"He's tall, had a tattoos, tan skin, he's punk yeah punk."
"What's his name?"
"Peter Jackstone"
"Where can we find him?"
"At the condo near the park. I want you to keep an eye on him everytime. Watch his everymove"
"What should we do to him?"
"I want him dead, hmm. No, I want you all to punish him, hit him or whatever you want. Let him feel the pain, let him suffer. If we get lucky tonight, don't miss this chance. But remember whatever happens don't hurt Karylle."
"Got it. Everything will run smooth and great."
"Good."
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"No! I'm not sleeping here again!" Peter shouts pointing at the couch.
"Uh I don't want you to sleep beside me that's odd"
"I won't do anything."
"Oh I don't trust you. After what you did with that girl on my bed where I sleep. Not again."
"How about there's a pillow between us? To make sure you're safe." He chuckles "You're so-over-protective with your virginity."
Her eyebrow furrows "What?!"
"Dalagang Pilipina."
"Indeed. So I'll fix the pillows between us first."
"Oh please faster!"
"Faster?" Anne gasped in Pete's plead. She's eavesdropping, resting her ear against the door with her hand on the doorknob.
"Ang sikip!" Pete yelled. And again Anne's eyes widened in suprise she giggled.
"Stop moving okay? Don't be harsh" Karylle shouted. Oh my Anne gasped.
"Is this your first time?"
"Yes. So be gentle!"
But all of a sudden, Anne accidentaly twist the doorknob causing it to open the door and squeaked. Heads snapped to look at her in shock. There was an awkward silence.