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ing to meet up with her job because she's poor and has to make ends meet all by herself. Does that make her bad?" Luchie asked, smiling like a lawyer who had suddenly found a superior argument. Pete shrugged and relax, placing his hands behind the settee. "Well, I guess...uhmm... I guess that makes her hardworking then." "Then not all girls who miss classes are bad. Neither are all who attend classes good." "So to what group do you fall in? Good or bad?" Pete asked teasingly. "Well," Luchie began, seductively adjusting herself on the settee. "You said you heard I'm a good girl. Maybe I'll say I'm a good bad girl if you know what I mean," she said flirtatiously. Pete laughed heartily as the message sank in. He turned to her. "Oh yeah, I get what you mean, baby! I think you're a real bad girl!" he said, still laughing. The duo suddenly looked up as Techla began to clap. David had completed his performance. "Bravo! You gotta go get the rap boss to sign you up in his record label, man!" Pete hailed his friend. That's an understatement. I'ma buy over the record label then get him sign under me." David boasted arrogantly. "Oh, shit, you're crazy, man! You buy RockNation?" Pete scoffed at him. "Wait till I do that." David boasted and went over to Techla. "That was a wonderful performance." Techla said to him with a smile of admiration. Without warning, he swept her off her feet and carried her to an empty settee, paying deaf ear to her little cries of protest. He fell in beside her. "How's my baby doing?" he asked, seizing up her lips with his before she could reply. Slowly, his hands began to stray into her clothes, making for her breast. Techla gave him a gentle but firm push. "No! Stop, please," she muttered, struggling to free herself from his grip. Pete suddenly cleared throat. "Hey, man, don't persecute the Christian in me. My momma said to me, 'Pete, don't watch blue films where them ungodly sinners kiss and defile their bodies.' And now I hate..." David quickly p