Hourly rates, no questions asked, probably enough coke residue on every solid surface in the room to get you high – these were the things in their brochure.Slick moved through the room wondering if he would have been better off spending the night in the cell they’d reserved for him. He felt bad his new roommate got stood up, felt bad, too, he didn’t have a chance to make his mark by looking that roommate square in the eye when he came at him with his erection leading the way, looking to pop the new guy’s cherry. Slick would stare him down, grab hold of that dick and yank hard. Not like jerk-off hard. Not pleased-to-meet you hard. Pulling the head off a chicken hard. Popping that sonofabitch off and seeing the same spray of warm blood as he did in his youth watching Grandma dispatch a chicken for dinner. Lot of people used an axe, but Grandma always said, “God made them heads to pop off so damn easy, why dirty up a perfectly good axe blade with it? Makes ‘em go dull. Save that for the hogs.
