stare at me made me uncomfortable. I went so far as to tell the owners I wouldn’t work with him, that I would quit, but then Josephina told me to watch him when he wasn’t looking, he was that way with everything. She was right. The man should be a cop. Doesn’t miss a damn trick. Sees every damn thing.
Since that day four years ago, he has become one of my best friends, although I wouldn’t tell him that. I enjoy giving him shit. He does the same to me.
The problem he has is his dick apparently has an aversion to sane women and condoms. I tell him all the time that he’s gonna end up dead from a disease or from one of the bitches that drag him into court for a paternity test.
He tells me he’s Catholic and doesn’t believe in using protection. I tell him abstinence and no sex before marriage, those things are also in that Bible he picks and chooses from.
Religion, yuck!
CHAPTER TWO
Wine Wednesday
I walk into the shop and Ricco is leaned back in the chair, feet on the desk, hands clasped behind his neck, looking much too relaxed. He looks up from the front desk and nods. “Afternoon, Kitty Kat.”
“Sure is,” I say as I walk past him to put my bags of wine I bought before heading to work in the employee fridge.
I set them on the table and grab some masking tape and a Sharpie from the junk drawer next to the fridge to label it.
I WILL CUT YOU IF YOU TOUCH MY SHIT! -KAT
“You just walked in and already you wanna cut someone,” he says from the doorway. He leans against it, crosses his arms and sighs. “You feeling okay?”
“Yes, I’m feeling okay. Why?” I huff as I push past him.
“Just seem a little tense even for you,” he says following me to the front.
I sit down and scroll through the computer to check out the schedule. He slaps a hand written one in front of me. “Here, should be smoother sailing today. I chewed their asses for taking in so many walk-ins last night.”
“And they listened?” I laugh.
“Yeah they did.” He points to the window. “I put the Help Wanted sign up.”
“We aren’t hiring more help,” I say spinning around in my chair nearly hitting him with my Chucks. “Marcus needs to bank money for legal fees because he can’t keep his hands to himself. Zack needs to pay for his gym membership and protein shakes. And you need to pay child support on,” I pause, “how many kids do you have now?”
“One definite, three still waiting on results,” he answers as if it’s no big damn deal.
“Four kids?! Jesus Christ!”
“Lord’s name, Kitty Kat.” He raises a judgmental eyebrow at me.
I roll my eyes. “You use every foul word out there but that and God—”
“Point taken, still don’t give a shit.” He turns around and walks away.
As his boots thud off the concrete floor I look down at the schedule. Ricco is leaving now but will be back at eight, an hour before weekday closing time.
He walks back out as I am going over inventory to see what supplies we need to order. “Why are you coming back?”
“Wine Wednesday, right?”
“Holy shit, you’re actually coming?” I laugh, I have asked him a million times and he always has an excuse.
“So are Marcus and Zack,” he says as he walks out the door. And now, it’s not so damn funny.
“Bullshit!” I yell at his back.
“It’s gonna happen.”
Aw fuck!
****
I left the shop and the boys with instructions to BYOB. I grabbed a couple pizzas and some wings. The only thing that will get me through tonight will be seeing my friends squirm when the three of them walk in.
My kind of entertainment.
I am sitting on the corner of the couch, legs crisscrossed, with a glass of Red Cat in my hand.
Stephanie and Macey are talking about their love lives. I listen intently as they talk about Macey’s dating woes and Stephanie’s wondering when her man will ask her to move in.
Stephanie is always all giggles and smiles. She’s five foot nothing, all preppy, with long curly blonde hair and big
Since that day four years ago, he has become one of my best friends, although I wouldn’t tell him that. I enjoy giving him shit. He does the same to me.
The problem he has is his dick apparently has an aversion to sane women and condoms. I tell him all the time that he’s gonna end up dead from a disease or from one of the bitches that drag him into court for a paternity test.
He tells me he’s Catholic and doesn’t believe in using protection. I tell him abstinence and no sex before marriage, those things are also in that Bible he picks and chooses from.
Religion, yuck!
CHAPTER TWO
Wine Wednesday
I walk into the shop and Ricco is leaned back in the chair, feet on the desk, hands clasped behind his neck, looking much too relaxed. He looks up from the front desk and nods. “Afternoon, Kitty Kat.”
“Sure is,” I say as I walk past him to put my bags of wine I bought before heading to work in the employee fridge.
I set them on the table and grab some masking tape and a Sharpie from the junk drawer next to the fridge to label it.
I WILL CUT YOU IF YOU TOUCH MY SHIT! -KAT
“You just walked in and already you wanna cut someone,” he says from the doorway. He leans against it, crosses his arms and sighs. “You feeling okay?”
“Yes, I’m feeling okay. Why?” I huff as I push past him.
“Just seem a little tense even for you,” he says following me to the front.
I sit down and scroll through the computer to check out the schedule. He slaps a hand written one in front of me. “Here, should be smoother sailing today. I chewed their asses for taking in so many walk-ins last night.”
“And they listened?” I laugh.
“Yeah they did.” He points to the window. “I put the Help Wanted sign up.”
“We aren’t hiring more help,” I say spinning around in my chair nearly hitting him with my Chucks. “Marcus needs to bank money for legal fees because he can’t keep his hands to himself. Zack needs to pay for his gym membership and protein shakes. And you need to pay child support on,” I pause, “how many kids do you have now?”
“One definite, three still waiting on results,” he answers as if it’s no big damn deal.
“Four kids?! Jesus Christ!”
“Lord’s name, Kitty Kat.” He raises a judgmental eyebrow at me.
I roll my eyes. “You use every foul word out there but that and God—”
“Point taken, still don’t give a shit.” He turns around and walks away.
As his boots thud off the concrete floor I look down at the schedule. Ricco is leaving now but will be back at eight, an hour before weekday closing time.
He walks back out as I am going over inventory to see what supplies we need to order. “Why are you coming back?”
“Wine Wednesday, right?”
“Holy shit, you’re actually coming?” I laugh, I have asked him a million times and he always has an excuse.
“So are Marcus and Zack,” he says as he walks out the door. And now, it’s not so damn funny.
“Bullshit!” I yell at his back.
“It’s gonna happen.”
Aw fuck!
****
I left the shop and the boys with instructions to BYOB. I grabbed a couple pizzas and some wings. The only thing that will get me through tonight will be seeing my friends squirm when the three of them walk in.
My kind of entertainment.
I am sitting on the corner of the couch, legs crisscrossed, with a glass of Red Cat in my hand.
Stephanie and Macey are talking about their love lives. I listen intently as they talk about Macey’s dating woes and Stephanie’s wondering when her man will ask her to move in.
Stephanie is always all giggles and smiles. She’s five foot nothing, all preppy, with long curly blonde hair and big
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