i told them we were investigating the dark-haired girl with the leather jacket '' -that was me- '' and the manager was more than happy to pass the photo along . '' she hopped out of the car and waved him off , but he left his car running and got out , following her onto the porch . she stroked his cheek tenderly before pinching his skin with her harsh grip . i pulled him up to standing and told him to go clean up . no question about it this time : he was definitely a prisoner . 