Tom followed him quietly before he heard the door open, just in time to slide under the bed next to Chris. "Fellas, make yourself at home", Jackie Boy told his friends as they walked into the room with Shellie holding the door. As at least four men walked in after Jackie, she slumped the door closed with her back leaning against it. "You brought your whole gang? Why am I not surprised?", she said as she looked at the men who stood in the kitchen. "It's the same space you and me once shared. Not to mention that I heard voices of someone here. As if you were courting somebody", Jackie Boy said before turning around to face her as she leaned against the door. "I ain't courting nobody", she said with nervousness as Jackie walked to her and placed his hand next to her head on the door, leaning in close to examine her. "That's a man's shirt", he said as he recalled Tom's shirt that she was wearing over her undergarments. "And you got somebody's lovestink all over you", he said before he slapped her and she fell to the ground with a yelp, her lip bleeding. "You goddamn coward!", she said in a trembling voice as she looked at him. "I think we're all here for a good time", Jackie said as his friends chuckled along with him. "I gotta take a smoke", he said as he stepped over her. "You should have been here earlier, Jackie Boy. Then you could have met my boyfriends", Shellie taunted him. "You could have seen a real man is like", she said with a smile. "Generous men. They are generous", he said before walking out to the bedroom where Tom and Chris were hiding. Tom watched the feet move to an open window and lighting a cigarette.