It gave me a few seconds to ponder my situation, something I hadn’t been able to do while being mistreated.Okay, I had been framed, that much seemed...certain. My protestation of innocence would impress no one, even if they understood my language. Shit. I was in deep shit. I had no specific knowledge about the local penalties for drug related crimes, but my guess was that they were not very lenient. It could range from long prison terms to death.My only hope was that my government would somehow. She noted an address in Soho, left the cafe, and hopped a train and crossed her fingers! The first thing she noticed was the noise!!! The music boomed from huge speakers that were hanging from the ceiling in each corner of the night club. Allison paid the five dollar cover charge and for the next half hour just sat in a corner and watched a parade of strange looking men and women dancing up a storm, most of whom were paired off with members of their own sex!!! Even though she had never been in. She could not afford to take such a huge pay cut. Her roommate had already told her she had to come up with her half of the rent or move out. Jordan was well short of the amount. "If there is anything I can do to help. Please let me know," he said solemnly. He hated to lose a person like Jordan. She had always been a hard worker from the very start. She was always on time, he never received any complaints from anybody about her. "No," she replied, she took a deep sigh. "I just never. Then his heart skipped a beat. By the looks of it one of them was Donatello. “Hehe, lover boy’s got himself into a fight it seems. The perfect occasion for ole Bowser to win him over”, he thought. And without any further ado he stormed outside. They were not only fighting but yelling too. “What the fuck?!”, he said again when he clearly heard them screaming: “Bowser’s mine! That sexy b**st is all mine so you better back off!” “Could it be?”, he thought, “Was Donatello having the hots for him?”.
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