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charge 'th-th-th-at's my sister's b-b-bike,' with, 'Prove I stole your sister's bike. You have a receipt? Huh? Do ya? Call the cops. I've got friends who will swear it's mine.' " "Chuck merely replied, 'I have no intention of contesting the ownership of that bicycle.' The blistering warning that was contained in that clarity of his speech was not appreciated by that perpetrator. Had it been, he would still have a symmetric face and possess both of his ears." "Oh gross!" Seth Popper bleated. "Fucking A," was Denise Mason's response with a thumbs up emphasis. "What about the - You're not done - part?" Shannon objected as the others, suddenly reminded, chimed in. Macaluso laughed, "Oops, got lost there, again." As everybody groaned, he continued. "In high school,.." but they were still babbling, "IN - HIGH - SCHOOL - you with me?" now to attentive smirks, "There was this one really nasty predator who oozed disinhibition, a classic dick-head tough guy named Salvatore Lotto. Salvadore hung school even though he had been tossed out - years before. Everybody was afraid of Lotto. Everybody. This bastard was headed for the gas chamber. Who would offer themselves to THAT cause?. Now, you just had to assume that when this guy called my sister a freak face, it would be allowed to pass. That made good sense. Just let the slur go unreckoned. Lotto was beyond reach and deadly. But letting pass is not little wiry stuttering Chuck. Lotto was looking down in devil-smile at the little fellow who now stood before him with far-flung eyes and screwed up his lips in search of appropriate entreaty. Sal couldn't wait to mock the spluttering stammer that was about to play on his stage.