What was he pissed for? It was our asses out there making fools of ourselves. Did we get our scores in and flunk everything? We followed him silently back to the Hummer after collecting our personal property and being booked out. In another McDonald's parking lot, the Preacher pulled out his laptop. "Scores are up." He held the tiny computer on his massive legs, his fingers moving over the keys as he stared at the screen. We all waited with bated fucking breath, no doubt all resisting the urge to crowd around him and see for ourselves. "No sales on first round, we already knew that," he half growled. "Ahhh but the humiliation scores were maxed out. Perfect. But not enough." He shook his head and tsked. "No sales at the second business." "But…give it time," I said, "it was well received." He quirked his brow. Steve jumped in, "Before we were arrested the women were very into it, absolutely, there's going to be sales, I'm sure of it." "Regardless, your night in jail cost us time we don't have, so, we're off to the final assignment." Preacher sliced his dark gaze to a suddenly nauseous looking Steve, who looked back and forth from me to the preacher.
