After the sexy hallucination in Vice’s apartment, I head right back to Lucky Ladies. To fight unwanted visions, I need some comfort and familiarity.
Lucky Ladies is the best I’ll get.
Once back, I head straight for my room and crash on the cot. To keep Otto scarce, I use what I call my nuclear option. In other words, I leave a tampon box on the floor outside my door.
nuclear option.Sure enough, Otto stays away.
I order Chinese food and surf the web. There are no visions of hot encounters with unattainable Scotsmen. This is a good thing.
There’s some not-so-good stuff, too. I c***k out multiple notebooks and scribble page after page about my current dilemma. Most of the sheets end up listing the same facts: Vice knows who I am, my cover is blown, and there’s nothing I can do about it.
