CHAPTER SIXTEEN
“Oh, Max!” a woman shrieked upstairs, followed by the rapid banging of the headboard. “Max, yes!”
“Jesus.” Osana lay in her bed, smashing the pillow over her face.
“Natalie, yes,” Max yelled. “Don’t stop.”
“Oh f**k me, Max!”
“Damn him.” Osana threw the pillow aside.
“Yes, Max,” Natalie shrieked and whined among the high-pitched squeaking of the bed. “Yes! f**k me. Harder!”
“Son of a bitch.” Osana got her water jug from the side of her bed and threw it at her door. “Shut up!”
Natalie wailed, “Oh...oh...oh!”
“I don’t believe this.” Osana left the bedroom as Leslie came off the elevator at the end of the hall.
“Oh,” Natalie screamed. “Max.”
“Natalie, oh!”
“This is ridiculous.” Leslie straightened her head rag, grumbling. “They’ve been f*****g for hours. I could hea
