38
Ireland
The smoke was so dense it clouded the air. Johansen grimaced as he cut through it. The smell was unbearable, as if his brother were already dead and decaying.
He marched into the room and threw open the curtains.
“What the f**k, Johansen?”
“I see you are…well.” But all that Johansen could see was a monster being ridden by a teenager who was clearly high, because she didn’t even look his way. “Finish this, for God’s sake.”
“You should have waited, if it bothers you so.” With his hands on the young woman’s hips, Andrew sped up her tempo. “Quicker, my pet. I have things to do.”
Johansen turned to the window, disgusted, restraining the urge to cover his ears, as their moans and grunts seemed to last forever. He looked back only after the woman thanked his brother for letting
