My grandmother grabbed Jordan and I and sat us right next to each other on the huge chassis in the middle of the theatre. Once I had my phone synced w...th the new system. Jordan grabbed my phone and started scrolling through my music. "Here, give me this! I've got just the song for this occasion."He had a devious smirk on his face as he pressed play. He'd chosen the song Rack City by the rapper Tyga. Once the song came on, he turned the volume up. With all eyes on her, my 52-year old grandmother. “Don’t be gropin’ me yet, son!” I said and then let my exclamation roll around through my mind. Why did I have to add the word yet into the sentence? He merely smiled at me and his pretty brown eyes widened as if he knew of his violation but he didn’t care. “I am only to help you, Ma’am.” He said in broken english, glaring deep into my soul. I became momentarily mesmerized by those light brown glass globes with which he was using to attempt some social connection. I was not falling for it, I. "Oh yeah, so Short Eyes Smiley is dead?" he asked with a strange pleasure in his voice."Killed with is pants down, how appropriate is that?" I asked but nobody answered."So Lucas drive to the Pit and I'll buy dinner for everyone," I suggested."Who is everyone?" he asked."I'm not sure just yet, but they should start rolling in soon." I smiled at the the thought. Life was good when then adrenalin pumped.I had the double barbecue plate, with the iced tea that was so sweet it hurt my teeth. "Damn. I asked her if I still had time to come back home and watch him fucking her; but Ana smiled and said that the black guy wanted to be alone with her all night long: so. Ana suggested me to spend the night in a motel room…I could be back home by eleven if I wanted to find him there…The next morning I woke alone in a motel bed. It was early, so I had breakfast and about ten o´clock I returned home. I found there a very expensive car parked in our driveway. I turned around and parked up the street..