At least when he was wearing his loafers everything seemedless noticeable. The shoes seemed to call attention to him demandingthat one take another l...ok. He walked back over to MsYvette and satback down."I don't know," MsYvette said to the salesman. "Maybe flats aren'tbest. Do you have the same style with a short heel, maybe an inch or aninch and a half?" I think so," the salesman replied, leaving Terry sitting there in hisvelvet flats. Terry slowly pulled his feet as far back under the. It’s fuckin’ funny, because it’s a joke!” he said with a burst of laughter. “And those people don’t laugh because you are funny. They laugh ‘cause an uptight chick is trying to insult Priiiimetime!” “Ugh!” I grunted loudly, crossing my arms even tighter. “Just shut the fuck up.” We stopped by McDonald’s, and Marcus ate the food that he ordered in the parking lot. The entire time, I stared out the window. Words weren’t shared between us, but it was only because Mr. Loud Mouth himself was too. ' Once we were out side the gym, Daniel said '...head for the path way to your left and don't look back...' I quickly made it to the path way and started to go farther down then I thought. Once I had gotten as far as I could...I stopped to get my breath. That is when I noticed there was no one there but me. Daniel was no where to be seen, I started to think as to what I was going to do, when all of a sudden Daniel spoke up. '...Don't be scared it's just me. Drop to your knees and suck this. "No, and I'm not looking forward to it this time either. It's a nasty dangerous place," he said."Well it's my job to be sure you are safe, so we should try to work together." I suggested."Sweetie, I'm almost seventy years old. You don't need to bullshit me. I heard a rumor on the dock that you were running guns. I don't care, but I do want it known that I am not going to die for your guns." He spoke english with an accent. My guess was that he was Greek or maybe Italian."Well, I hope it doesn't.