As they drove to the club, Rocco said, "I hope you don't mind me asking,but how did a boy ever get as pretty as you?"Robin shrugged. "Just lucky I gue...ss." Come on. A body like that doesn't just grow on a boy. And those tits lookreal. You must've been on hormones forever."Robin thought fast. "Y-you're right. My mother always wanted a girl andshe started me on drugs as soon as I was born. I suppose it was a terriblething to do, but it's worked out alright." Better than alright," Rocco said with. She had previously put some boiled cabbage to one side, which she then married up with some cold boiled potatoes left over from the previous day and, in about ten minutes or so, served me what turned out to be a more than acceptable hot plate of bubble and squeak.I took my place at the table and duly fended off questions about my envious apparel by stating, quite honestly, that it was all part of an ongoing Police enquiry and therefore a sub judicial subject not to be discussed in public or. If it wasn’t the Latinos in the Mission, it was the gays over in the Castro, or the hipsters over in Soma or the punks… well, you get the picture. My favorite part, aside from having an excuse to dress up and get wasted, was the colorful decorations and all the sugary decorated skulls. Really, it was even better than Halloween. After I hit our apartment, I spent the rest of the evening getting ready. One thing. Yeah, it was about dressing up, but it wasn’t just dressing up however you wanted.. My heart pounded with excitement as he gripped my wrist with his big black hand, and forced it high up my back, "keep it shut or I'll break your arm" he ordered.The sheer power the man made me weak at the knees, he moved to grip my throat as if to possess me but instead he released my wrist and rifled through my pockets, "sixty, that all you done, I charge a hundred protection fee so you are in deficit as we speak, come, we will discuss." He wrenched my arm up my back again and gently pushed.