"I've got cash! A lot of it!" She opened her purse and began digging around inside. "There's six hundred, seven hundred, eight... About eight hundred ...nd fifty dollars, ok? Please, just take it! I can't go through insurance, please! You really don't understand!" $850, huh?" I observed the back of my van again. There was a good bit of damage. "Outside of the fact that it's i*****l to not report it, I doubt that's going to cover it."She looked at me for a moment with her lips pouting. She. Sometimes I destroy people; sometimes I hurt people. But Kelly? I saved her. There are few things I am more proud of.But there were nuances to it, and I don’t know how many people would fully understand them. But it began that night in Chicago.“Yeah,” I began, “It was one of my more broke times, I guess. I don’t think I had even had a full $20 on me at the time- and I don’t think I had more than a few hundred in my cash reserve in my Union Station locker. I had come into Chicago a few days. ” She pauses, then leans into the camera for emphasis – annoyed rather than angry or upset... “And then he goes and shows the video to all his friends, and they share it to all their friends ... It goes around pretty fast and this isn’t a big town, and everyone’s laughing at me ... All callin’ me horse-fucker ... So now, I’m thinking, ‘fuck ‘em’ – if they want to call me a horse-fucker ... If they want to tease me about it ... I’ll give them something to really talk about ... I want to fuck a. "Well, I hate to say anything, but I think Mark's had a little too much to drink." "What makes you think that?" I asked innocently. "We were dancing and he began to play with my ass and suggested we sneak off to one of the bedrooms." I didn't reply, but I found myself getting turned on by the thought. The rest of the night, I would see each of them stealing glances at the other, and at one point, they danced again. This time, they left the area together and went out back into the shadows of the.