---------------------------- The gruff, meanest looking man bent down low before Laverne, sneering at her. “That’s your boyfriend? Bad taste girl!” His friends laughed, and the tattooed man flung another punch at her love. Laverne shook her head frantically and cried hard. She winced as the gruff man pulled her head backward and pulled her into his arms. “Don’t worry girl, we won’t hurt you,” he growled, “We would only take back what is rightfully ours.” He threw a stack of pictures at Laverne and photos of obscenity spread before her. The girl and her love were in every of the photo. Laverne struggled out of his grasp and picked the stack of photos up. She shook her head in disbelief as she browsed through them, and tears welled up once more. “What are these pictures all about? Greg!! What have you done?” she whispered in pain. Laverne tore the pictures frantically, trying to shred the incidents into pieces. She could literally feel the wrench on her heart. The shredding seemed to tear herself apart instead. She spotted the knife lying a couple of feet away. Scrambling towards the knife, she shook, as she grasped it tightly. ----------------------------
Even though thine believes the same. Thine must point out that pictures of friends can be collected just as easily. Thine would not jump to conclusions without more evidence.
But do carry on malady dar. Thine wishes to see how the rest of the story unfolds. *sits with a brew awaiting more*