Irene*

Lilian and I alighted at the bus stop where Jasmine's car got hijacked by those fellas.

"Fuck! You don't mean it, these guys are crazy,"

"They ought to be somewhere watching for anyone who will walk up to the car," Lilian said and suggested that we survey the environment first before making our first move.

So, we waited aimlessly looking around for a while, even bypassers wondered why we appeared so foolish.

We weren't moving forward or backward we just stood separately as inspectors.

We ...