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It is double pleasure to deceive the deceiver~ Niccolo Machiavelli
Last time she had not been able to pay, Jim had broken her little finger as a warning.
Elsie had made up her mind not to give money for using a public facility. She used this stretch of pavement for soliciting customers.
She saw him swagger down the road and crouched by the telephone pole.
‘What’s wrong with you’, Jim prodded her back with his left foot.
‘I feel poorly’.
Elsie subtly chained his right foot to the pole. She dialed 100 and accused him of forcing her into flesh trade.