Joe takes Fred out for a special treat. It's a house he knows with some real accommodating ladies.
"Smithville wasn’t far. It was what they used to call a one horse town. Now it had been reduced to a dilapidated crap town with only one thriving industry: the local whore house.
“Guys come from all over. It’s got a good reputation, I know! The girls are past it but the madam keeps them clean. She insists.”
The house stood near the river. Lit up like a Christmas tree. “They got everything; girls for every sort of inclination, if you know what I mean.”
The madam, a big, blousy orange-haired woman did know Joe. She looked delighted to see him. “Where you been, stranger?”
Joe patted her ass. “Back now, baby! Whatcha you got for us?”
“Depends on what you can pay for, my love. No freebies.”
“Even for old times’ sake?"
The madam nodded. “Sorry.”
Joe winked, reached into his pocket, and handed her a twenty. “My treat,” he told Fred.
That did it. She asked them to both follow her up the stairs. “I got two girls I can recommend. Daisy for you because she likes lollipops and Lucinda for you, handsome, because she likes it any way you want to give it to her.”
Fred was in heaven, or at least he thought he was."
"Riveting. Imaginative. Chilling. Fantastical."
"Wonderful horror with a side order of ribs."
"Never going to the circus again!"
"The circus you really don't want to join."