Scott caressed the nape of Frankie’s neck as she took the last puff of the joint and flicked the filter into a bag.“We should get him home, Franki..., don’t you think?” Bill swung the key and shifted from P to D.“Yeah.” Frankie bit her lip while staring at Scott. “Let’s do that.”They drove off, and the young lovers made out like teenagers discovering it for the first time. Grunts and groans bounced around the interior, and clothes disappeared amongst hair tussling. Bill allowed other vehicles to. "Uh oh," she said, "Greg you ever shot a pistol before?" Well, paint ball guns a few times," he admitted."Good enough. Go shoot the windshields out of those two cars. We got problems, these guys might be the law." Hoo boy, why didn't they just say who they were?" Greg was annoyed that policemen would sneak up on people. Good guys didn't sneak. At least they weren't supposed to."Greg shut up and go shoot those cars," she ordered.For once Greg obeyed with argument. He opened one of the double. I watched the vein in his forehead start to throb. I pictured it as a mamba, ready to strike."Mr. Parker, If you must yell at students, could you do it elsewhere?" Bower asked, surprising everyone."Teach your class," Parker snapped."I'm trying to," Bower snapped back.Parker ignored him. "What is this?" He opened the paper and displayed it for Tami.I decided to be helpful so we could get back to the other bloodsucker, the mosquito. "It's a newspaper. A popular form of mass communication. The. The next morning when my mother finally decided that I was worthy of speaking to her again. I apologized profusely. She let me go on for ten minutes until she told me to shut up.“Arthur, I need to get Derrick back to finish my work. You will get dressed and go with me to the gym. You are going to help me convince Derrick to come back to work with me and that you are not going to kill him because your mother fancied his cock.”“I’m sorry, Mom.”“You already said that now go get dressed.”When we.