“Thanks.” He said, one day. “You didn’t sleep much, last week.”
I growled, grabbing toast on my way out. XXX My co-workers didn’t notice I was late. You’re making me look bad.” She was the office assistant I had been hired to support. We could only afford raw vegetables and whatever burger was cheapest. Something had to give, besides my free will. “Good barbecue takes time.”
“He’s going to cook it fresh?”
“Hell no. “Yeah.” He grunted getting up and pulling a handful of bills and change from his pocket. Yeah, we were making it, like robots earning just enough juice for their batteries. Terry must have known. Not tonight. Half way through his orgasm, his grip relaxed and he groaned, easing back the inches blocking my airway. “Privileged, white cunt.” Is what they stabbed into my thoughts. I broke into tears along the way.
