"Maggie nodded. She could see that any black parent interested inballet lessons for their progeny might view his "Hollywood" hip-hoplanguage and styl... as a contrived insult, as though he werecondescending to their supposed level.Two doors were flung open. The soft sound of tiptoes running bare orin slippers entered the room. Monica headed for its center after a fewlast words to Maggie: "I fear I'm the one who must rush off now becauseI see my young charges are now ready and eager to dance. . After a few minutes Frankie said, “Lazy ass wannabes phreakers. Can’t even follow basic install instructions made for a six year old and fucked up the tech to boot. Come look at this crap.”When I got over to look at my phone I found it was under a microscope that displayed a 4 inch by 2.75 section of the phone’s circuit board up on a huge ultra-high definition flat screen monitor. I saw some scratches in the middle between what looked to be micro resistors or capacitors, but that was it.“Here,. I was tired of all the shoplifiting and had had enough. It wasn't aquestion of money, so having his girlfriend or dad pay me was out of thequestion. It was the principle that he was trying to steal from me, andto prevent more shoplifiting, i had to make an exmple out of him.All his pleading was making me angrier. He was whining like a littlebitch. Hmm that was when i got an idea. He did say he would do anythingto avoid charges or jailtime. Perhaps if he whined like a bitch, i couldmake him a. ‘I trust y’all will excuse me,’ I slurred, apparently brain-damaged by prolonged exposure to Jenny and the bottles she kept retrieving from the wine cellar. Hunter helped me rise to my feet, and then I worked my way along the now-busy bar to the restrooms. Thanks to careful nursing of my drinks, I was only buzzed rather than hammered. I had no idea how the men were still conscious. We’d talked around my proposal at length, but as usual Hunter carefully avoided making any commitment. I needed to.