Chapter Four
Journal Entry
It’s late, long past midnight. Neither Ann nor I are able to sleep. She’s lying in our bed wide awake staring at the ceiling. We tried to comfort each other, but failed. I guess each of us is caught up in our own thoughts. We should have been prepared for what was said and what happened at the meeting with Watts this evening. It was all there in the damn contracts. I guess we refused to acknowledge it and went there hoping the things we agreed to in the contracts might be negotiable. Seeing that huge fat black bastard slide his hand up Ann’s leg and squeeze her bare ass was almost more than I could take. And making her suck the finger he had pushed up inside her was worse. In spite of the revulsion and anger, my c**k had become harder than I ever remember it be
