Indigo
“I hate him. He’s a pig and a pervert, and I want to gouge his eyes out with that little f*****g escargot fork.”
“What is it with you two and Wesley’s eyes? I don’t get it,” Henry asked.
“It doesn’t matter; how are things going? He looks interested,” Aires cut in. I picked up their empty plates to make it seem like I was simply waiting their table and not reporting back, but when I glanced over my shoulder and saw Wesley motion for me to come to him, I was ready to tap out.
“I see why no one wants to serve his table. This guy is so insanely demanding, and he’s obsessed with his d**k. Everything can be turned into a metaphor for that disgusting thing, and the s**t is making me itch.”
“Do you think you can get him to take you home with him? He won’t make it f
