of girl he would have gone after right away in his former life, she would have brought in a lot of money especially in her yellow and red short cheerleader skirt.

On the other side of him was his a kid he liked, Perry Wade. He just turned 18 and was in his last year of high school. His mother Monica was 17 years old when she was married and at 37 she was the number one MILF in the community. Her husband, an investor, was recently imprisoned for some kind of securities fraud and sentenced for 18 months. Carl took a liking to Perry and paid him to managed his lawn and wash his car.

Across the street was a retired couple, Mike and Doris Rivers. They seemed quite concerned about his eating habits, always bringing by food. Next to them was Luke and Sarah McNab, a young couple in there twenties with two small children. They ran a Christian bookshop and were very active in various church goings on. The first question they asked him when them met out on the street was which church he belonged to. Carl smiled, looked at her pert 34B breasts and wondered if she ever gave her husband a blow job while Luke reminded him of a male prostitute that used to service some of Laprani’s gay clientele.

“Well Mrs. McNab I just moved here from New Hampshire, my doctor said it would be better for my health”

“Oh please call me Sarah, you really must join our church we have many activities and Reverend Fiedler has beautiful powerful sermons on Sundays.

“Well Sarah, as soon as I am settled I would love to check out your… church”

DAY 63:

Perry and Artie made a habit of coming by Richard Brady’s home after school. Artie was on the High School football team and Perry was in the band. Friday was the only day that neither had practice. Carl enjoyed the company of the boys and they talked about computing, football, music and girls. Carl had won the trust of the boys. He found out that Perry realized that most of his “so called friends” came over because they wanted to catch glimpses of his mother. She seemed to enjoy the attention too. She was always wearing tight daisy duke shorts and didn’t seem to own a blouse or t-shirt that wasn’t showing off her ample cleavage. In fact last year the boys dared each other to take covert pictures, Perry of his mom and Artie of his sister. They succeeded in taking some semi nude shots and swapped them with each other.

Carl went to church with Sarah and Luke. Sarah would sit between the two men and Carl always listened intently to what she had to say. During the sermon he clasped her hand when the reverend slammed his bible on the pulpit. She blushed and lightly tapped his hand, which was now resting, comfortably in her lap.