Chapter Eleven
Chapter Eleven
“Morbid attractions tend to hold addictive snares,” a tall man at the diurnal table behind Ricky said. “That’s why it’s so dangerous to flirt with anything vile. Like p*********y, for example. Or h****n. You say to yourself you’ll check it out once or twice to see what the lure is, or a friend talks you into having a taste. It becomes easier to take a third taste and then a fourth, especially for those of weak conscience. Next thing you know you are lusting after every person you see, or wanting to roast their liver.”
Laughter and objections erupted around that table. Ricky found the man speaking there captivating for some reason, and strained to keep listening to him—which had the unfortunate consequence of making him appear rude to the nocturnals at his
