Bobby grabbed my arm and pulled me up, "Come on let's get out of here before he gets up." We just ran.There was an old motel not far away, Old 66 Mote... I think, or something like that. West Tulsa has some small places on old route 66. We were standing out in fount when an old woman came out and asked us if we were okay. Well, two kids, out at 11 O'clock at night wasn't something you saw around there. I had been crying, my make up smeared. Bobby looked over to her."My mom and Dad are out of town. ‘Actually, what I’d like you to do, is paint ON someone for me!’ ‘On someone?’ he asked. ‘What do you mean exactly?’ ‘The idea I’ve been kicking around is this. A beautiful woman, most likely a model of course. One who is willing to allow herself to be painted in the nude.’ ‘In the nude? Well that settles that then. Believe it or not, I don’t do nudes either.’ ‘Hear me out,’ CJ said sounding a little exasperated. ‘She’ll be nude yes, but no one will know that for absolute sure when your done.. "Polite applause.Gabrielle sensed a feeling of apathy in the tension filled room. "I hope you ladies and gentlemen will be kind to little old me," she smiled."You Republicans are pigs," came a voice from the back of the union hall. Others clapped in agreement with the heckler."You're right!" she said, after the laughter and applause for the heckler died down. "I am a pig. Sir Winston Churchill said that he liked pigs. 'He said that dogs look up to us, cats look down upon us; but pigs treat us. " These girls are drunk and slurring their words. I am telling the brothers what they are saying. As bad luck would have it, they start talking to me and ignore the Kinjo's. This pisses Tattoo Chick off and she starts giving me hell.She gets up and walks over to the bar and brings some random guy over to our table. He sits down and Tattoo chick sits down beside him and starts hugging on him. It was revenge for me talking to the girls I was trying to sit the Kinjo's up with. His name is "Tim". I.