Chapter 17
They made no appearance, but Rath did. “Merle in there?” I asked.
“Nope. Down to the bathing emporium.”
“Where’s that?” I asked, taking another gut punch.
“Hupp’s, last right before the livery, couple blocks over. House on the left.”
“House?”
“You’ll see. Sarah Hupp runs it. Get a good soak for two bits.”
“Frank with Merle?”
“You bet.”
The last thing I wanted was to see Frank and Merle bathing, even though most such places were about washing and little more. I’d fooled around in one in Denver, however, and knew what it was to have a fellow’s hand work me under the water. Of course, my mind now ran crazy, picturing Frank in Merle’s tub, riding astride, dick up him.
To chase this off, I hit the nearest saloon, to hell with Frank Metty. To hell with the goddamned job as well.
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I’d no idea the time when I heard my name spoken. Then came a slap on the back and there was Frank, fresh faced and wide eyed. Just bathed or just fucked? I wondered.