According to plan, I was at Fran’s apartment when Josh walked in the door. He looked like some nightmare from any respectable mother’s worst imaginings. There were several pierced earrings in his left ear and his stringy hair hung in his face so I couldn’t see his eyes. He’d taken the “leather look” to the extreme, leather pants, a leather vest, and leather boots.
Well... I have my own “leather” all picked out for him, I thought to myself.
“Why the hell are you here?” Josh glared at me as he spoke.
“I’m here as a favor to Fran and you can curb that nasty tongue of yours.”
“Oh yeah, so what the f**k you gonna do about it?” he challenged me.
“I thought perhaps we could talk about your behavior,” I suggested. At least for the moment I was hoping to rely on our once good relationship to c
