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In Jamaica...
Alice is laying in the bed. Her wrists are tied to the bed post, her eyes are blindfolded and she feels dirty. She has lost count on the number of days she has been in the bed, but she hasn’t forgotten how many “men” have attempted to defile her flower.
“OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO-OOOP!” Ann, her evil twin sister practices in the mirror while throwing up the sign. Ann turns the side and practices raising her hand and doing the call real loud. “OOOOOOOOOOOOOOO-OOOP!”
“I hope they find out you’re a perp! First you steal my identity, then you bring up stuff in the past to ruin my life. Why Ann? Why?”
“Cause,” Ann says in a southern twang, “when you got a man like Stephano who has big hands and big feet you’re liable to do anything.”
“Even betray your own sister.”
“Girl don’t worry, when all this is over, I’ll break you off a little sumptin’ sumptin’. I can pull this off, I just need a little practice.” Ann practices raising the sign and the call, getting worse and worse by the minute instead of getting better, “hmmp. Need a little more harmony.”
“But do you know what you are doing? Perping Delta Sigma Theta is serious. All them members they have, that’s why I quit doing it. You never know who you are going to run into. Be my luck someone from GCU be in Jamaica next week and they kick your ass thinking its me.”
“I wish them broads would put their hands on me and try to tear off my ‘nalia. All this money I spent on T-Shirts and Pins and Figurines, hsit, I should have saved the receipt so I could get a tax return.”
“They are going to get you!”
“And what are you going to about it? That’s what I thought! Alex.”
This big burly man comes into the room and lays beside Alice.
“Now remember my instructions,” Ann whispers in his ear, “you are just supposed to scare her, not hurt her.”
Alex nods his head up and down, as Ann throws up the sign and call and walks out the door.
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