"Holy shit Jake, how much of that pink crap did you take" Tony demanded of the barley dressed blonde sprawled on the motel bed. The girl looked up at Tony, her wide eyes dark pools he could easily fall into. Quite unlike Jake's cold gaze. These eyes held a mischievous gleam but no trace of the cold blooded killer Tony had come to know. "Gee, I dunno mister," she answered in a sing song voice "a couple of bottles I guess?" "A couple of bottles?" Tony shudders at the thought of what even half a bottle of the pink goop could do to a body and mind "What the hell were you thinking Jake? You were only supposed to take a few drops. Just enough to make you look a little girlie. Enough to fool the cops not to turn you into this!" "Yeah I guess," a slight frown creased the girl's brow as she tried valiantly to process something that might actually be a thought "But isn't this better though? I mean I feel real good and ...