As she got a closer look, she nervously shivered. Ayisha picked up the phone and swiped through Ali’s camera roll. Her nervousness turned to rage, a...d Ayisha yelled at Ali.“What’s this? Where did you get these? How?” She squealed in anger and nervousness. For the next 5 minutes Ayisha yelled and screamed at Ali, calling him a sick pervert, a criminal, hurling the choicest profanities at him in Urdu, for Ali knew no English. Ali stood listening, stoic and expressionless. Finally, Ayisha went. "Yeah, I know. Still doesn't mean she'll help me convinceanyone of the truth."Tracy inclined her head. "You mean Lee, don't you?"I nodded. "Geoff came over last night. After I spoke with you two. He was... nice. Polite, even. He wants me to give him a chance." For what?" Charlie asked."To prove he can be a good boyfriend. That he can be the guy that hasbeen dating Pee-Jay for the past six months." Seriously?" he said, looking skeptical. "How is he planning on doingthat?" By not kissing me?" I. Lisa became unhinged as I spoke to her. "Oh God Tommy! Oh yes! Yes, I love your fucking cock, baby! Fuck my pussy you glorious bastard! Fuck it harder!" she screamed. My idea worked better than I could imagine. Mrs. Parkinson was a cock-loving slut and I had unleashed a monster! I pounded away at her and as I did I talked dirty, calling her a slut and a cock whore and everything I could think of. She only got more and more turned on at my foul-mouthed humiliation of her. I slapped her breast. The security officer scanned the room briefly. Becca and I remained silent as we pretended to focus on the movie. After a couple seconds, the security officer turned around and departed from the auditorium. I breathed a sigh of relief as soon as he left. However, Becca began to giggle. “What's so funny?” I asked her. “Your shirt,” she replied. “It's inside out.” I stared down and noticed that I was wearing my shirt the wrong way. “Aw, come on,” I groaned to myself. “Here, let's fix this.