Bonkabitch
Goodhead led Bonkabitch to the edge of the roof.“I’m glad you fixed my shower earlier today Marko,” she said quietly. “I have something special for you. Something special for me.”“Yes ma’am,” said Bonkabitch, sipping from a glass of champagne. Not the kind of stuff he normally drank. He was a beer and shots man himself. He felt a little dizzy. The champagne must have gone to his head. Must have been a little stronger than he thought.“You look really pretty,” whispered Goodhead, taking...