Like Don Juan and he made Love to me better than I thought you could make and after we were done he held me in his arms and laughed in my face. 'Look at you. So sweet; so delicious; so innocent except you're not. Get out of here kid. I've got shit to do.' I'm not used to being the one kicked out of bed but what am I supposed to do? Cry? Beg? Ask for more? It's a job and I roll with the punches even when I want to punch back. So I jump from beneath the covers, grab my envelope which he has so insultingly left waiting for me on the banister, grab my clothes and head towards the door. 'Aren't you going to- ' Before he can say another word, I fling open the door and yell into the hallway of the hotel, 'Thanks Papi; and so generous too would you mind- uhh! Cleaning that up? Ciao.' And off I go skipping down the hallway leaving my trickling shower of gold on the floor for the bastard Don Juan to clean up. I really should grow up but... c'mon, he was baiting me. What was I supposed to do? Swallow his shit with a smile? I'm not into scat.
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