House of Whorers
Zack swore when he saw what he thought was a parking ticket under the wiper blade of his wife's car. All the neighbors complained about the local police department handing out citations for petty infractions. Space was limited to one vehicle per family at the apartment complex so everyone used the side street for their other cars with no problems in the past. He walked over and grabbed the paper. It was just like the flyers he'd seen tacked to trees during his morning run a few minutes ago....