I was in gangland, a terrifying quagmire of narrow streets, pretend beggars, and sinister characters lurking at every corner.
The bag I was carrying had enough dope in it to get me killed, and I was scared, more so than at any time in my miserable life of pusher.
They appeared from nowhere, three big thugs with hand guns: I was done, and as I was about to hand over my bag, expecting my end was nigh, I saw them.
They were two of them, in T-shirts and shorts, in any other circumstances I would have said: a sexy pair, but the submachine guns they carried were for real.
“Hands up everyone, nice and calm!” the girls said, adding unnecessarily: “Policia Federales” – I sighed, feeling secure at last.
Tell us about a time when you felt out of place.
The door opened, there she stood, naked. “Come in,” she said, “Don’t stand there like a lemon!”
“But I came for the money,” I said, holding tight on the gun.
“Oh, but of course, I did not expect anything else…”
“Well, maybe not,” I thought, walking into the room.
Then all hell broke lose. Someone open fire with what sounded like an AK47.
By then I had reversed to my native shape. I blasted everyone with a swift laser swipe, girl, thugs and all. I collected the loot and set fire to the den.
It will teach me to appear human in front of gangsters…