Richard

“What do you think you’re doing?” Raymond yelled. “Richard!”

Was he blind? Did he not see that I was busy fucking a whore?

“What are you doing here?” I asked. “Wait outside, Raymond. I need to take my bath.”

I dismissed him and gestured toward the girl crying in the corner of the bed. “And you,” I pointed to her, “I don’t want to see you in here again when I come out.”

I slammed the door behind me as I stepped into the bathroom. No matter what I did, I never ...