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           “What are doing Jerome?”
           “Me…? What—I ain’t doing nothing.”
           “And you’ve been doing nothing every day for a week now. Did you see that note I left for you out in the kitchen?”
           “Uh, no, I ain’t made it out to the kitchen yet.”
           “That does it!” Oh my Gosh!
“I ain’t playing with you no more!”
           Wash had lost it! He had really lost it! He was going to go ahead and shoot me, just like that. “Now wait a minute Wash, I can explain—“
           “I don’t need no more words from you!”
           Wash threw this big roll of tape right at me.
           “Start peeling and pasting, I don’t want to see none of your mouth.”
           “But Wash—“
         
           All of a sudden my hands were shaking so bad I could hardly peel pieces of tape off of that big roll. By now Wash had moved that shiny XXXX around so that I could see right down the barrel and there was a big bullet in there just waiting to come out after me. So I plastered piece after piece of that tape over my mouth until my lips were sealed shut, hoping that maybe that would keep him happy, but it didn’t.
           “Those clothes you’re wearing, you don’t deserve them, take them off!”
           Now I was getting really scared and my fingers were getting all tangled up in my clothes as I tried to pull them off . Would he do it? Would he really do it? That’s what I kept wondering until I could feel a cool breeze blowing against my birthday suit. I closed my eyes and put my hands up, hoping that he would understand that that’s what people did when they were saying “Please don’t shoot me.”
           “Get on the couch. I’ve got other ways of teaching you what you’ve got to learn.”
           I jumped on the couch, too relieved at not being shot to think much about what he was going to do now. Then he threw a whole bunch of ropes at me and then grabbed my body in his big hands. And then his mouth started going and didn’t stop while he told me all of the things he had told me to do which I hadn’t done, and the more he talked, the more angry he got and the tighter he wrapped those ropes around my body so that I was whimpering way back in my throat before he was done.
           And then he hit me with the stunner.
           He was going out for awhile. When he got back, he expected that I would have done what had told be to do when he wrote me that note. And, if I didn’t get it done, then he knew some ways to get some real tears out of me.
           The door closed with a bang and he was gone.
           To hell with him! The only thing I was going to do was to get out of here .
           The first thing I needed to do was to get rid of these ropes. I needed a knife.
           So I hopped and I hopped until I was finally out in his kitchen. Then I turned my body around and finally managed to get my tied hands to open the drawer where he kept the knives.

           But there were no knives in there, only spoons. How was I going to cut myself loose with a spoon?
           And then I saw his note on the fridge. How was I going to clean knives if I couldn’t find no knives?
           And then it hit me. He had hidden those knives somewhere so that I couldn’t find them.
           But I would fool him. I would find those knives, and I would get them all clean, and I would be waiting with a great big smile when he got back.
           Now, if I was a knife, where would I be hiding?

Jerome played by Andre
Photography by Caitiff