Homemade Sin
““Good morning boss,” she cooed. “I need a shower, does that door lead to a bathroom?”
Roland nodded.
Dee Dee slid out of bed and Roland saw she had one of his T-shirts on and nothing else. The T-shirt came down to the small of her back and she wiggled her butt as she crossed the bedroom into the bathroom.
Roland shut his eyes tightly against the sunlight streaming through the window, groaned and rolled over. When he heard the shower running he opened one eye experimentally and saw Stinky staring back at him from the other pillow. “I gotta stop picking up strays. I have to start remembering what my mother told me when I was a kid, ‘don’t pick that up, you don’t know where it’s been.’”
Roland swung his feet out of bed, rubbed his eyes, and tried to clear the cobwebs out of his head. He remembered having dinner at the Hog’s Breath Saloon. He remembered picking up wine and cream and a bottle of brandy at the corner store on Duval Street and heading for the beach with Dee Dee.
Write Review:
User Reviews: