When Beth got off work the next afternoon she got in her car and checked her phone, hoping to find a call or text from Sadist, but there was nothing. She let out a heavy sigh.
It had been a rough day, three screaming kids and one client with a head full of lice so bad Beth still itched just thinking about it, even though she’d had to turn them away and Beth hadn’t had more than a few minutes interaction. She couldn’t wait to get home and take a long, hot shower but she’d been hoping to find a message or a missed call. She made her way home, Sadist still on her mind. Had something happened to keep him from calling? She’d messaged him that morning and had hoped for a response by now.
The over examining things was getting her nowhere and would only drive her crazy, so Beth pushed him out of
