TorrieClarence watches me back away to the wall with amusement.
He’s wearing a dapper pinstriped suit and an unsettling smile. “Torrie, Torrie, Torrie,” he says, spreading his legs.
I don’t say anything.
His watery blue gaze is roving over me. “Missed you at the funeral.”
“Please,” I say, “Clarence, please. Let me go.”
He runs a single finger over his cheek, licks his lips. “It really is a tricky situation. I mean, Carlos told me what you’ve been up to.” He wags his finger at me. “You naughty girl.”
“Clarence please. You’ll be rid of me, I’ll leave here, I’ll do anything, anything… but this.”
Clarence runs his finger over his other cheek. “Anything, eh?”
I stare at him uncomprehendingly, not wanting to comprehend.
He unbuttons his black pants, then unzips them, and at once I under
