Chapter Twenty-three
The ‘west side operation’ was not as seedy as I expected. It was worse.
Garish neon signs flashed, indicating the availability of ‘girls’... ‘naked and moving’ suggested another. In faded red, the words ‘non-stop action’ were painted on a board hastily nailed over an old, more permanent sign. I felt dirty just standing and reading all the suggestive advertising.
It was a peep show.
The ‘interview’ with Ernie went as expected. He was amused when I stripped without request as he read the note from the fat, the bald and the perverted. He likewise squeezed a n****e but did so while standing to my side. He did not appear surprised by the resulting stream of breast milk, which shot across the room. The fat, the bald, and the perverted had evidently called ahead to appri
