Chapter Eight
The morning after screwing Sly, Blue-eyes is in my room at the crack of dawn.
“It’s usually a good sign, the first rebellion. Without it, I get worried that my slut isn’t going to get beyond her fantasies of escape. And I hate to waste time on a slow-performer. I’d rather send her back to the shop for re-education.”
This is what I awaken to. I can hardly make out his meaning. He’s been leaning over the bed, then turns away and sits in the chair by the window.
“What do you mean?” I say groggily as I sit up. The first light of morning is starting to appear in the window, otherwise my room is still pretty dark.
“Exactly what I said.”
“Rebellion?” I remember that word.
“Stirs the soul, doesn’t? Gives you hope.”
“What do you mean?”
“Frankly, I thought you might have se
