93. Razor

5 women in a small, single bed hotel room and me is a bit much to deal with.
They smoke.
I smoke.
The room isn’t all that’s small.
I feel the caterpillar curl up.
For some inexplicable reason smoking I strip naked.
It gives all the girls a giggle.
They don’t tell you that in Breaking Bad, I say.
But they haven’t seen Breaking Bad.
One of the girls is eye catching.
I’m gonna rent another room, I say.
I rent it.
Tell the eye catching one my room number with non-Christian intentions.
I go to the room.
Eye-catching follows.
I wanna buy something, she says.
How much do you need?
$20.
I give it to her.
How long will you be?
5 minutes, she says. Just across the hall.
She’s wearing a stunning black dress and red high heels.
She clip clops towards the door, beautiful smile, white teeth glowing, long hair flowing.
5 minutes? I say.
I don’t wanna wait another 10 hours, like with Anna.
5 minutes.
She smiles.
Just across the hall.
She don’t come back.
I’m left alone.
Again.
All day.
Shut in a hotel room.
On my own.
And that was the first time I met Razor.
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Author: Mark Dark

Actor Teacher Writer Breaking Bad for Christ – a Novel. Actor turned Christian missionary turns his back on his Hollywood dreams to combat sex trafficking in Cambodia – and finds himself deep underground in a dangerous world of drugs, gangs and violence. Based on a true story. https://steveedwardsthoughts.wordpress.com/

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