Freedom of AssociationChapter 10
Every single person in the bar stared at her. After the shrieking was over, she then feigned notice of the icy chill of water upon her skin and the ridiculous eighties tune blaring from the bar’s antiquated sound system. She saw eyes, faces, jaws that dropped, the conversation that mysteriously paused, the apologetic bartender handing her a towel, and Claude Carolina’s back as he hastily defiled from the place. As she wiped away the cold wetness from her body, she couldn’t suppress her...