Chapter 63

Rose placed her lipstick away, found a thin Maybelline mascara brush, which she started using. “Think of it this way, honey. He’s tender and young, and he’ll repair easily if you shove your big dick inside him. You can give him the world if he lets you. I can’t see any harm done if you start fucking him. Whether you have to give him a drink or two to get it started, then so be it. I’m not telling you to get him shit-faced drunk and rape him. I’m just saying a drink might help loosen him up, and loosen you up. No one wants to be prickly, of course.”

“I think I should have shot you last night, Rose. You’re very raw today. Besides, the pool boy is hardly interested in me. He wants nothing to do with me.”

“Why do you think that?”

“I just do.”

“I think you’re wrong, sweetie. You have enough money and spin to get what you want from him.” She pulled at an eyelash with the long and thin brush in her right hand, sighed. “You exhaust me. Stop being such a queen. You know I hate that.”