Chapter Ten
Lena’s head came ‘round. “Are you crazy or something? You want me to show you my... my...”
Mickey met Lena’s resistance head on. “Do you realize how serious this is? Your bum’s little and we both know how Jocko’s built. If he’s torn the membrane it could mean a helicopter ride for you; back to the mainland and a stay in a hospital bed. How would your Roger feel about that?”
Lena slumped. Shacking-up for months at a time in the company of marginal characters on isolated oil rigs had been a bone of contention in her marriage. Her husband, Roger, didn’t like it and had been quick to vocalize his opinion of her. And now, lying on the bed with her eyes clenched and her bottom still on fire, she could easily conjure up an image of Roger sadly shaking his head as he served her with
