Chapter 42 A Dad's Burden

• Scrimmaging through the jungle of bodies at the Hash Express during the late evenings when the club was packed full with people; gentleman daddies and their little, always exhausted, Samir.
• The cold stinging odor of cigarette, the traveling smoke wafting through the air from the burning tobacco and cured paper was a bad mixture which made him queasy.
• The faces at the club, some strange and some familiar, were all too eager to find themselves something for the night, sure left him bored.