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“Well we only got the one toilet and you gotta go behind the building to get to the door. The keys on the wall by the counter. Just return it when you’re done.”
“Thanks,” Caroline said before removing the worn-out object dangling from a filthy string. Not wanting to ask where the back door was, Caroline exited out the front making a b-line to the back of the building which reeked of week-old garage.
Once there, she was shocked by the sight of thirty-six-year-old Roy Rodriquez and Deidra Sloan openly engaged in sex. Short and stocky with a receding hair line, Roy was covered in sweat and grunting like a boar.
“You’re disgusting,” Caroline, snapped. “Get a room. Kids ride bikes in this area.”
“This whore aint worth rentin’ a room for,” he said, then grabbed his “friend” by her long dark hair and pounded her from behind while she was bent over his truck hood. The pair released grunts of animalistic pleasure.
Caroline walked off and after finding the bathroom, inserted the key and opened the door and entered. She slammed the flimsy door behind her but could not escape the noise from outside.
“Fuckin hurry up Roy. I got money ta make,” replied the heroin addict.
The bathroom reeked of urine odor. The small room contained no window but was equipped with a dirty and broken tile floor, walls riveted with holes and no toilet tissue. Caroline, shuddered.