A male groan of what I can only guess is pain emanates from behind the door and Wilma exits the office with me and we head back to the car. Wilma heads to her bathroom to clean up and while I’m sitting in a chair in jeans and a t shirt I start to realize there is blood on my hands. XXX We’re not five minutes down the road when Wilma decides we need to converse. Me going into the manager’s office without knocking,” She asks and I’m honestly confused. I mean you seriously fucked him up. It was good right? He’s coming aware and it’s when I let him see me that I pull my right hand back and put the lights out with a hard fist to the face. “So did that unnerve you?
