Barker“Okay, so, you all know the drill, right?” I ask, a bit cautious. I’ve never put a claim on a woman before. I’ve always been on the other side of the door—vouching for the brother inside the room who is otherwise getting the deed done.
“Yeah. I’ve done it before. I’ll sit outside. You tell me when you’re done. I trust that you know how to do the, uh, rest.” Henry smacks me in the shoulder, forgetting that I was just in a massive fistfight with some young punk. I wince in pain but say nothing of it. I gotta focus on what’s about to happen here.
“This shouldn’t take long,” I find myself saying. “I just want to get it over with.”
“Sounds like a guy eager to f**k a chick like that,” he says as he rolls his eyes and looks into the motel room.
Ainsley is sitting on the edge of the bed;
