He hated being a lackey, which was especially galling for Femi as he had to pick up a rent boy. Minerva had provided a car, a jet black Porsche 911, and the arrangement had already been made. Femi wasn't gay, and he didn't particularly like them. He didn't mind that they were gay; he just didn't like it when they affected behavior to advertise it. So, he wasn't looking forward to this job for several reasons. Another being that he was still bruised from the beating Minerva had delivered upon him. The small amount of blood she had given him had repaired most of the damage, but he still felt uncomfortable in places.
Minerva was going to be far harder to deal with than he had anticipated, he thought as he coasted the Porsche along a four-lane highway. He'd been warned not to speed, but, well
