Gamble lay on his back in the dark of the filthy little motel room he and Amanda shared, staring up at the water stains dotting the ceiling. Amanda sat next to him, her knees…
“You’re gonna like these guys. Promise.”
David stomped down hard on the accelerator, his cherry red Charger lurching forward like some unholy beast breaking free of his bonds.
It’s ten years ago.
A small diner in a small town in the middle of nowhere in the middle of the night.
“Tell me a thought.”
Misty’s little girl voice in the dark. Gamble couldn’t see her but could feel her hot breath on the back of his neck as her naked body spooned his own.
Gamble stepped onto the balcony to light up a cig when he noticed two partygoers humping like drug-fueled rabbits in the dark of the midnight sky.
