There was something in his simple, three-word statementthat made Kathleen uneasy about the situation. Jessie didn't say hethought he was a girl or he ...anted to be a girl; he simply stated thefact as he knew it.Jessie stared at his mother, apparently waiting for some kind ofresponse. He seemed torn between pulling away or saying, 'just kidding.'It was too late; there was no taking back what he had said, and theyboth knew it. "Kind of messed up, right?" he murmured."It wasn't what I was. When he saw his excuses weren’t working, he got mad and started blaming Mollie. He called her a little cock teaser and a slut. That put Allison into a full rage and she kicked at him repeatedly until she landed a good shot to his groin.Howard screamed, released Allison and stumbled back in pain. He curled up on the floor cradling his balls and moaning while Allison looked around for something to throw at him and she began with her sandals. Howard stood and defended himself as best he could. I was gaining notoriety and fast. I was the literal boogeyman. You didn’t see me, you never heard me, some didn’t even know if I existed or was just a myth perpetuated by a group of people to further their ends. The only thing people knew was that if you came in the crosshairs of the Bounty Hunter, you’d better say your last prayers.Pretty soon, I learned that notoriety was good. Any kind of publicity was good. There’s no such thing as bad publicity, after all. no amount of word of mouth could. “You promise to keep your hands to yourself?” Bettyjokingly said.“I promise to keep a hand on the wheel,” with a smile.We left the office and off we went, we talked about alot of different stuff as we went along and about 30minutes later I was pulling up at her apartment complex.“I would invite you in but you got to go home and getready for you hot date tonight,” Betty said as sheopened the door and got out.“We got our hot date tomorrow, so I got to go.