Ever since Jiang Xiaobai crammed a lobster down his pants, Tiger had been haunted by a shadow. It seemed like the poor thing in his crotch had been scared into submission, remaining listless and lifeless ever since.
This morning, Tiger straddled the motorcycle belonging to his dad, Liu Changhe, and roared off to Songlin Town. He skidded to a stop in front of Old Huang's book stand.
"Old Huang, got any new stuff lately?"
Old Huang knew what kind of "new stuff" Tiger was referring to. He flashed a grin, yellowed teeth stained from smoking, and pulled out several books flaunting bikini-clad beauties on their covers from the wooden box he was sitting on, handing them to Tiger.
"Master Liu, these are fresh arrivals, all reserved for you."
Without a word, Tiger pulled out twenty bucks from his pocket and threw it on the ground, then sped off on the motorcycle, kicking up dust behind him.
