Chapter 27 I Want To Fuck Her

• Until we turned onto 87th street. Then time flew by. I couldn't focus on any of the details of the homes that had been built wall to wall as we sped down the street.
• Had Antonio been driving this first the whole time?
• When the car stopped. My heart lurched. It felt as though my heart had stopped some where outside of my body and I moved on autopilot when Antonio opened the door for me. I was standing on the sidewalk in the cold staring up at four stories of cream painted brick and black trim. Even the front door was black.