Ray POV
"Tsk, you're only twenty-four, and have no girlfriend? What are you doing?"
"Sir… you are thirty-four and have no girlfriend either..."
I was astonished when Troy fired back at me. I opened my mouth, wanting to refute his statement, but then realized that I couldn't, because it was true that I had no girlfriend.
Of course, getting one was as simple as flipping my hand. But what was the point of touching, kissing, and sleeping with a woman that I saw as nothing but a mannequin?
I never understood my father and grandfather's obsession with sleeping with as many women as possible. What was the point? Did those women somehow taste better after the tenth? Hundredth?
Was I the only one in the Gatlin family who generally saw everyone—men and women—as a bunch of functional robots?
