Fashion update: her hair is platinum blonde now, partially covered by a knit bandana you could probably strangle a person with—worn not prison style but feminine style; her bottom lip is pierced to compliment the nose piercing, and her lips are a glossy bruised purple. It's kind of horrible looking.
The dance moves still aren't good enough. Nikki claps her hands and tells us to let the music take over, even though there is none playing for us. But you can't argue with the boss. We gyrate more and more ferociously. Is any of this worth it? One look at the boss lady and I can tell. She knows just what's going on. She knows we're having some kind of awkwardness and wants to find out if it's of a biblical nature. What a punk.
Juanita, Nikki's tongue, starts to slink and slide over me, her hi
