Chapter 97

AGAIN, TWO CHOICES In a flash, I am again halting before this gross man. The charm he has used on this poor old lady need to be checked. And he is just here, sipping his coffee so slow without any sense of hurry. It is as if he is resting in his liqour parlor on weekend sipping some of those bitter shit just to kill the night. Or like he is lying on his comfort bed with a bitch sipping the juice from his shrunk balls. I should have know that this was his plan all along from the moment he asked for something hot. I mean, he came here with an excuse that he was hungry, and instead of ordering a plate of food, this is what he asked.