Chapter 3
Under the leering gaze with which Mendoza raked him, Ren felt dirty. He was not ashamed of his sexuality and he enjoyed the ambiguous role he sometimes chose, not quite female, though not wholly masculine either. Feeling Mendoza’s greedy, reptilian stare, his skin crawled. He already knew how the drug lord’s touch felt. It made him want to go bathe in Lysol, Clorox, and hospital soap! He told himself if Sombra had told the truth, he’d only have to endure a bit more of it. Regardless, Ren barely held his disgust at bay.
Sombra had hinted he knew how to put Mendoza quickly into a deep slumber. Ren hoped that would happen. It couldn’t happen too soon, actually. He stretched out on the ice-slick chill of the satin coverlet at Mendoza’s side and steeled himself not to flinch as the
