Chapter 4I’d never been the type to put all my eggs in one basket. That was foolish, and I wasn’t a fool. That was why I decided to make a quickish stop at Share N Care in one of the ghettos of Detroit. If I got lucky there while still having the opportunity to bang the f**k out of Miguel, even better. That would make for one hell of a detailed post for the C3. I just had a little over an hour before the church service ended, that was all. It would have to be a “no chat, just f**k” deal.
I got out of the car and trudged toward the seedy-looking building of chipped, white bricks and no obvious sign for the business. Despite there being less anxiety than usual when it came to large groups of people, since it was a bathhouse, I was still a little tense from not knowing how many men would be
