Going after Tyrone

The warehouse door is open. You follow the cop -- Officer Mallory -- in. Tyrone's shirtless, looking like he just showered.

"Tyrone?" the cop asks.

"Yeah."

"Joy here says you **** her."

"**** her? Fuck no, she's a ho. She charged me a thousand bucks for her services."

What! Outrage overwhelms your silent thoughts. How can this jerk **** you, shoot your nubile cunt full of his jizz, and then make... up... lies...

Officer Mallory turns to you.

"Joy, is this true?"

"He pppaid me, bbbut..."

"Joy, prostitution is a very serious offense," the cop says, grabbing your purse. He pulls out your money, folds it, and puts it in his back pocket. "I'm confiscating this as evidence. We are done here."

"But..." you stutter. He grabs your arm.

"Good day to you, Mr. Tyrone."