The Inner Castle
“What is it with this guy” I thought for the hundredth time. “why is he still here?”
That first day that he’d started to work for us, I‘d known that I would, at some point take him to bed. As usual it would progress through stages until on some Friday night after one too many, I would devour him. Then, for a month or so I would use him like a new bike, riding him whenever I wanted. Then when he’d had enough abuse he would leave, quit the job and move on.