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Who was I to argue? I agreed to Russell's terms When June arrived I handed Russell an envelope, he handed me back thirty dollars I knew better than to listen to Steve Lucas The future mortician/con artist advised "He's blind, he won't kno ive him Short him thirty"

"You're an asshole" We were in Steve's roo on their early season tans

"Last tireenbacks aren't printed in Braille Look" he nudged oes, there she goes, there they are," he cried In the yard below, Marcy bared her tits to the wind "Ain't she bustluscious? I otta have the best rack you've ever seen"

"She's you're sister"

"She's not you're sister," he quipped

"You need help," I said while focusing on the best rack ever

Afterwith Russell I felt better than a private audience with Marcy My worries were over!

The next e and Ceot the "

Jenny held out her palh"

"And let you slip through ers" She paused - then added "Sli"

"Cut the shit Where's my money? Do you have it or not?" Jenny hissed

"What do you think?"

"You better have it asshole, or this will be your sorriest day You'll wish you stayed in California"

"You think?" I stared her down

She stared up at h School

"Yo asshole! If you knohat's good for you, you'd stop!" I stopped My back facing her "Listen Douche Bag For you sake, I hope you have the oon friend of yours isn't around to protect your ass any to do?"

Jenny shoved me I stumbled but kept my balance I reached inside my jacket for the envelope Jenny watched too many mob flicks, when she saw me reach inside my pocket she stepped back

"Here's your Goddamn money" I held the envelope in front of me As she reached for it, I lifted it out of reach By now, a crowd formed