Not only had he put up with his mum'snagging, he hadn't even got anything for it. He was absolutely livid.First that cheating kid camping him online,... then his mum bitching him outfor not doing her work around the house for her. Un-fucking-believable.This day couldn't get any worse. He decided to play a few more roundsonhis console before he hit the hay. Nothing calmed him down quite likeshowing those losers online how much they sucked.2: Is This Real Life?A deserted town centre, everything. I was only two blocks from the hotel and a police car pulls over as I am walking down the side walk. I stopped to see if they were stopping for me, and sure enough a police officer steps out of the patrol car and approaches me. “Good evening.” He says I am a little surprised and suddenly very nervous. I am barely able to squeak out in my feminine voice “Good evening, officer.” “Ma’am I am sorry to bother you, but we have had calls of a lot of prostitution in this area. By no means am I. Maybe if you, Gary, and you, you, you and you, Chris do a couple of forty-gassers, you’re hearing will improve! ... When I said not another damn word, I MEANT IT!“When he turned his attention back to me, I knew it was my turn to tell what occurred to cause this cluster-fuck. I sighed deeply and then said, “After our dance class, I had a girl help me with relief in the showers, Coach. Well ... my legs gave out on me and when I was recovering, Mrs. Bumstead, who was taking a shower with us, was. "Look bro, you can have anyone you want with what you can do, any girl becomes your slave if you want them too", he spoke with that almost sickening smirk across his face, I knew I couldn't trust him for a second. "Go talk to Robin, she'll talk you through all the boring stuff", he pointed to the elevator.I simply nodded and walked towards the elevator as fast as I could without making it look like I was desperate to get away from him. Something about him just weirded me out. I hit the button.