I managed to finish my work at the club in record time and was out the door before four-thirty in the morning. With a heavy heart, I made my way to my apartment and tried to think about my next move, no matter how tired I was.
I’d had lots of experience at the club and could find work in similar places. I also had enough money saved up to get my own place elsewhere since I’d been living in this building rent-free. I packed my one suitcase, then took a shower. I would nap, then find a motel in which to stay for a while until I made a decision.
When I awoke, it was early afternoon. I guess my nap had turned into a sleep-fest. I turned over and almost pissed myself when I saw a blurry figure sitting in the only chair in my bedroom.
I had a feeling who it was, but I grabbed my glasses to ma
