Chapter 9

Ben took them through the room where Rocky had spent his first hours to a small nook just large enough for a king-sized bed. “This is where I sleep when I’m too pissed to go home,” he explained. Rocky didn’t ask him if he was the owner of the club, or even the manager, but assumed that Ben was either one or the other.

“Use the toilet it there,” said Ben, nodding to a door on Rocky’s left. “Have a shit, a piss and a drink. No shower.”

“Thank you, sir,” said Rocky before disappearing into the tiny en suite bathroom do all three.

When he returned Ben removed his big boots, his socks and his leather pants and threw them into a small space in a corner at the foot of the bed. He then lay down.

“Are you coming?” he said.

Rocky nodded and crawled along the mattress until he was parallel to Ben.

“What are you doing?” asked Ben.

Rocky looked at him blankly. “Sir, I thought you said I could sleep with you tonight.”