(Not me)

As Riley pushed his entire body against the black switch that would undoubtedly ignite the flames of freedom, a shard of white light pierced through the dark fibers of Cindy's pocket. Accompanied by his heavenly display was a gigantic tan hand that wrapped him up completely and freed him of the damp prison. However, he knew he was not free. In fact, his incarceration was just beginning.

"Alright, lil' homey. I took the long way home and my feet are tired. I want you to rub my feet."

Cindy then took off her off-brand sneakers and socks and placed her bare feet in front of Riley on a small oak wood table that was in the middle of her room. She wiggled her toes and laughed as the small hood rat covered his nose. Soon Cindy's laughter subsided as she noticed Riley was standing with his arms crossed.

"What are you waiting for, dawg. Fuckin' do it!"