“Getting nailed in the balls is between a seven and ten, depending on how hard and the amount of nut crunch involved.”
“A girl in high school punched me in the T I T S and it hurt more than the crotch shot.”
Pax frowns. “Why did a chick nail your tits? Jealous of you?”
“No, she was stacked,” Bebe says, taking a sip of soda. “She thought I was sleeping with her boyfriend.”
“Were you?”
“No.”
“Sorry, but your lies aren’t believable,” Pax says quickly. “You fucked him.”
Bebe rolls her eyes and looks at me. I can only shrug then feel up Ford under the table.
“I believe you,” I say. “About the cheating and the boob shot. My brother elbowed me in the boob on accident and I whined for twenty minutes. Maybe longer. Left a bruise too.”
“Titty bruise,” Pax says, nudging Ford who glares at him. “Damn, someone needs to get laid.”
I pat Ford’s hand. “Oh, don’t worry. The night is still very young.”
Grinning, Ford focuses on me in a way that has nothing to do with fucking. Under his gaze, I’m alive like I’ve never been before. Heart racing, I shiver even as my body flushes with heat. My mind isn’t here in the restaurant, but with Ford in his room. Nipples hard against the silkiness of my bra, I feel him inside me. He owns me now.
Ford smiles, knowing my body craves him. I only wonder if he knows how my heart needs him too.
46
Shay
Queens of Duh and Huh
After picking up Bebe from work, we head to the grocery store. She smiles so much now that she and Lula live at the house. Darby dotes on the little girl. In fact, Lula didn’t come with me, just so she could finish a game of Chutes and Ladders with her favorite “aunt.”
“Darby isn’t old enough to be my mom, but she makes me feel like I’m protected,” Bebe says as we grab a loaf of bread. “You know, like a mom would.”
“If I’d grown up with a mom like Darby, I don’t know how I would have turned out. Probably a lot smarter.”
“You think you’re dumb? I sometimes forget how to spell my full name.”
When I don’t believe her, Bebe continues, “No one calls me Babette ever. I never use the D A M N name. When I have to fill out paperwork, I sometimes F U C K up my name. That’s why I’m the Queen of Duh.”
Laughing at her expression, I decide to share an embarrassing tidbit about me.
“As a teenager, I worked in a little crap store. On my first day, the manager called me Kay and I didn’t correct him. I worked there for six months with people calling me Kay. I even had a fucking nametag that said Kay, but I never said anything.”
“Well after a week or two, can you really speak up? You kinda have to roll with it, don’t you, Kay?”
“You have a point, Babette,” I say, laughing
“Well if I’m the Queen of Duh, you shall be the Queen of Huh.”
Laughing, we grab a gallon of milk, TV dinners, a bag of Skittles, and a few other essentials. As we’re checking out, I look at her debit card and laugh again.
“I wouldn’t know how to spell it,” I say, faking sympathy.
“Yeah, if only it was three letters long like your name.”
She gives me a wink and I bump her with my hip. “Babette is a sexy name.”
“It’s French. My mom was Manon. My sister was Sabine. My grandmother was Elise. French names are sexy on whores.” When the clerk frowns, Bebe shrugs. “Whores are people too.”
I don’t know what the clerk thinks, but she keeps her mouth shut and checks us out. After Bebe pays for her groceries, I get mine bagged. We put it all in one cart then head into the darkening evening.
Bebe snaps her gum then frowns at me. “Snapping gum might be the most obvious sign of F U C K I N G redneck ancestry there is. I should probably stop.”
“Or don’t. The world won’t end if you keep snapping it.”
“It’s one of those things I like to do, but I want to smack someone when they F U C K I N G do it. One day, someone will kick my A S S like I want to kick someone else’s. Did that make sense?”
Pushing the cart towards Darby’s PT Cruiser, I smile at Bebe enjoying the last few chomps on her gum. When I look back in front of us, I’m startled to find Creepy Spencer.
Wearing a hoodie over his stringy black hair, he looks like a college stoner. I have only a moment to react to the sight of him before he grabs for me. I don’t move quick enough and he yanks me against him by my hair.
Creepy Spencer smiles. “Bitch, did you think you could play with me?”
“Let her go of her, you F U…cker!” Bebe yells, slamming him with the cart.
Creepy Spencer pulls a switchblade from his pocket and waves it at Bebe. “Go away and I only cut her.”
Seeing the blade makes everything very real very fast. My gaze meets Bebe’s and she knows we’re in trouble.
With no time to plan, I reach back to grab for his balls. Creepy Spencer quickly tilts his hips to avoid getting neutered. Bebe rams him with the cart once then a second time. I struggle wildly and scream cuss words. Why not? It worked before.