I explained the situation to the driver. He asked me how I was going to pay him.I thought for a moment and told him to wait outside while I searched m... house for any leftover cash, but while doing so I had a faint feeling in my heart because all of my balance that my parents gave me was in that damn wallet.After a while, I found about thirty bucks in loose change but that was it. I went back to him and asked him if we could find my wallet. He got a bit angry and told me that he had to go home. Then he tugged at his loose shirt, frowning as he thought about what Dr. Shamus had told him earlier that day. "He's a quack." George grumbled, making his way to the bathroom to get ready for bed. After George had relieved himself, he reached for his toothbrush then glanced in the mirror, blinking several times as he realized that something seemed odd. It took him several seconds though to realize what it was. "My hair." George whispered, reaching up and gently tugging on it. His hair was no. After an evil stare from me, the girls explained our situation and we got the best table in the house. I would meet my two new friends every other week or so and was the envy of every guy in the place. If the girls were being overly affectionate with each other, I could almost feel the stares burning a hole in my head. If they wanted to further scandalize the crowd, they would make out with each other a few times and then turn their attentions to me. It was all phony, of course, but I felt like. You want me to keep my mouth shut you have to pay. Shit, John thought. My daughter is a psycho bitch. What do you mean? he asked. Double my allowance, she said. Is that it? he said, relieved. No, triple it. You can afford it and no more giving me shit about my bad behaviour. Especially in front of Mikey. And youll keep your mouth shut? She smiled and said :- Good night, daddy. Blackmailed by my own daughter, he thought. He turned and walked out the room. He couldnt think of anything else to.