Shelby owes me three hours, and I intend to collect every minute.

When women disappoint me once, they almost always do it again. And again. And again. And still? I keep going back for more. Though less than before.

Shelby owes me a lot. I want it all.

One way Shelby might make it up to me….

I carry ancient burdens.

The road back to me runs through Charlotte.

Shelby screws me over. And wants to make it up to me. Maybe.

Meditating helps. The addict’s mind in the face of pain and loss….

Poor decision-making on my part.

Shelby wants my rope.