..." "Shut the fuck up and listen, Bitch. That's how much I had on me when the cops got me. They only got me because you got busted giving some asshol... a blowjob in the alley behind the restaurant where you worked. I know you ratted me out to save your own ass. In addition to the money I lost, I spent over six months in a cell. All because you couldn't keep your mouth shut. You ratted me out over a blowjob the cops caught you doing in public. Now this is how this is going to go." Lori was. "Which football star amI making you look like today?" Eh?" I responded. "Whose hairstyle am I copying?" said Roxy, becoming abit impatient. I had so many answers going through my head but Becky'sveiled threat, the prospect of making a scene while my mother was there,and having to spend more time than I needed to in this situation,resulted in me admitting to Roxy, "Becky. I want my hair to look likeBecky's."Roxy fell silent for a few seconds before trying to reassure me bysaying, "I thought I. . . you took my thong, you big fuzzy prick!" "Perhaps you don't quite appreciate the gravity of your situation, Miss.You see: I'm the catch er , and you're the catch ee ,and that means, by the Ancient Right of Predators, that everything of yoursdevolves to me, and so . . . ." "Oh, shut the fuck up! If I could just . . ." (and she struggled now, withlittle success, against the power of his venom) ". . . ohhhhh, I'd show you,you panty-snatching, pointy-nosed, furry-assed . . . oh, fuck!" "So,". Even the light that should be coming from thestreet. Troy found himself in total blackness.Then the lights came back up.Everything was wrong. The lights that came back up had a seedy red glow. Theroom Troy gazed out upon was smaller. Just a small wooden room with a tinybed. A small desk with a red lighted lamp. And one window with gauzycurtains, from which gaudy neon light flooded the room. Loud hip-hop musicwas booming through the flimsy door. Nothing was on the walls. But as Troylooked up to.