The negotiating tables have turned.

Lauren stood in shocked horror, not even bothering to cover her exposed mosquito bites or piss stained panties.

She shrieked!

"Lauren, Lauren, Lauren,", the leader chuckled, looking down from her high heeled boots at the flat footed, flat chested runt in front of her.

"Here's how it's going to work, Lil' Lauren. This is our clubhouse! But I'm not mean. Sign these."

Lauren recognized some of these papers, they were the deed to her home.

"Huh?!", Lauren managed to stammer out, eventually.

"Either you can sign these, or these pictures are going up to your facebook, with the caption, "just got done with an uder 18 porno piss shoot." Oh, and I just tweeted, "I wish the Holocaust had actually happened so those hookednose jews couldn't plan, pay for, and profit from 9/11" and tweeted it at your boss. I'll need your autograph to delete it."

She waved the phone, and the papers in Lauren's sour puss, pouting, knowing she'd been beat.

"Give me the papers.", Lauren whimpered.