She constantly picked her nose and scratched her erogenous zones. Parnell remembers the night he and Bill first encountered Renee. After talking to her, Parnell looked at Bill and asked, "God, Bill, did you see how she kept picking her nose?"
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Looking straight ahead, as if to summon a reserve of dignity to disguise how completely disgusted he was, Bill replied regally, "Yes. I wondered what her interest was in that."
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One evening, Mike, Parnell and Bill were in Parnell's big, extended cab pickup truck. Parnell and Bill sat on the front bucket seats; Mike sat on one of the small back "jump" seats. On the console between the bucket seat lay the huge, powerful arsenal The Boys carried with them just in case they sighted McDuff and a gunfight erupted. As Parnell turned on to the Cut, Renee and a couple of other girls came running out from behind trees and shrubs lining empty lots. "Hey-Parnell-what's-going on?-Parnell-Parnell-did-you-see-him?" Renee asked.
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"No, Renee. Have you heard anything?" asked Parnell.
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Renee then looked across the front seat and saw Bill seated on the passenger side.
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"Bill-Bill-I-wanna-talk-to-Bill! I-wanna-talk-to-Bill! Let-me-get-in-the-truck!"
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"No, Renee, no! We got too many guns in here," pleaded Parnell.
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As Renee raced around the front of the truck, Bill's head made a 180-degree turn that ended when she reached his side. He straightened up in horror when she opened the door, which illuminated the dome light inside of the truck.
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"Renee, what are you doing?" asked a panicked Bill.
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"Renee! Stop it!" pleaded Bill as she jumped into the truck and on to Bill's lap.
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"Renee, get off of me!" shouted Bill as Parnell threw his arms over the guns to protect them. Seated directly behind Bill, Mike jerked backwards and started laughing.
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"Renee, stop it! What's in that bag?" Bill continued.
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With her right hand, Renee clutched a small, thin, plastic bag. During her efforts to get on Bill's lap, the bag tore, spilling its contents
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