AN: Thank you, everyone! I feel like I may need to bump the rating up, but that could just be me. And yes, your reviews make me smile, although some constructive criticism would certainly be welcome. --Squash

"It's pretty simple." Graverobber whispered in Shilo's ear. "You go in, sell a few hits to the folks in line, and get out again. You'll only have one vial, so you won't look like a dealer as much as an opportunist. Good luck."

Shilo nodded, a bit glad to leave Graverobber's presence for a few minutes to gather her thoughts. Soon, a few other people joined the line behind her.

"Nervous, dear?" One woman, her earrings dangling down her long, surgically enhanced neck, asked. "Don't worry. I'd already had a half-dozen surgeries by your age, and I'm still in one piece."

"A bit." Shilo replied. "I've never done this before."

"You aren't going for cosmetics, are you?" The woman fretted. "You've got such a lovely face."

Shilo blushed. "It's fixing up, you know, down there." She hoped the shyness would dissaude questions.

"You're a bit young to need that. You can't have had children yet, so everything's in mint condition." She switched to a whisper. "Does it all work right?"

Shilo nodded, clutching the vial. "A--friend gave me this." she said, showing the woman the blue glow. As her eyes widened, Shilo got a bit more confident. "I don't want it, but I think you do. One hundred for the whole vial."

The woman nodded, reaching for her wallet. Shilo took the crisp bill, folded it into her bra, and began looking like she needed to pee. After a few minutes, she figured her point was made, and dashed off to the corner where Graverobber waited.

Graverobber watched Shilo's escape carefully. No sign was apparent that she was anything more than a nervous girl looking for a place to relieve herself. There was no reason the GENterns watching the line would suspect that he hid in that dark corner.

"One hundred." Shilo grinned, grabbing him around the waist. "I sold the whole vial."

He whistled softly. "Very good, kid. That was some nice work. Where's the money?"

She pulled away. "You'll get it at the end of the night."

"I think I'll get it now." He spun her against the wall, rubbing his hands up her sides. She squirmed a bit as his hands curved over her buttocks; leaned in to his fingertips along the small of her back. She gave a soft moan, and his groin flared to life. "You like that, kid?"

"I do." Shilo snaked her hand up along his neck, drawing his face down to hers. Pushing aside thoughts of the money, he traced the line of her lower lip with his tongue before moving it up to request entrance to her mouth. Shilo parted her lips, allowing his mouth to seal firmly against hers. With a wicked thought, he ran the tip of his tongue along the ridge on the roof of her mouth, pleased when her stifled giggle caused her to grind her crotch against his thigh. She bit down on his lip, tensing a bit at the unfamiliar sensation. Graverobber nipped back at her lip, slipping his hands up to her breasts, cupping each in a hand, his fingers stroking the sides, only to encounter a folded bill.

Now, there were some things he'd give for a chance to have Shilo, but the considerable sum from a vial of Zydrate was not one of them. He pulled away, sighing. "I found it."

"What?" Shilo tilted her head, thoroughly dazed.

"The money. It's in your bra."

"Oh!" She pursed her lips, feeling around in her shirt for the bill. "It's one hundred for the vial."

"Not bad, for a first try." He pressed a chaste kiss to her lips. "Ready to go harvesting?"