“I have no idea. But don’t worry; he won’t be there.”
My apartment would have worked just fine with me. Maybe this was some symbolic gesture, or Garrison’s twisted sense of humor. Any particular meaning escaped me, although by that time I couldn’t care less. I wasn’t even sure I wanted to f**k him anymore. The raging s****l desire seemed to quit me sometime during the moments after I was released, put on my clothes, and then retreated down that bleak stairwell.
Numb best describes my state of being when Garrison helped me onto the city bus and we roared off in the direction of my Daddy’s downtown penthouse. Another of many new worlds greeted me, as we walked toward the back of the bus and I stared at each passenger we passed by. Most gazed at me briefly then averted their eyes. No one s
