Chapter 32Sally
The one horny geek I had arranged to meet in person was Martin. Founder member, Martin. The guy who had started me on the whole thing. My first pimp.
He was surprised to hear from me, and suggested I came round that evening. He was free. I suspected he was always free in the evenings. Anyway, it worked for me. I wanted it done.
The reason I wanted to speak to Martin was because with him it was different. After everything I just felt a text would be bad form. Weird, huh? My weekly rendezvous with him had become strange, but a sort of good-strange. I guess in the overall lunacy I had created, good-strange was something I almost couldn’t see. I hadn’t blown Martin in months. The first time he asked me not to (as he was opening a bottle of Barolo) he muttered that he’d beat
