Whore House

"This time", he said, "We won't scrape it", adding, "We'll cut it".

"We?", I replied.

As usual, he ignored me.

As he did so I screamed and shouted "FUCK!".

"Sorry", he said, adding, "Mind your language. You're not in a whorehouse now, son".

Next he said, "Can't you relax a bit, you're bleeding too much".

I told him it was rather uncomfortable.

"Good", he mused, adding "Just relax, and you'll bleed less. Good boy".

It only took about ten minutes but it felt like an hour. As I left I said goodbye to the women in the waiting room. They ignored me. Too busy watching tv. I looked up at the screen and wondered if mine eyes were deceiving me. They'd only put the bloody racing back on!