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Authors: Sa'id Salaam
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Team meeting,” Lady reminded him.
“Oh okay,” Billy groaned. He had other plans for the day so planned to skip it.
“You wanna fuck?” Mary asked the second their mama stepped out the door and onto the porch.
“When I get in… here…” Billy said and handed her an ice cold pop.
“Thank you!” Mary smiled and turned it up. She frowned from the odd taste but sucked the bottle dry. “I think it was bad. Pick me up another one on yo’ way back.”
“Okay, Mary,” Billy said, saddened at having just poisoned his sister into aborting their baby.
****
A good round of gossip was raging in Selma’s Beauty Salon when Lady walked in. The bell above the door tinkled causing all the nosey ladies to look over to see who’d entered. Renise paused and started right back up when she noticed who it was. She was the old school equivalent of a social blogger pre social media.
She had the scoop on everyone and everything. Several of the women present were there to see her instead of getting their hair done. She and Mandy’s mother took turns talking about everyone in town that way the focus would stay off their own fucked up daughters. The women present moved their heads back and forth between the two women like they were watching a tennis match.
“Gurl, who dis young boy runnin’ round layin’ all dis pipe?” Renise threw out. It was a purely rhetorical question since she knew exactly who he was and who his mother was too. “Sellin’ it for the low!”
“I’on know, but I hear he a regular meat man! Slangin’ dick all over the Southside!” Mandy’s mama lied. She hadn’t heard anything about it but would not be one upped by her competition. The shop got completely quiet because everyone wanted to know who was selling quality dick for the low.
“I heard they call him Dollar Bill or somethin’ like that. They say he a machine! Put a few dollars in him and he go all night!” Renise sang, winding her hips in her chair.
Lady had heard enough to know who they were talking about. It all suddenly made sense, it explained all of the extra female attention, as well as all of the extra cash. She lifted her chin as far as it would go, and still allow her to be able to see, and marched out of the salon.
“What’s her problem?” Mandy’s mom asked of her hasty departure.
“That big dick lil’ boy y’all talkin’ ‘bout… oh that’s her son,” Renise cackled.
****
Lady marched all the way across town with her arms swinging like a North Korean soldier. She was so angry that she didn’t even register any of the car horns blowing offering her a ride. She was soaking wet from sweat by the time she reached Pastor Paul’s house. She began yelling for her son as she walked up the walkway.
“William Cash! You get out her this instant!” Lady demanded.
“Miss Lady! What you out there hollering about?” Mrs. Paul asked with eyes wide from both fright and embarrassment. Her eyes shot up the street and back hoping no one was out.
“I need to see my boy! Send him out right now! Billy!”
“Shush, Miss Lady! He ain’t even here. He never showed up,” the preacher’s wife confessed. Lady did a military about face and started back down the walk. “Hol’ up. Let me drive you.”
Mrs. Paul ran back inside and grabbed her purse and keys. Lady was half way down the street by the time she caught up with her. She looked at her and kept right on marching. It wasn’t until The First Lady produced a stick of reefer that Lady gave in.
“I guess I could use the ride,” Lady acquiesced. She hopped into the Caddie and took a toke. “He prob’ly at… that… pool… hall.”
“Okay, but um… two tokes and pass, Miss Lady,” First Lady said reaching for her weed. “Anyway, what’s wrong?”
“Just found out my boy been having sex for money!” Lady huffed. The pastor’s wife frowned but held her tongue knowing Lady did the same. “They say he got a big ’ne (big one) and he know how to throw it
“Oh okay,” Billy groaned. He had other plans for the day so planned to skip it.
“You wanna fuck?” Mary asked the second their mama stepped out the door and onto the porch.
“When I get in… here…” Billy said and handed her an ice cold pop.
“Thank you!” Mary smiled and turned it up. She frowned from the odd taste but sucked the bottle dry. “I think it was bad. Pick me up another one on yo’ way back.”
“Okay, Mary,” Billy said, saddened at having just poisoned his sister into aborting their baby.
****
A good round of gossip was raging in Selma’s Beauty Salon when Lady walked in. The bell above the door tinkled causing all the nosey ladies to look over to see who’d entered. Renise paused and started right back up when she noticed who it was. She was the old school equivalent of a social blogger pre social media.
She had the scoop on everyone and everything. Several of the women present were there to see her instead of getting their hair done. She and Mandy’s mother took turns talking about everyone in town that way the focus would stay off their own fucked up daughters. The women present moved their heads back and forth between the two women like they were watching a tennis match.
“Gurl, who dis young boy runnin’ round layin’ all dis pipe?” Renise threw out. It was a purely rhetorical question since she knew exactly who he was and who his mother was too. “Sellin’ it for the low!”
“I’on know, but I hear he a regular meat man! Slangin’ dick all over the Southside!” Mandy’s mama lied. She hadn’t heard anything about it but would not be one upped by her competition. The shop got completely quiet because everyone wanted to know who was selling quality dick for the low.
“I heard they call him Dollar Bill or somethin’ like that. They say he a machine! Put a few dollars in him and he go all night!” Renise sang, winding her hips in her chair.
Lady had heard enough to know who they were talking about. It all suddenly made sense, it explained all of the extra female attention, as well as all of the extra cash. She lifted her chin as far as it would go, and still allow her to be able to see, and marched out of the salon.
“What’s her problem?” Mandy’s mom asked of her hasty departure.
“That big dick lil’ boy y’all talkin’ ‘bout… oh that’s her son,” Renise cackled.
****
Lady marched all the way across town with her arms swinging like a North Korean soldier. She was so angry that she didn’t even register any of the car horns blowing offering her a ride. She was soaking wet from sweat by the time she reached Pastor Paul’s house. She began yelling for her son as she walked up the walkway.
“William Cash! You get out her this instant!” Lady demanded.
“Miss Lady! What you out there hollering about?” Mrs. Paul asked with eyes wide from both fright and embarrassment. Her eyes shot up the street and back hoping no one was out.
“I need to see my boy! Send him out right now! Billy!”
“Shush, Miss Lady! He ain’t even here. He never showed up,” the preacher’s wife confessed. Lady did a military about face and started back down the walk. “Hol’ up. Let me drive you.”
Mrs. Paul ran back inside and grabbed her purse and keys. Lady was half way down the street by the time she caught up with her. She looked at her and kept right on marching. It wasn’t until The First Lady produced a stick of reefer that Lady gave in.
“I guess I could use the ride,” Lady acquiesced. She hopped into the Caddie and took a toke. “He prob’ly at… that… pool… hall.”
“Okay, but um… two tokes and pass, Miss Lady,” First Lady said reaching for her weed. “Anyway, what’s wrong?”
“Just found out my boy been having sex for money!” Lady huffed. The pastor’s wife frowned but held her tongue knowing Lady did the same. “They say he got a big ’ne (big one) and he know how to throw it
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