Chapter 2

Audrey woke up in almost total darkness. A sliver of light was leaking into the room where she lay on an old, stained mattress through a boarded-up window.

'Where am I?' she wondered, 'How did I get here?' She remembered basically nothing of the events of the night before; there MIGHT have been a guy... Looking around, she spied her purse; her keychain had a little light on it, which she used to sweep the room. She was a mess – her ass hurt, her pussy hurt, her throat hurt, and from the smell of the goo oozing out of her, she'd had sex, not once but several times! Her clothes were nearby, neatly arranged in a pile, and while her pantyhose were laddered, nothing else seemed to be the worse for the wear. There were a couple of other things, too – a DVD and a note...

Audrey picked up the note and squinted to read it. It said:

“Hey, Audrey! You are one party animal! We left a little remembrance of last night for you, since you didn't seem to be all there... Maybe you will want to get together and do this again sometime!”

It was signed 'Diego' – but Audrey couldn't remember any Diego...

The back door of the house was unlocked. Audrey dragged her things to the vicinity of the door and dressed in the additional light that opening it a bit offered. She looked all over the vacant house, but couldn't see any evidence aside from some drippings on the mattress she'd been lying on that anything had happened there. Staggering out into blinding sunlight, she discovered her car; she locked the door of the vacant house and got out of there, driving several blocks before pulling over and calling her roommate.

“Where have you been?” Denise wanted to know. “Your work called...”

“I honestly don't know, Denise! I woke up this morning in a vacant house – and I have NO IDEA how I got there!” Audrey replied.

“Well, you'd better call in... I'll see you tonight!”

“Okay, thanks!”

Audrey called her office and told them that she'd become sick and had to go to the hospital. It was total bullshit, and she was pretty sure that her boss knew it, but she had nothing better. “They put me on some stuff and I passed out and just woke up!” she insisted – and at least THAT was true...

“See if you can find your way in on Monday!” her boss retorted. Clearly, she was in the doghouse. Well, that was the LEAST of her worries...

Audrey drove home and spent some time hopping back and forth from one foot to the other, trying to decide whether it was worthwhile to go to the cops or to the hospital and get a rape kit done. There was the DVD – maybe it would tell her something...

It did – Oh, Boy did it! Four guys wearing masks... She was fucked up, clearly, but... The thing was a train wreck – once she started it, she couldn't pause it, she couldn't fast-forward it – no, she had to sit through the whole thing, from start to finish! When it was over, she sat staring at her computer monitor, unable to think!

She'd been raped, repeatedly – but aside from a short period while a black man was trying to stick his cock up her ass, dry, she hadn't fought at all! She'd fucked, she'd sucked cocks – and she hadn't even whimpered! What she HAD done was throw what seemed to be a couple of dozen orgasms! This was rape? Any good lawyer would present this as a gang-bang party – and Audrey as the slut – and even if they caught the guys, they would get off! Raped women don't get off – and they ESPECIALLY don't get off multiple times! Then there was the EXTREMELY disturbing final scene where she and some guy had sex – and it looked even to her like they were romantically involved! Rubbing her face, Audrey got up and went off to shower. There would be no attempt to get anyone arrested; she couldn't remember a fucking thing, and the evidence – copious quantities of it – said she was a willing participant!

Her head was a mess! 'I was defiled – right?' The answer seemed to be 'Maybe,' at best. Maybe she just got fucked a lot – was that defiled? How could she bring rape charges on some bunch of guys when even SHE wasn't sure what went on?

“So what happened?” Diane rasped, catching sight of Audrey as she came through the door. Then she took a second look – and shut up. After a moment, she ventured, “Audrey?”

“Take a look at this,” Audrey croaked, starting the video for probably the twelfth time. Diane settled slowly into a chair and gasped, “What the fuck?”

“I don't remember,” Audrey croaked. “I don't remember a fucking thing. The house I woke up in isn't the same house, I don't think – it was one of those vacant foreclosures on the East end of town. This is another, I think, but it isn't the one I found myself in.”

“Sooo...”

“Shhh. Just watch. We'll talk after.”

“Roofies, I think,” Diane ventured, after watching the thing straight through. “You were roofied. What do you remember?”

“Going to the Roundup. Hanging out for a couple of hours. No bites. I don't remember a guy. I don't know if I left the Roundup on my own or not. I don't remember ANY of THAT!” she waved at the screen. “Part of me is horrified that I was raped – and part of me is pissed that I don't remember having that much fun!”

“You know, except for the black guy, they were pretty easy on you,” Diane muttered. “I didn't know you did deep-throat.”

“I DON'T. Well, I didn't. I guess I can, now.” Audrey rubbed her face.

“That last guy...”

“Yeah. That's fucking embarrassing! It looks like we're a couple!”

“So, did you go to the cops?”

“ARE YOU KIDDING? WITH THIS?”

“Are you okay?”

“Physically? Yeah. It's embarrassing how okay I am! You saw it – I got swatted on the ass a couple of times while fucking. That's not EVEN unusual. I don't have a mark on me, Diane, except for the fact that I'm chock full of semen!”

“You should go to the cops...”

“And tell them what? 'Hey, I was in this BDSM gang-bang scene last night and I decided that maybe I shouldn't have let those guys fuck me – would you arrest them?' I'd be SCREWED!”

“Don't show them the video!”

“And when they arrest the guys and THEY surface the video? Uh uh! They'd laugh me out of court! No, it never happened – I don't even remember it. I see it, but it didn't happen to me. I have a twin sister who likes to do gang-bang scenes,” Audrey declared.

“Can you say that?” Diane asked.

Audrey sighed. “No. Well, sort of. Jeez, I want to beat those guys with a baseball bat – and I don't. When I think of what they COULD have done...” She shook her head. “The REAL problem is that I want to remember it SO BAD...”

“Why?”

“You KNOW why! I had a BLAST!”

“Audrey...”

“Well, I DID! I even enjoyed getting butt-fucked, once it was going good!” Audrey insisted. “I've watched it a dozen times – and I must have gotten off twenty or thirty times! Nobody but the black guy even THOUGHT about hurting me – and he just ran his macho thing on me and introduced me to anal sex...”

“So you'd do it again?” Diane demanded, scandalized.

“Not like THAT, but yes.”

“You're one sick puppy, Audrey!”

Audrey cocked an eyebrow, “So, did YOU get any last night?”

Diane grimaced. “No.”

“I got about a month's worth, I think. Maybe two. My head is fucked up, but my body is... satisfied.”

“You realize that you didn't know which end was up the whole time, right?”

“I got better toward the end, but, yes. My pussy knew what IT was doing and my mouth knew what IT was doing, though – and even my ass learned...”

“Soooo...”

“So now I know what I'm capable of if I let it all hang out.”

Diane just shook her head.

Ramon let it go until Sunday, then called Audrey from a burn phone. “Hey, Baby, how you doin'? That's some party we had Thursday night!”

“Who is this?”

“You KNOW who it is, Baby!”

“Yeah, well, I do and I don't...” Audrey replied.

“You're a helluva fuck – we had a blast! You like the video?”

“You're shitting me, right?”

“Is that a yes or a no?” Ramon pressed. “I don't hear you screamin' and yellin', so I figure you watched it – maybe more than once, eh? I've jacked off to it a couple of times – it's a LOT better than some porn...”

“Thanks?”

“I'm thinkin' you didn't go to the cops.”

“With THAT out there? What was I going to say? 'They hurt me – sort of. It's just not on the video.' Then maybe they'd ask for details I don't have, and marks and bruises I don't have...”

“Yeah. We just wanted to get our dicks wet, not get revenge on women for shit.”

Except for your black friend!” Audrey pointed out.

Diane lurched up off the couch. “Who the FUCK are you talking to?” Audrey put the phone on speaker.

“Next time we'll bring lube, Baby.”

“Is there gonna BE a next time?”

“Heh. When we started talkin' I would have said no. Now... No, it probably ain't smart. Too bad, too – you're a party animal, Babe!”

“I'm mad, you know!” Audrey declared.

“You got a right, I guess...”

“I can't REMEMBER a FUCKING THING! I have this video of me getting off eighteen times and I don't REMEMBER SHIT!” Audrey howled.

Ramon was taken aback! “What?”

“You ripped me off! I had all that great sex and I DON'T REMEMBER! I wanna meet the white guy! I wanna DATE the white guy!”

Ramon laughed. “I'll be sure to tell him. He didn't want to play, to start – I had to threaten to kick his ass. But after he watched you get off a bunch of times, his dick wouldn't let him sit out.” He paused for a moment. “But that wouldn't hook up the REST of us...”

“Audrey!” Diane burst out, “Are you fucking INSANE?”

“Who's that?” Ramon rasped, getting ready to toss the phone.

“My roommate, Diane. She knows all – well, she knows what I know, anyway, which is more or less what I see on video,” Audrey replied.

“So, is she on the phone to the cops?”

“I ought to be!” Diane declared.

“What good would it do?” Audrey intervened. “After looking at that video, the cops would cut you loose. No prosecutor in the world could get a conviction... What did you use on me?”

“Uh uh! Not on the phone! You were just fucked up and your naturally sexy self – that's my story and I'm sticking to it!” Ramon insisted.

“Yeah, okay. But it's weird – I don't think it would have gone down that well, even if I was straight and there as a volunteer!”

“Eh, maybe not. You were pretty mellow. Forgive and forget – mostly forget!” Ramon chuckled. “Hey, what does your roommate look like? Maybe we should introduce ourselves, eh?”

“NO FUCKING WAY!” Diane howled.

“Eh, no sense of humor...”

“She's built like me – better titties, maybe. Brunette,” Audrey related.

“Audrey!” Diane was scandalized, “How COULD you!”

“She likes Latinos, too!” Audrey insisted.

Ramon sighed. “I should have just taken you home and fucked you, then introduced you around. Too bad.”

“Hey, no hard feelings – REALLY!” Audrey insisted.

“Baby, I wish I could believe that.” Ramon hung up the phone and stomped it, then tossed it in a garbage bin. “Drive, Jesse. Hey, she likes your dick – said she wants to date you!” he chuckled.

“What?” Jesse blinked in surprise and took his eyes off the road momentarily to gaze at Ramon.

“She's smart, that one. She didn't start nothing – the video shut her down like it was supposed to. But she's pissed that she had all that fun and doesn't remember it!”

Levi cocked his head. “So she's a gang-bang bitch?”

“No. Well, she wasn't then, but she might be now.”

“Son of a bitch!”

“Yeah, no shit!”

Jesse couldn't leave it alone; his conscience was killing him! Without discussing it with Ramon, he set out to track Audrey down, gathering information about her bit by bit until he had some idea where he might find her. It took him several days to pin her down and then several days of stalking her off and on before he got up the guts to say anything, but on a Tuesday almost two weeks after that fateful Thursday night, he approached her while she was in line at a coffee shop on her lunch break and stood there, looking indecisive.

Audrey eyed him. “Can I help you?”

“No. Yes. No. Look, it wasn't my idea!” Jesse blurted.

“What wasn't?”

“You know!”

“I do?”

“I gotta go!” Jesse dashed from the shop.

The lights came on behind Audrey's eyeballs, “OH!” She made to dash after him, but Jesse was long gone and all she managed to do was almost lose her place in line.

Audrey was full of the news when Diane got home. “I saw one of them!”

“One of who?”

“Those guys!”

“What? How? Which one?”

“The white one. He came up to me in the coffee shop – I think he wanted to apologize. He was REAL nervous!”

“What are you going to do about it?” Diane asked.

“I dunno – hope he comes back?”

“What? You're whacked – you know that?” Diane declared.

“Look, from what I can tell, we had a good time and he was a great lover!” Audrey retorted. “Who ELSE do I have that information on?”

“Audrey, he's a rapist!” Diane pointed out pedantically.

“I don't think so. I think he was there, with them, so he had no choice,” Audrey insisted.

“Sure! In your dreams!” Diane rolled her eyes and whirled her finger by her ear in the universal 'You're crazy' sign.

“Why would he hunt me down to tell me it wasn't his idea?” Audrey retorted.

“Who knows? Whatever he is, he's not a Boy Scout,” Diane insisted, “At the very least, he runs with a bad crowd.”

“Yeah, well,” Audrey shrugged. “I'm inclined to give him the benefit of the doubt.”

“You are DEFINITELY freaking nuts!” Diane declared. “I may have to get a new roommate – you like to play with whack jobs!” They moved on to other subjects, but Audrey found that there was no discussing this one with Diane.

It was another week before the girls went out – and they went to the Hip Hop Shop, not the Roundup. Diane stood in the parking lot trying to scan three hundred and sixty degrees around her for predators constantly, but Audrey was relaxed.

A van rolled by, and a man leaned out the window and yelled, “AIIIIYYYY, MAMACITA!” Audrey giggled, but Diane frowned.

“Weren't two of your kidnappers and rapists Latino?”

Audrey eyed her. “And one was white and one was black. What am I here to date? Indians? Chinese?”

“I'm just saying...”

“You need to cool out. What are we here for, anyway?” Audrey pressed – but the van was coming up the next aisle and there was a white guy driving. Audrey tried her best to look without seeming to as they approached – and it COULD have been the guy from the coffee shop...

It was. Ramon was hiding in the back to keep from being seen, and Ignacio was the one who made all the noise – but neither of them were aware that Jesse and Audrey had had a confrontation. Jesse was trying to think of a way not to expose his face to Audrey as he drove by – but as he came even, he looked directly at her – and Audrey looked back!

Jesse flinched guiltily, and therefore missed it when Audrey's eyes widened before she looked away. 'What am I gonna do?' both of them wondered simultaneously. But while Audrey muttered 'Fuck it!' to herself, Jesse ventured, “That's her all right -- maybe we ought to go somewhere else?”

“We'll be fine.” Ramon had regained his composure. The fat gringa bitch couldn't remember a fucking thing – she'd admitted it – and even if she did, she claimed she might want to go around again! “Maybe we'll call her bluff,” Ramon mused. “Park. We'll be fine inside.”

“Don't drink anything you didn't watch the bartender pour!” Audrey advised Diane.

“I wasn't going to!” Diane retorted, “Why?”

“You might miss something.”

“Audrey?”

“Look, Diane – what did you come here for tonight? Really?”

“To meet a guy?”

“And?”

“And what?”

“And if you meet one, what are you gonna do?”

“Well...”

“Come on!”

“Okay, well, MAYBE I'll sleep with him...”

“Okay, so, if there was a sure thing in the crowd, what would you do?”

Diane eyed her friend suspiciously. “What are you describing as a sure thing?”

“Someone you KNOW will show you a good time.”

“Well, I mean, if I KNEW...”

“...You wouldn't fart around, right? You'd go for it?” Audrey pressed.

Diane frowned. “What's your point?”

“They're here, Diane – I'm SURE of it! If I find them, I'm going to just plop down with them and start a conversation – or, even better, drag the white guy out to the dance floor!”

“ARE YOU NUTS?”

“Diane, did they hurt me?”

“Aside from drugging you senseless?”

“That was the front end. Think about it, Diane,” Audrey insisted, “I was at their mercy – they COULD have done ANYTHING!”

“As it was, didn't you get fucked EVERYWHERE?”

“Yeah. So?”

“I think you're insane!”

“And I think YOU'RE letting this thing freak you out!” Audrey retorted. “I was the one who got drugged and kidnapped, and if you want to call it that, I was the one who got raped – but I don't remember it like that and I have video that says it didn't happen like that.”

“What about the black guy?” Diane insisted.

“What about him? He got his – and I got mine. Maybe I'll play next time. Maybe I'll tell him I just SWOON for his dick!” Audrey grinned.

“Up your ass?”

“He'd better bring lube – but I WATCHED myself get off...”

“You're NUTS!”

Audrey gazed levelly at her friend. “Follow me – or don't – but don't interfere.”

“I'm cutting and running at the first sign of trouble!”

“Fine.”

It took Audrey fifteen minutes to find the quartet's table at the back. Ramon's first warning was when Jesse looked up, went white, and croaked, “Oh, SHIT!” He spun to find Audrey and Diane standing there, Audrey manufacturing a big smile.

“Hi, I'm Audrey and this in my friend Diane!” she said brightly. Reaching for Jesse's wrist, she tugged on it, saying, “I REALLY want to dance...”

“I don't think...” Jesse croaked.

“Go!” Ramon rasped. Audrey was already dragging Jesse to his feet, anyway...

“Diane likes black guys,” Audrey announced, grinning.

“That a fact?” Levi retorted, eyeing her.

“Sure! Right, Diane?”

“I... I... I...” Diane stammered.

“She's shy...” Audrey declared conspiratorially. “Diane, if you don't want to dance, maybe you'll sit with the guys and watch my purse?”

Diane gulped and addressed Levi, “Can we dance?”

“Yeah.” Levi grinned evilly and took her by the hand, following Audrey as she tugged a bug-eyed Jesse onto the floor. “So, do you REALLY like black guys?”

“No. Uh, yes. Uh, some guys, I guess,” Diane babbled. “It depends.”

“You already have an opinion of me...”

“Yes.” Stark fear froze Diane's eyes.

“You wanna tell me what's going on?”

“She knows you...” Diane croaked.

“And?”

“She INSISTS on playing with fire...”

“What's she gonna do?”

“She wants to fuck him, at least,” Diane croaked. “She thinks it's not a problem and she's safe...”

“What if she's NOT safe?”

“Well, I dunno...” Diane shook like a leaf.

“What if we do to her what we did last time?”

“I think... I think she'll want to remember this time...”

“Say what?”

“She SWEARS that it wasn't so bad – even what YOU did...” Diane shook under Levi's hands.

“Have you seen it?”

“Yes.”

“And that's why you're about to piss yourself?”

“Yes.”

“Did we hurt her?”

“Well...” Diane eyed him sidelong.

“I should have used some lube,” Levi grunted. “She was good about it, though. Ever done booty duty?”

“N-no...”

“Some girls like it. On the other hand, I like pussy, too.” He grinned at her. “If your girlfriend wants fucked, well, that's what we're here for – to find a chick who wants fucked. Hell, she wanted fucked last time – she just got more than she came for, I figure.” He eyed her, grinning. “What do YOU want? Do YOU want fucked?” Diane opened her mouth and Levi put his hand up. “Don't answer – you're just gonna lie. Let's dance while you decide whether you like black guys or not.” He spun her around and pulled her against him, then murmured in her ear as he humped her ass, “I think you're just chicken. You need to get fuckin' brave, like your girlfriend.”

A few feet away, Jesse stammered, “Wh-what do you want?”

“I want you to take me home,” Audrey replied. “I want you to make sweet love to me like you did that night – but THIS time, I want to remember it!”

“OH!”

Audrey cocked her head. “Do you have to share?”

Jesse nodded, jerkily. “Yeah, probably.”

“All right.”

“All right?”

“Yeah,” Audrey nodded. “I want you, but I'll do them. Who's in charge?”

“Ramon – the one with the beard.”

“I thought his name was Diego?”

“Oops!”

Audrey waved it off. “It doesn't matter, Honey. I'm not mad. It could have been awful – but it wasn't, was it?”

“I don't know how much of that was the drugs.”

“Not remembering was the drugs. What we did wasn't. I want that. I can suck and I can fuck – even deep-throat. You know, I didn't know how until that night.”

“Nobody forced you – you just...” Jesse couldn't find words.

“I took the bit in my teeth, I guess,” Audrey mused. “Civilized me was asleep, but there was a female animal there that night and she wanted male attention.”

“She GOT it!” Jesse croaked.

“Yes, she did.” Audrey smiled a feral smile. “Yes, she did.”

The dance ended, and the two couples returned to the table. Ramon snagged a couple of chairs from the next table and Audrey settled on one between him and Jesse and said, “So, you're the head man, I hear. Were you the one who drugged me last time?”

Ramon eyed her. “I don't think I want to make any admissions.”

“That's fine,” Audrey replied blithely, “Do I have to fuck you to be able to fuck Jesse?”

Ramon's eyes narrowed. “What do you think?”

“I think you'll probably want SOMETHING.”

“I think you're probably right. What do YOU want?”

“I want to enjoy it like last time – and I want to remember it.” She turned her attention to Ignacio. “What's YOUR name?”

Ignacio flicked his eyes at Ramon, who shrugged, so...” Ignacio.”

“You do the wolf whistles?”

“Si.”

“Do you like my pussy?”

“I like your mouth, too!”

Audrey flicked a glance at Ramon, “At least SOMEBODY is honest around here!” She spun on Levi, “There's lube in my purse.”

“You ought to get an enema. Booty duty can be NASTY!” Levi shot back.

“Got any?” Audrey retorted.

“So, what do you want?” Ramon cut in.

“I want to date Jesse, here,” Audrey replied reasonably. “I want to have sex with him and see if it is as good as I don't remember. I'm willing to pay my dues, though, up to and including what we did that night.”

“And her?” Ramon hitched a thumb at Diane.

“If she wasn't scared to death, she might play, too. As it is, you might have to sit her in a corner and let her watch for a while before she'll loosen up,” Audrey replied blandly. Diane erupted in a snort of outrage. “She'll hold her own, I bet, once she gets going,” Audrey added.

“When do the cops show up?” Ramon inquired.

Audrey frowned. “They DON'T! Do you think I want my future boyfriend arrested? Uh uh! No way! Now, YOU, Diane would make an exception for – but I won't; you were as good to me as anyone that night, and better than some!” She eyed Levi, who chuckled.

“I think she's serious, Boss!” Levi ventured. “Her girlfriend is scared shitless, but she swears that one's insane...”

Audrey rolled her eyes. “Come on, boys – show of hands: How many of you have called me a fat bitch?” Three hands went up. Audrey smiled at Jesse. “You're chivalrous – that's one of the cute things about you. But I AM a fat bitch. What do you figure my chances are of finding something decent to go home with in this club if I pass on you guys?”

Levi chuckled. “They suck, Honey!”

Audrey grinned at him. “But you're happy to oblige, aren't you?”

“Sure. You're good pussy.” Levi was offhand about it.

“Okay, then. We understand each other. Diane isn't any better off, really... You'd kneel her up and prong her, too, wouldn't you?”

Levi grunted. “Sure. There is fuckin' and there is havin' a bitch move in and wantin' kids and all that bullshit! Most of the women here...”

“...Are looking for the whole love and marriage thing?” Audrey finished for him. “I am, too – but I know what you want as well as you do – and I know YOU know I have it. And that puts me in front of any number of bitches who you don't know that about, huh? And how many times do I have to give it up before you start thinking about giving ME what I want so YOU can get what YOU want on a regular basis?”

“Eh,” Ramon broke in, chuckling, “Not that many, I think.”

“Okay, then.” Audrey locked eyes with him. “Let's go somewhere and Diane can watch to make sure I don't get hurt while we do what we all came here to do.”

'Where?' was the next question. The girls didn't want the guys knowing where they lived – especially Diane – and the guys had the same problem, complicated by concerns that the police might be their next visitors. Hotel rooms weren't of any serious interest, initially, but Audrey pressed a bit, noting, “Come on – where are you gonna get what you're here to get for the price of a cheap double room? I'll pay MY share – and Diane's, since she's nervous about things – so it's probably going to be twenty bucks apiece. How bad is that?”

It was Ignacio that replied, “Eh, if we get what we got last time, it would cost a LOT more than that from a puta!”

“Puta?” Diane blinked.

“Whore,” Ramon translated.

“See?” Audrey, who was enjoying herself, smiled lazily. “We don't need the Ritz – just a couple of beds.”

“You register, Honey – we don't want our names on the guest list,” Levi rumbled.

“Fine.”

“Audrey...” Diane worried.

“They don't know if they can trust us,” Audrey pointed out.

“Well, it's MUTUAL!” Diane shot back.

“It'll be fine...”

They settled on a not-too-prosperous chain motel a couple of miles up the road and headed out to their cars. “I'll ride in the van,” Audrey announced. “Diane, why don't you ride with Levi.”

“Audrey!” Diane whined.

“Oh, all RIGHT!” Audrey rasped, rolling her eyes. “We still need to handle this in a way that makes everybody happy. Ignacio, why don't you ride with us? I like your, um, candor.”

Ignacio flicked his eyes to the other males, but Ramon grunted, “Do it. She knows what she's doing.” Ignacio nodded and followed the women to their car while Jesse started the van. “What do you think?” Ramon asked Jesse.

“She says she wants to date!”

“Do you believe her?”

“I don't know WHAT to believe!”

“Levi?” Ramon shifted targets.

“The brunette is scared shitless. Blondie isn't. I'm not seeing where she has anything to gain by fucking with us – well, except a good fucking. Weird as it seems, I think she wants it.”

Ramon rubbed his face. “When I called her that Sunday, she was pissed – and she said it was not so much because we raped her, but because she had a video of herself having a helluva time and didn't remember the fun! I think maybe this will go okay.” Turning back to Jesse, he asked, “Do you want to date the bitch?”

“Uh, Jeez, I dunno. Maybe?”

Ramon grunted. “You need to grow some cojones, Jesse. If you don't, she'll own you, because she's got a pair.” Jesse, not sure where to go with that, just grunted and followed the women's car out of the parking lot.