graphix: spwilcen
NSFW: Language, sex
Commerce
Damn! My head! What’d I do, kiss a freight train? What is this cramped hellhole? Unh. It’s coming back…
Tequila shots. Lost count. The hooker at the end of the bar started looking pre-ty good. It was late. We chatted. That’s about all I remember…
The sun coming through that window is worse than the freight train. Geeze!
Standing in the open door, she snickered. “Good morning and goodbye, little man.”
“Unh. Yeah.” I remember now. “We agreed on a hundred bucks.”
“We did.”
“What’s the twenty and ten on the nightstand?”
Her snicker became a throaty laugh. “Refund.”
© spwilcen 2020
TheProse 5/22/2020, spwilcenwrites 10/3/2022
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