Richard.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Raymond yells. “Richard.”

Is he blind? Does he not see that I’m busy fucking a whore?

“What are you doing here?” I ask. “Wait outside, Raymond. I need to take my bath.”

I dismiss him and gesture towards the girl crying in the corner of the bed. “And you,” I point to her, “I don’t want to see you in here again when I come out.”

I slam the door behind me as I step into the bathroom. No matter what I do, I never seem to be satisfied. There’s always a sense of something missing within me. I lean against the sink,...