In Over Her Head by Elsie Russell - Parnasse.com

oyfriend trying t'scare ya!"
"He was here, stoopid. You know, now that I think of it, they
could have downloaded anything they wanted from my laptop, I have
DSL."
"Yeah, yeah, whatever," Ng said, standing in the middle of the
rearranged chaos. He disappeared into the martial arts studio, so Ula
turned on the front desk monitor and logged on. She found her site and
began watching one of her bio clips.
"Fuck, fuck and fuck!" Ng yelled from the practice room. "It's
just fuckin' gone!"
He ran back in, shoved Ula aside, fumbled through a drawer in
the desk and retrieved a small pearl handled revolver.
"Oh, calm down. See? You found it."
"This piece of shit? The automatic's gone! This thing's a toy!"
“Does it shoot bullets or water?" Ula asked, nonchalant but still
nervous.
"Oh, it's a real gun, alright! Shit, I've had this baby since my
Garden Grove days." He kissed it. "But it's not for serious business, it's
you know, for shooting jealous lovers in the coglioni, huh, huh."
He slung it around and aimed it at her groin.
"Ha! I think that gun's a little small for his endowments," she
said, unflinching.
"It could have 'im singin' soprano for good, girl, you know it."
"Why didn't you surprise us with that before?"
He scratched his head, looking around. "Fuck, I am so dead,
man."
"It's no big deal, relax, you'll make more disks, it'll just take a
little time, that's all."
"You don't get it do you! I gotta deliver, I got customers. If
they're not happy, I'm not happy. I am so fucked!" He kicked his
combat boot into the plywood of the reception desk, destroying it.
Ula watched from the side, her arms crossed in front of her
chest. She tried to edge her way to the door but Ng's arm shot out and
grabbed her.
"Hey, wait a minute baldy, not so fast! I need you right here,
girl, cuz we're gonna get to work now! Into the mocap, c'mon."
He dragged her by her empty sleeve into the motion capture
studio.
"Okay, honey bunch, show time, here's your costume, strip, put
it on, you know the routine. Lube's over there."
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