Might as well

I couldn't believe this! Geezer was a traitor and now I was awaiting arrest by rent-a-cops and imprisonment for fucking a minor. I was really in the shit now.

So what the hell, right?

I ran at Geezer and tackled him, knocking him into the hard cement floor face-first. He knew I would go for the camera, so he guarded it with his body. He's pretty quick for an old man. I turned him over and worked his face once or twice or twelve times. I lost count after two and with his guard up, it was hard to tell what really hit him and what was glanced or deflected.

Someone turned the showers on and soon a thin steam was filling the room. I must be a great lay because I guess the girl was on my side in all this. Security would be there soon, so I made one last grab for the camera, but when the door swung open it was still in Geezer's hands.

"How now, brown cow," he asked me smugly.