Chapter 22

“Guess you’ll have to take it off now, huh?”

Leo winced as he heard the scraps of the mashed fruit fall to the floor.

“What the fuck are you doing?” he asked, his voice coming in short, shocked gasps.

“Loosening you the fuck up. Technique is done for the day, now take your fucking clothes off and sit in your chair like a good schoolboy. I’m taking over your lessons tonight.” Dock pushed an old woven basket off a nearby chair. It must have held his bounty of tomatoes because Leo watched as an errant fruit rolled past him. Dock pressed him down on the chair so Leo had to steady himself to avoid falling down on it.