He’d better not shelve me in this apartment like he has done Lync and go off to spend nights in the club with some hoe. I’ll rip his goddamn throat out and cut off his dick to feed the damn dog. I bet Lync would probably enjoy a good bit of meat like that, and I would not regret doing it.

I lie and wait, expecting him to walk in at any moment and get mighty restless when he's a no-show after a full four minutes. Staring at the dark blank ceiling, straining to listen to any noise, ...