It's hard being tough.

Karl Mendoza had only brought his pothead friends along as he needed there muscle.

It was hard being a hard drug dealer in a female body especially a young and sexy one.

He was having to start his little empire up all over again as in the aftermath of the great shift a lot of things got fucked up whilst he was not there to defend it.

He felt it was prudent to make sure he always had a little bit of protection with him at all times as nobody seem to take his threats and intimidation seriously anymore..

But at the moment he was getting pissed off with them messing around whilst he did all the work.

He struggled with a bag of fertilizer which almost pulled him into the boot of his car.

He shouted at his two friends can you guys stop fucking about & give me a hand here.

With no idea he was the main distraction especially in that short skirt with no knickers on which was keeping his mates entertained.