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    His heart sank.
    In big, red numbers, the website announced that the stock had dropped 50% just that morning.
    David rapidly clicked through to his account and clicked the “sell” button; refreshing the screen once, twice, and then three times until some buyer on the other end of the Internet accepted his price and bought him out.
    Heart pounding, David clicked through to see how bad the damage had been. It would be incredibly disappointing to have made what seemed like an incredible fortune, only to watch it disappear almost as fast.
    Except it hadn’t.
    The eTrade website hadn’t lied. Today, the stock that David had invested in had halved in value.
    But that was today .
    And in the two days David hadn’t bothered checking it, something incredible had happened. His stock, which he’d bought $500 dollars in, had increased in value ten times .
    1,000%.
    David knew words like quadruple, for four times something, but he didn’t even know what the ‘ruple’ was for ten times something.
    All he knew that it now referred to him.
    Of course, that 50% drop that morning had sucked away half of those incredible gains; but it still left David with $2,500; for four days work. You could hardly even call it ‘work’ since David had pretty much forgotten about it until that morning.
    For a moment, David wondered if he should cash the money in, and started thinking about what he could do with the equivalent of two week’s pay.
    But then madness gripped him – and, still reeling at his good fortune, David logged back into the monitoring portal and brought up his colleague Phil’s screen.
    In real-time, he watched as Phil started investing in another penny stock; and this time David was right behind him. He jotted down the stock symbol, and the price, and simultaneously opened up a browser on his screen to purchase it himself.
    And he did. With all $2,500 dollars of his newly found wealth (well, minus fees and with a bit of small change left) he bought the stock.
    And then he did something else. Noticing that Phil had put a sell order on the stock, David to set an automatic function to do the same. This time, he hoped, he wouldn’t lose out if the stock came crashing down again.
    For a moment, David wondered why the stock grew so high in value, and then came crashing down so quickly. And then he wondered how Phil had known so deftly to sell the stock when it was at its highest.
    But then the phone at his desk rang again. David clicked “Okay” to complete the transaction, and snatched up the receiver.
     
    *              *              *
     
    A little before the end of the workday, an instant message popped up on David’s screen.
    It was from Brandon.
     
    See you tonight?
     
    David’s heart missed a beat.
    He tried desperately to think of an excuse – some way of saying ‘no.’ But then he remembered the image of the big, burly black man fucking Cassie, and his cock swelled in response.
    He didn’t want this. He swore to himself he didn’t. But, nevertheless, he typed:
     
    Ok.
     
     

Chapter Twelve
     
    It was almost nine o’clock.
    David had checked on Cassie, and found her sleeping peacefully once again; the tinny noise of her hypnosis tapes playing through her headphones.
    He checked the drawer and, as expected, found just twelve of her sleeping pills left.
    And then he heard a rap on the back door.
    Mouth dry, he went to answer it.
    But as David opened the door, Brandon’s wasn’t the face that greeted him.
    “Yo,” it was another black guy – a burly looking dude with a gold tooth and shaved head. “S’up, blood?”
    Brandon was standing behind him, and ushered this stranger into David’s kitchen.
    “H-hey,” David staggered back, watching this big man swagger in ahead of Brandon. “Who is this?” He sucked his breath in through his teeth. “Who the hell is this?”
    “Relax, Man,” Brandon assured him. “It’s cool. This is my cousin Tyrone.”
    “But what