Dorian Solomon

or at least to go out the back door with me. I hadn’t been sure how I was going to manage that, but now I was pretty sure that I was dealing with a weak bully... a very weak bully. If he had grown up under different circumstances, he might have ended up as a clerk in a government office somewhere– like a driver’s license bureau– being an ass to the people who came in and using what little power he had to show everyone how important he was. Instead, he grew up under the tutelage of his psychotic brothers and had become a weak bully who ran a run-down strip club and did sadistic things to powerless people, not because he enjoyed them, but because he thought it showed that he was strong. In some ways, I