“Just give it back and I will do your homework,” I said.
I looked at the clock. It was 11:25pm. I had thirty-five minutes to get the cell phone back.
“But I like a gold phone. Rose gold never did it for me. I think rose gold looks pink and I hate pink.”
“Amy, please,” I said.
“You aren’t persuading her,” said Clara. She stood behind me and grabbed me around my waist and began to squeeze.
“No, don’t,” I said and Amy looked at me satisfied, but I wasn’t talking to Amy any longer. Clara was squeezing me around my waist over my very full bladder and then her hands went through my body and she squeezed my actual bladder.
