Foolish Games: 3 (Cartwright Brothers)

I didnt have an easy life. Waiting tables for a function centre was about as good as life got for me. There were no tips--unless telling me I had a great arse could be considered a tip--but it was enough for me to live on barely. Everything else I needed I took. And I was never caught except that one time when these brothers and some weird chick busted me for stealing their car. It was their fault I took it. They shouldnt have left their keys where I could find them. And it was a sweet ride; I chucked a couple of donuts in that thing and it smoked up like a charm. Good times. Anyway those guys took the car back turned my boyfriend into a pussy and ended up making me homeless. When I saw that same car again in the function centre parking lot I couldnt resist. I pulled out my keys and started scratching. C... U... busted. I shouldve known it was a bad idea but I never was one to listen to my conscience. Suddenly I was locked in a room while a family of five ridiculously hot brothers argued over what to do with me. Their mother wanted me dead but they were insisting that stealing and vandalism werent necessarily grounds for a beheading. I was on their side. I quite liked my head--even though it seemed like Id just gotten myself in way over it. But do you know what was crazy? The brother Id stolen from the one whod caught me defacing his car was now watching me like a lion watches a big juicy steak. Hmm maybe I could spin this in my favour after all....