Jack woke up to the bright afternoon sun and thrust his wrist out for his alarm clock, instead hitting his wrist on the bedside table. Swearing loudly, he rolled out of bed and got dressed in an unambitious outfit of athletic shorts and a beater. He finally found his alarm clock; it was 1:30. Suddenly, he heard the unmistakeable rap of Kanye West and realized his phone was ringing. He scooped it up of the table and answered it.

"Yeah?" he asked.

"Dude we've got a problem." It was Rick. "Somebody just sent me a pic of us pushing over the Portoshit. They said we should meet them at the picnic area at the park in one hour or they go the Franciss' with the picture. Hurry up and get your ass outside."

"****!" Jack yelled as he hung up. He went down to the kitchen, grabbed a quick breakfast, and started to walk out the door.

"Hey!" Jack winced. It was his dad. "Where the hell are you going?"

"Out," he replied.

"Dammit Jack don't smartass me. You halfass conversations just like your basketball!"

"Shut the hell up I'm just going to the park."

"Don't you sass me boy!" His dad yelled as Jack slammed the door behind him.

Rick,Martin,CJ, and Dustin were already waiting in Rick's driveway. They anxiously set off towards the park.

"Who do you think the blackmailer is?" said Jack, asking the group in general.

"Well we definently know them if they know the Francis family," replied Dustin.

"Oh what if its that Connor ******?" asked Rick suddenly.

"If it is then we will definently be drowning him in the creek," said CJ matter of factly.

"Yeah **** him! He made me spill V-factor all over my turquoise Hollister shirt,"said Jack.

"Oh that's always a bummer. Did you get the stain out?" asked Martin.

"Wow ***," Dustin said.

"Well it doesn't matter because Danielle Penn was gizzing over my outfit today,"Martin boasted.

"She liked my outfit more. She was about to get down on her knees and give me head," said Rick.

"Can you whipped queers stop talking about that Barbie ***** already," CJ snapped.

"Well excuse me because I don't chase white trash," Rick countered.

CJ was about to come up with a witty retort when Jack interrupted him.

"Quiet, we're here".

They had arrived at the picnic area, but the blackmailer wasn't there.

"We'll wait a few minutes but if this ****** doesn't show up we are out of here," Rick said.

"Wait for what".

They all turned around to find Kristoph Molotov sitting on a park bench eyeing them with amusement.

"Wait...it's you!" Martin said incredulously.

"Yes it is. I circled around the park and hid in the trees when you tipped the Portoshit over. I am quite stealthy." Kristoph replied smiling.

"Why? What the **** do you want?" demanded Dustin.

"I just want a little information," said Kristoph.

"What if decide to just kick you ass instead?" asked Rick.

"Then you will have to kill me or I will still go to the Franciss'," Kristoph replied coldly.

"Damn this is some hardcore Red Army ****!" CJ laughed.

"What do you want know?" asked Rick.

"Tell me the story about what you did in the Franciss' house, Rick. The others thought it was hilarious, but you would not tell me because it would supposedly "warp my fragile little mind," said Kristoph.

It was silent. And then everybody burst out laughing.

"That's it?" Jack asked as the mirth subsided.

"I'm a man of simple tastes," Kristoph replied in a dignified manner.

"Dude, you were gonna tell him anyway," Martin said to Rick.

"Alright, but you can't tell anybody about the story or the Portoshit or we will have crossed the line with the Franciss'," said Rick.

"We crossed the line before you even moved here thanks to Jack," said Dustin laughing.

Jack grinned sheepishly, remembering the **** he had put Jake though that faithful day many summers ago.

"That's beside the point. Do you promise?" Rick addressed Kristoph.

"I do indeed," he said.

And so, Rick began the story that would change the way Kristoph saw him...forever.

The End?