See, I knew she was going to drive me f*****g crazy, bat s**t just like she is. She'd tried to bite off my tongue last night, crazy nut. Like she hadn't enjoyed it.
I know she'd been enjoying it just fine until the f*****g guys knocked on the door; I'll be ready for her later though.
"I don't need your ass on the f*****g floor, how many mother-fuckers you want me to have to kill?"
"Oh my! The light's on but nobody's home." She shook her head like I was a lost cause or some s**t.
"Say what now."
"Nothing, nothing, just talking to myself."
"Do that a lot do ya?"
"What's it to ya, now back to business, I'm going back to the floor and you can't stop me, I have rights you know. If you're so worried about it tell your patrons to keep their filthy hands to themselves, not just me,
