Hot In The Kitchen

So I have Karlo Castaneda standing in front of me. He has a stupid grin on his ugly face; that grin tells me that I am not going to like what he is going to say next. If I could have put duct tape around that smiling pawpaw, then I would have. He is enjoying this way too much for my liking...So the words that I am dreading to hear...

"You can take them to my room."

...Fuck that...

"You sure you want to put Trinity between those filthy sheets of yours?"

"Whom I put there is none of your fucking business."

...Yeah, right...

"Then I am sleeping next door."

"That is not happening; you will sleep in the back."

...Like fuck I won't...

"I am not your goddamn maid; I will sleep close to Trinity."

"Well, then you are just going to hear me fuck her."

"Ya...good luck with that one. She is not anything like the trash you hang around with."

...And I just had to say that...

"Guess Amber was trash too."