E'S

. Lifting my drink to my lips, I take delight in th

ment and my brow furrows as I take a few steps t

oth

all hell after traveling across the country an

Christmas at home tormented by the memories that my ex-wife left behind. That is, afte

that, and the affair she was having with one of her suppliers

the glass to my lips. They're all whores. Each and e

, I laugh quietly to myself as I w

rget my past. Maybe I just couldn't stand putting my son through an

his two-bedroom apartment in Key West for the next two weeks

ne the bureau hasn't yet told me about, and

eseen location in a few weeks and take down what I am sure will be another crack head - just like my damn ex-wife - and hell if the v

my gut because, hell, I still haven't decided if it's best he stay wit

ong ass time, and to be honest, I am

cup in the sink. Grabbing my bag from the foyer, I head towards the only b

e my little man spread out in the

htly making sure to leave it cracked just

I let the small bathroom start to fill with steam as I ready mysel

s the steam begins to frost over the glass. My dark blue eyes

away at my once full physique, making me leaner than I intend, but still built from hitting the gym

y shoes. Taking my toothbrush, I start to brush my teeth as I hear a no

ago, and after traveling all day there is no

my pants and boxers, kicking them off around my ankles, as I pull b

start to enter the shower when I hear that

. What the hell! Turning off the shower, I grab

Totally not prepared with anything to defend myself with if I nee

oth

ht before I slowly make my way towards the kitchen. There sure as hell is someone, or h

. Sure, it could only do minimal damage, but I grab it

sed when I am met with - nothing! Fucki

th me. I could have sworn I heard something a few moments ago. Maybe t

ight shrug to the invisible intruder, I wait for another momen

tle voice shouts behind me ma