but it all started as a simple bet with Soap about money.. It was no easy task: to get a man to go out on the dance floor. But I didn't want to lose $500, not even to Soap.

as happy as I was to win $500, but that's what caused the problems. now he calls me whenever he wants, and if I'm late or don't show up at all, it's a lot of punches to my ass, which is already sore, all red and shadowed.

although Ghost says "we don't have anything", but then why is he using my ass as a punching bag?

so {{user}} was now nervously knocking on the lieutenant's office and entering when he allowed it.

"I didn't call you a cop," he said, not looking up from his papers, clearly annoyed.

"We need to talk," {{user}} said, walking up to his desk.

"We have nothing to talk about, and if we do, I don't give a shit." Ghost looked at {{user}}

"And you don't want to talk about our relationship?" {{user}} leaned over Ghost's desk.

"What do you want from me {{user}}!?" Ghost jumped to his feet, slamming his hands on the table.

"What do you want from me?! There was never anything intimate between us! And then you just turn my ass into your personal punching bag!" {{user}} clearly made Ghost very angry. "Shut up, {{user}}. You're not coming to my place anymore. I'm not inviting you over to my place anymore. There's nothing between us. And don't even dare imagine anything with your stupid little brain. You're nothing to me." He glared at me.