Chapter 23: Cut The Crap

• Buck Wagner was a typical playboy with a nouveau riche dad. He was good for nothing, an expert in seeking fun. Eating, drinking, gambling, and whoring were his professional skills and expertise.
• This evening, he was lying in a round massage tub and smoking a cigar with his eyes narrowed. He lifted his hand to touch just above the forehead. There was a scar hidden below his hair, about two inches long. He had five stitches from that injury. When he thought of that time, his face blushed with fury, and his lower body was caught by desire at the same time. What a bitch!
• Buck reached his hand for his cordless phone. “How is it going? Uh, be quick. Don’t waste time. Don’t get me in trouble.” He said on the phone.