Chapter 5Brain was awakened out of a sound sleep by hearing his landlady banging on the door to his room. He blinked, the room was full of light, the clock read 6:30 P.M. He looked down in embarrassment, there was an obvious trail of dried c*m on his stomach and chest.
“Murphy, Murphy, you got sumthin’ from a messenger.”
Estelle James’ knocks made the walls shake. She not only owned and ran this boarding house, Brian suspected Estelle James and her boys owned and managed the Clinton section of Trenton.
Clinton was supposed to be one of the worst sections of Trenton. Even so, Brian found his neighbors, once they got used to him, treated him with either kindness or indifference, which was the way most people got by in this section of town. Miz James was a long-term resident. She claimed t
