Bitch Pad: Three
Perhaps the girl who had been raped was part of the answer. I shall call her Jasmine, as she loved perfumes and bath oils. I believed Jasmine. The…
Bitch Pad: Two
The muscled biker in boxer shorts and leather jacket, which made a sound like heavy breathing when he approached me on strong hairy legs, didn’t look…
Bitch Pad: One
I remember fear and temptation. The laundry room had been installed on the eighth floor, the halfway point between ground level and roof off which a…
