CHAPTER TWENTY
“Ooh,” Karen squealed through the walls, forcing Osana awake.
“Please, God.” Osana turned over in bed, covering her head with the pillow. “Not now. I gotta work tomorrow.”
“Oh, Karen,” Max shouted, followed by thunderous pounding of the headboard. “Karen. Yes!”
“Fuck.” Osana punched the pillow. “I gotta sleep,” she shouted, sitting straight.
“Max,” Karen screeched. “I can’t take it! Ah!”
“Damn him.” Osana turned on the television.
“Max!”
“Karen!”
“Oh, Max!”
“Son of a...” Osana chewed the end of the remote.
“Osana?” Leslie stuck her head in the doorway.
“Come in.” Osana sunk into the pillows.
“Can you believe this?” She rushed inside. “He’s f*****g like this every damn night.”
“I can’t take this.” Osana rubbed her temples. “I haven’t gotten an entire night’s sle
