I scanned my eyes around, looking for Praise. In a short while, I saw her standing by the other side of the mall, just opposite Tracie and me. She was smirking, and I knew she was ready to do something stupid.

"Oh, help! Please, do something!" Sherri kept hopping around like a maniac. Of course, it was hard for anyone to help her out. Would anyone want to open her panty only to kill the cockroach in it? Well, in fact, a couple of people were filming her.

She threw her hands into her hair, her face squeezed like she was weeping hard. Her butt poked backwards, her hands dashing...