“Fuckers!”
“What are they doing to you, Shereen?” asked a panicked Maxine. The leader of the inquisition, presumably Brother Paul, spoke in a booming voice that made every head turn: “It is rumored that a group of young girls was seen dancing by the light of the moon. Porn vedio They raped and tortured us all day,” one girl said, and the others nodded their agreement. “Maxine, we’re in a museum. What’s the worst they can do to us?”
In a rare break of character, Brother Paul whispered in Shereen’s ear with his cigarette breath: “You’re obviously the smart-ass of the group, so maybe you know what a catch-22 is?” He rubbed paper against her blind face. They’ll have to shut this place down if you don’t sign!”
Maxine was already putting her name on the dotted line. Maxine got a break, too, when her tormentor went from cell to cell trying to find someone with an extra pear. Maxine got a break, too, when her tormentor went from cell to cell trying to find someone with an extra pear. You… At least one confession did not fall on deaf ears. Brother Bobby will do as he pleases for another… “This is a waiver that you will sign, allowing us to do anything we want to you.”
“Fat chance of that.”
“Good.
