Facing Their Demons

Emily drove her and Chris past the railroad tracks, the historical marker between the right part of the city and the wrong. Down MLK, a right at X ... faced with a neon flickering light that advertised a trashy strip club called Sugar's.

"Where to next?" Emily asked.

"There," Chris said, pointing out a dilapidated apartment complex just across the way. "We'll find a man there."

Emily wrinkled her nose. By finally giving into the lust always buried at the center of Chris, she'd even agreed to 'go big or go home.' But only the worst and most rank thug would be found here she thought. But that was part of the point, she supposed.

"I got us a couple of candy bars," Chris said. Emily wondered if it was irony that he had picked up King-sized bars. They sat silently, and scouted for bulls.