The neighbor's thuggish boys catch you

Biting your lip like you've seen Sue do so many times before when facing a decision you realize that there's a sound coming from behind. A sound like breathing. Since the only thing behind you is the house with those three nasty boys that always teased you you're **** to turn around.

Gulping you slowly look around and wince at the sight of the eldest thug. His name's Justin or something, though it never fit him. At twenty-one he was firmly entrenched on the road to mooching off society, though you suspect he has some criminal dealings on the side. You've occasionally seen your sister walking away from his house so you're pretty sure they know each other.

"Uh, Justin," you say with a pasted on smile and no clue what to do. Instinctively you raise your hands to cover your privates and hope his brothers aren't around. At nineteen and eighteen you've had more than enough rough encounters with them at school.

"Sue..." he croons, grinning past a cigarette and a small camcorder. "Looks like you got yourself a bit of a problem."

"Yo, what's up, bitch?" says the grinning youngest named Brian. You've heard other names used, but you typically call him asshole.

"Uh, Bri..." you say weakly. "Where's..."

"Hey sweet cheeks," says the third, named Calvin by parents who couldn't have had a clue how terribly their children would turn out.

"Wanna hang?" Brian says with a grin. "Or you going to go flash those locksmiths?"

The growl in his voice suggests it might not have been a question, but maybe if you're quick you can get away. Of course, he'd still have the video, but it's not like it's video of you...