Chapter 12: Fuck

"How are you, Rori?" Mark said, smiling. He was wearing heavy white linen trousers and a navy blue blazer. He had a hat pulled low over one eye.

"What are you doing here?" Rori retorted.

"Just looking for booze and women," he said, still laughing and stopping to kiss the woman he was with from time to time.

"I came to look for you. Heard you were not around. Where have you been, Mark?"

Mark turned to woman he was with who was named Samantha. She gave him a wink. "I already told you, little cat. Just looking for booze and women."

"You have a wife who is at home, waiting patiently for your arrival."

"She can wait for as long as she want. Who gives a fuck? I don't! Even the so-called man sitting above the clouds doesn't give a fuck. Or do you give a fuck, Samantha?"

"I don't give a fuck about no one," Samantha replied.

"Exactly what I am trying to make this young lady understand. No one actually gives a fuck about the woman who is waiting in my