Asking for directions

Felicia walked across the street to meet the guy. He wasn't wearing a shirt and had on a pair of green sweatpants.

"Hey, wazzup, girl?" The guy asked Felicia as she crossed the street. "Name's Marcus. What's a sexy lil thing like you doin' in this neighborhood?"

Felicia rolled her eyes. "I'm lost. Can you tell me where I can find the nearest bus stop?"

Marcus laughed. "Sure I can, sweet thing. But I think I want you to do something for me first!"

Felicia let out an exasperated groan. "Look, I don't have all night and it's getting later as it is. Do you know where the bus stop is or not?"

"Chill out, bitch! I'll show you where it is, but first there's something I'd like to..." But Felicia cut him off.

"Excuse me....*what* did you just call me?" Felicia felt herself getting pissed off. "You know what? Screw you, asshole. Clearly I'd be better off looking for it on my own!"

She turned around to walk away, but Marcus pulled her back towards him.

"No, you see bitch...this is MY hood, and here, I make the rules. And you just disrespected me in MY neighborhood. So maybe I should teach you a little lesson in respect!"

Felicia suddenly felt herself getting afraid. This guy was much bigger and stronger than her. He could really do a number on her if he wanted to. What could she do?

"Look, I...I'm sorry! I didn't mean to say that. Please don't hurt me!"

Marcus grinned. "I ain't gonna hurt ya. But you clearly need to learn some manners. And I think I have a good idea on how to teach you some respect!"