“I know I may be over doing it but true love makes you over do things. It makes your stool to look like barbecue and your urine as orange. I don’t want to lose you to those thugs when we can always proffer means of sorting them out.”

Mr. Fanny shook her hugely on the shoulder trying to make her understand him and see things in his perspective.

“There are other means we can sort them out and go about selling drugs without having to get you into it,” he snapped at a ...