I’ve always been an ass man. It’s a weakness, even. A pair of pretty eyes and a fat ass can get a woman anywhere with me. It’s as I’m staring at that ass, my mind trailing off to places it absolutely should not be, when the bat falls from my grip. It clangs on the linoleum tile, the hollow metal making a sound that finally cuts through her horrific singing and the music and the mixer and my own inappropriate thoughts. She jumps and turns. And then she screams.
