The phone rang early. It had to be important. Roger fumbled with his cell phone. He hoped his parents hadn't been awakened by the sound. As the cobwebs cleared from his head, he recalled that they probably couldn't hear the "teenage mosquito" ringtone he'd put on his phone.
"Yeah. Whats it?" Roger mumbled into the phone with his eyes still shut.
"I'm not payin' you no stinking money to lease something I ain't got, and I want the money back I gave you - least ways two thirds of it - cause I only got to wear Tony for a few hours. Hell, ya should giv me back 80%."
"What are you talking about? What happened to Tony?" Roger said sitting upright in bed. His grogginess suddenly cleared.
"One of his frat bros took him, so I don' gotta pay," Rico said bluntly.
"So one of my bros preppy pussy weight frat bros beat you up, stripped you and took your briefs?" Roger asked incredulously. He has suspected Rico might try to get out of paying or try to keep Tony longer, but he hadn't expected the problem to crop up so soon.
"Nah! No gringo can top me. I fucked the lil frat boy and his girlfriend, and decided to take a shower. I din want Tony boy walking off, so I put him on sleeping frat boy Mark's ass. You know to keep 'em warm. Then he up and left. Stole my friggin' wheels too!"
"Hm."
There was a pregnant pause, and Roger spoke again, "I'll be right over to see what I can do. Where are you at?"