Chapter Five
Glitch
I knew I was moving headlong toward disaster, but with so many happy nights spent with Patrick and our kinky s****l activities, I’d done a pretty good job of pushing those disastrous thoughts from my mind. Surely some sort of job would materialize and my finances would be solvent again. That was my constant mantra.
On Monday morning, three months after Patrick and I first met in person there was a letter in the mail, the official kind and not good news.
The practical part of me had already made a few plans, a few queries of the building manager.
I called Jack as soon as I read the bank’s cold and impersonal verdict. My request for an extension had been denied and I needed to move now.
“You know the one bedroom on the second floor you mentioned to me two weeks ago?
