It seemed absolutely incredible to Jeff Reid that anyone would pay him eighty-five dollars to photograph them as they served tennis balls, but Reid told Rock that the money just kept rolling in.
It rolled in until someone noticed that Reid's pictures were out of focus and not of anyone hitting anything at all like tennis balls.
Rock investigated long enough to see that the underpinnings of Reid's attempts were caught in some sort of suction. It was impossible to get off the floor. Rock was suddenly bound by polyester straps weaved in such a way that he had no chance to overcome their tensile strength, and he needed to use the bathroom.
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