I finally pull my pants up and secure my belt. When I turn away from the grimy toilet, I slam my fist through the wall by the door. I need the pain. One f*****g day as president and this is what I get. A hand job, a pissed off Latina woman, and an ex-junky who needs a lesson in keeping her f*****g trap shut.
I leave the bedroom and find Skull standing in the hallway with his arms crossed. He glares at me and shakes his head. Yeah, he knows exactly what I was doing. f**k, I'm a sicko. I brush past him and enter the small room. Sofia's fury greets me. I stop a foot away from her and move the wild hair covering her face behind her ears so she can clearly see what's about to happen. Her glare burns brighter, and I'm surprised I don't combust on the spot. s**t, my d**k is already hardening aga
