By Joshua Ryan
Chapter 15: Would You Recommend Our Accommodations to Others?
Actually, I was wondering if this was gonna turn out to be another P and D thing, which probably was just my confusing how hot I thought I was in my first suit of browns with what those dudes must’ve had in mind when they were doin the stuff about bossing and killing and laying out the rules for the uppity new slap. But I didn’t get a chance to find out. The back door opened and immediately the room was filled with the body of a huge black man in a slappie suit.
“You finish with thee newbie,” he said, and it was more like an announcement than a question.
“Yeh boss,” Jojo said, and for once there wasn’t that little bit of sarcasm in his voice. “Jus finish.”
“OK, I take em now,” the black man said. “Cmere boy.”
I was the boy. I came, and without saying anything else he walked out the door with me trailing behind. “I’m Churchill,” he informed me. “I’m thee barn boss.”
While I was trying to cool off mentally, Adin went to the kitchen and came back with the water bottle refilled. He tipped it up for me and I guzzle a bunch. I had been sweating like crazy. I looked over and saw that my sofa cushions would be going to the cleaners soon. It was a small price to pay for the experience I was having. I wanted to talk with Adin about the drug experience itself, but first I had to pee. I told Adin this, hoping he might let me out of the straitjacket, but he just said, “Down the hall to the left,” so I squared my shoulders and embarked on a rite of passage of sorts.