I was cashing Leroy’s paycheck a few days later, when he of the fetid, raw meat breath leaned over the counter and asked, “You gonna let me tap that ass again anytime soon?”
I almost dropped the cash in my hand as I stared at him in frank shock and disgust. “Leroy! Are you out of your mind?” Thankfully, I was alone at the desk right then, and no one else was in line. “No means no. Once was more than enough, thank you very much.”
I gave him the money, which he took with one hand, then grabbed my wrist with the other in a hard grip. “You think you’re better than me now, with your fuckin’ punk-ass photo out there for everybody to see what a b***h you really are?” I really hated that word.
I tugged against his grip, but he wouldn’t let go. “Stop it, Leroy. You’re harassing me and I can repo
