“I’m sorry sir. Is there a point to this?” Calvin asked.
The burly Caucasian man with the Santa Claus white beard looked sympathetically at Calvin. “Son, the V.A. really helped me to deal with my demons, and based on what you were saying in your sleep, you’ve got a legion of them chasing you in the night as well.
You’ve probably done and saw some horrible shit in theater, but you can come back from this if you seek help, I’m living proof of that.”
Calvin looked at the meter and saw that it registered $67.83, he reached in his pocket and handed the stunned driver a hundred dollar bill and exited the cab; indicating that he didn’t want nor need his advice.
“Keep the change.” Calvin said as he turned and walked toward his house.
The cab driver looked at him and shook his head in pity, “poor bastard. He’ll probably put a pistol in his mouth and squeeze the trigger within the next six months.”
Chapter six The next day and night
Calvin opted to take the bus after he got off in order to avoid anymore “advice” from a well meaning cabbie. He knew that it meant that he’d be forced to wait until 6:30am, but he decided that it would be better than more judgement and advice coming from a taxi driver.
After some of the gamblers came into the store to play the slots, he felt comfortable to leave his relief alone at the mini mart. He settled down into the covered bus stop, set the alarm for 6:25am on the phone that Dennis had given him and hunkered down for a few hours of shuteye until the city awakened from its nightly slumber.
If only he could be so lucky…
Tiffany had entertained her last client of the night. He came, he cried, she shooed him away. Cognitive dissonance was her new best friend as she held conflicting thoughts in her head.
On one hand, she held the thoughts of the blond haired Adonis that was “Chet”. At this moment she realized that she didn’t even know his last name. She wanted desperately for him to free her from this “prison” of sex for money that she was in and take her to Bora Bora or the Maldives, or some other overpriced get away for the rich and famous.
But why oh why, was this gas station attendant… this black gas station attendant, invading her thoughts?
Why was she even thinking about him? He was the epitome of everything she hated about the men that shared a race with her. So why couldn’t she stop thinking about him?
Even better, she wondered was he thinking about her?
Suddenly she walks over to her front window to take a peek outside and sees something so unnerving that she decides to make a call that she normally never would have made at such a late hour.
“Hello?” A very sleepy Tony Lino said as he responded to his cell phone.
“Can you send someone? There’s a strange guy sitting outside my apartment.” Tiffany said to Tony Lino.
Tony Lino finds himself in a bit of shock. Tiffany knows that there are designated times that she can reach out to him.
Unless there is an emergency.
“It’s Tiffany, Tony. I’m scared.”
Wait…did she really just call me at home, in bed with my wife to let me know that she had a bad dream? And that some random guy outside is on par with a stalker.
“I know who it is Tiffany.” He said to her.
“Tiffany?” An equally groggy Rosa Lino said as she arose from her own slumber.
“Go back to sleep dear.” Tony said to his wife. “Look Tiff, exactly where is this guy? And what exactly is he doing?”
“I can only see the back of his head. He’s a black guy.”
“Jesus fucking Christ Tiffany! I didn’t ask you about his racial makeup. What the fuck is he doing?”
“He’s…he’s sitting at the bus stop.”
“And how did you rule out the idea that he’s waiting for a bus?”
“I have a bad feeling about him. Is there anyone you can send?”
“Go back to sleep Tiff. I’ll take care of it.” He told her and clicked off the line.
“Tiff?” Rosa Lino said with dripping sarcasm and contempt.
“I run a strip club Rosa. I mean, what do you want from me here?”
“A strip club that my father started.”
“That he turned over to me when we got married.”
“You gonna talk to me about what happened to Benny?”
He looked at her quizzically. “Why would I discuss business with you? This is your father’s fault. He broke a cardinal rule by discussing business at the dinner table both with and in front of you.
The less you know the better.”
“Sure, and I’ll tell the FBI all about that when you’re laying on your stomach in a pool of your own blood with a gaping hole in the back of your thick and stubborn skull!”
“Why don’t you worry less about my business and more about why can’t we fucking conceive? How much have we paid this fucking fertility doctor?
Fucking, Dr.Quack Quack, if you ask me.”
Tony knew that the problem wasn’t with him and Tiffany had four abortions under her belt to prove it. That was until he made her get an implant.
” I know you blame me. Rosa said to her husband. “You insensitive cocksucker.”
Tony forces himself to calm down. Despite his feelings for Tiffany; he really did love Rosa. He resented his father for a long time for forcing him into a marriage that he didn’t originally want. But he came to appreciate the shapely Italian raven trussed beauty. She reminded him of a young Paula Abdul. She would have made a perfect goomar if she wasn’t already his wife.
She angrily turned her back to him. And as she did so, her slip rode up her back revealing her panty free bottom. The way it was done was so unintentional until it had the unintended effect of arousing Tony into a rigid erection.
He began to probe around her moist pussy lips with his steely cock, when she realized what he was doing she said “Anthony”, in her pouty “I’m pissed at you so why are you trying to fuck me” voice.
“Shh Rosa. Nothing beats a failure but a try.” He tells of her as he slowly uploaded himself into her. “My god woman! Why are you always so fucking tight?” He asked as her pussy had him close to losing it before the first bell even sounded on their bout.
“Hmmph. Why are YOU so fucking big?” She countered as she positioned her body to better accommodate her husbands larger than life dick.
As he pumped forward, she pushed backward. Their thrusts in perfect sync. They didn’t fuck like husband and wife. They didn’t even fuck as if they were particularly fond of each other. The two of them almost seemed to be fighting a Cold War with the Lino bunch on one side and the Dellasondro’s on the other.
The loser being the first one to cum…
“Fuck me tough guy! Big bad mafioso! Take this pussy! Work it!”
“Fucking cheating cunt!” Tony bellowed. “You don’t fucking play fair!”
And with that, he unleashed inside of his wife all of his daily pent up frustrations, fears, and any other unpleasantries that his mind could conjure up.
“If that don’t get you knocked up then nothing will!” He declares as he now flaccid cock slipped from between Rosa’s legs.
“How very romantic of you.” She said to him in her now familiar sarcastic tone. “It’s a good thing you don’t speak and act like a cheap mafia hood.”
“You knew what I was when you married me Rosa. I’m the furthest thing away from a refined gentleman.”