Here goes nothing. I...I want to...look...more like a girl. I want...to have a girl's hairstyle. And I want to...learn how to wear make-up.And... I wa...t you to teach me how to move and talk like a girl.There!...are you happy now?" he said as he looked up dejectedly at Karen.He had hoped that his humiliating monologue would have pleased Karen. Butas he looked into her face, he could only see a scowl being reflectedback at him. He was puzzled. What was wrong?Karen sat quietly for a few moments,. Trying to warm up from the cold night. Slowly drifted off to sleep.The loud scream in the forest made him come to a halt. Chris scanned the area in which the noise sounded. Coming off the road, he commenced walking into the woods. Being alert at all times, for any dangers. Coming to a derelict hut, he decided to investigate to see if there was anyone inside. Slowly walking inside, he looked around. It was empty, except for an old bed in the corner.“I should have brought that stupid girl with. ‘These are really experienced, high-class call-girls, the best you can get, not your average street WHORE. They’ll do anything, as long as it’s filthy. Our charge is two grand, that’s five hundred for each of you, and it’s cheap at the price.’ I gasped, and looked across at Garbie, who was about to protest. ‘Shut up, WHORE, and do as you’re told,’ said the one who had been driving, and gave her a stinging slap across the face. ‘Now, you two bitches, do what you do best, just like on the dance. This is Little Italy. Everyone has a nickname. But there is no guarantee that 'Viv' will stick.” “What’s your nickname?" “You’ll hear it soon enough. Now, let’s get out of here. Lunch is on me. Gino’s mom makes ravioli on Monday’s. If we don’t hurry, it’ll be all gone.” We walked two doors over to Gino’s place. His mom, Angelina, was behind the counter placing a freshly made plate of ravioli in the hot tray. Viv looked around and took in the décor. Lack of décor was more accurate. The tables.