She was teasing him.  That was something she'd have to pay for later, he thought with something of a wry grin on his face.  Neither of them had ever known their father, really.  He'd been around long enough for Malcolm to have some vague memories of the man, but all he'd ever really given Madison was a name.  After that, he'd just disappeared.  There was a string of would-be step-fathers that their mother brought home... some nice, some various kinds of abusive.  Each one more pathetic and weak spined than the last.  Their mother had never really had the kind of taste that Malcolm and Madison had shared in choosing a mate.  Systematically, she'd pick weak men in the hopes that eventually one of them would be too codependant to leave.  None of them had been.<br/><br/>Maddy had been sixteen when their mother had found out about their... relationship.  Malcolm could remember when she kicked him out, but more importantly, he could remember when Madison had run away to find him.  Bouncing around had never been fun.  Having to move every time someone figured out that she was his sister.  He had made a promise to her that Springdale was going to be the last place they moved to.  No more running, no more hiding.  They had found someone to fake the certificates for a marriage, and then held a ceremony.  He had done everything he could afford to make it the dream wedding she had always wanted.<br/><br/>Lately he'd been thinking about doing it all over again, however.  Now that they had the money to spare, they could have a grand ceremony.  A honeymoon the likes of which she genuinely deserved.  It was something to keep in mind, anyhow.<br/><br/>He wonderred what sorts of people these neighbors of theirs were.  She'd said that they were the kind that he would like... but, he wasn't entirely sure what that meant.  Malcolm had always been so guarded about himself, so distant with others that weren't his beautiful sister.  He couldn't remember the names of any of the people he'd hung out with in school.  What constituted a friend, he wonderred.  Generally, people tended to like him.  Maddy said he was handsome, that was good enough for him to be confident in his appearance.  He tended to be so much more vicious in the few affairs that he'd had.  When his sister fucked outside their marriage, it was little more in her head than masturbation... she used them for a climax.  When Malcolm did it... it was to hurt them.  To break them, and rip their souls out, and let Maddy taste the flavor of their tears.  Once, the secretary he'd had before Benjamin... she'd committed suicide after a particularly passionate affair.  Neither of them had really intended on it to go so far, though.  After that, Madison had insisted his next assistant be a man to avoid the likelihood of restaffing.<br/><br/>It was easy to recognize his car when he pulled up.  Without question it was the most expensive vehicle on the cul de sac.  Technically, it wasn't really his.  One of the many bonusses he'd recieved for staying with the firm.  It suited him just fine, he had no intention of leaving once his benefits came in and if the car belonged to the company it was just one less bill that he had to worry about.