For a long minute, I stood looking at the massive wood and iron spiked door, wondering if I should just walk in or ring a bell. Then Leon appeared out of nowhere, and the decision was made for me. He was wearing gray dress pants, red suspenders, and a wife-beater tee-shirt with no shoes or socks. A shoulder holster holding an ugly dark gun completed the look.
“Don’t f**k this up, asshole,” were his first words. It felt good to be greeted so warmly. “These people are not to be messed with, you understand? So, here are the rules. First, you don’t say a f*****g word unless it’s to politely and briefly answer a direct question. Have you got that?”
“Yes.”
“Second, you may talk to the girls, you may even touch the girls, but you are not to f**k the girls. Have you got that, or am I going too
