Max snuffed the cigarette butt out under his toe. He looked at his feet listening to his brother. "You're right," Max responded into his chest, kicking his right toe into the sidewalk.  He would be happy with whatever Robert did for him. He figured he would eventually have his day. But it had been almost three years since his last kill and his lust needed to be sated. The release was physical. He'd admitted that to himself years ago. "We do it your way. Tell me what you want me to do."<br/><br/>Max fumbled in his pocket. He had a small knife, a thin wire that could be used as a garrote and the pair of rubber gloves his brother gave him. He was looking for a pack of gum. He found  it and pulled out a piece of spearmint chewing gum. He slipped it between his lips and began chewing eagerly. His heart raced in anticipation of the evening's festivities.