Dirty old man Earl spotted Kelly walking down the street. He was a dark-skinned man in his fifties with a medium build, wavy black hair, a big wide nose, thick mustache, yellow teeth and a pot-belly. He slowed down in his dark green Lincoln Town car to ride alongside her.
“Hey Kelly!” Earl called out.
Kelly turned to look at the man whose voice spoke her name.
“Hi Earl”, she said in return.
“Where are you going?” He asked, looking at her through his car window.
“To the check cashier”, she said, ducking her head down to meet his cold-blooded eyes.
Earl stopped his car. “Hop in; I’ll give you a lift”. Kelly didn’t waste any time getting inside of earl’s fancy car. When she shut the door to his vehicle, he lustfully gazed down at her thick long legs. Earl had admired Kelly’s voluptuous body for years. He drooled at the sight of her big breast, curvy hips, wide thighs and big behind. Her face wasn’t too bad to him either. Kelly had a pointy nose, high cheek bones and a full set of lips.
“Them thighs on you got me as hot as an oven”, uttered Earl.
Kelly blushed. “Earl, you need to cut your shit out”.
Earl started up his car and drove slowly. As his left hand steered the wheel, his right hand gently rubbed the skin of Kelly’s knee.
“When are you gonna give me some?” He boldly asked.
Kelly removed Earl’s hand from her knee and said, “I got a man”.
Earl got indignant. He wrinkled up his big wide nose uttering, “Who Daryl? He ain’t shit!”
Kelly was for some reason offended. Even though her man often mistreated her she still found it in her heart to take up for him. “You don’t know nothing about Daryl”, she said.
“Oh no?” Earl said, derisively. “I’ve known him since he was a baby. Shit, I use to fuck his mama!”
Kelly didn’t want to hear any more of what Earl had to say. She was sorry for accepting a ride in his car. “If you don’t like my man, that’s on you”.
Earl sneered at Kelly. Keeping a close eye on the road and then glancing back at her, he uttered, “You think you’re the only woman he’s been fucking? Well let me tell you, that man of yours is a player”.
Kelly was startled and hurt by Earl’s blunt words. She felt stupid and angry both at the same time and she questioned him. “How do you know whether or not my man is cheating on me?”
“I be out here”, Earl said. “I see everything”. Kelly looked Earl straight in his cold dark brown eyes when he parked in front of the check cashier. His facial expression was made clear and she could see that he was proud of himself for attempting to break her heart. He wanted and intended to make her feel bad and, in her case it worked. Most low-life was on the same level they only had a one track mind. And since Kelly and Earl were of the same class-ignorant, immoral and worthless-they both knew how to get the best of the other. Their kind was always playing stupid games on people. Their sick mentality made them all incapable of fitting in with those people in particular that were above them. “You ain’t shit”, Kelly told Earl.
“What did you think? That I would be so devastated and retaliate on Daryl by fucking you?! Well I wouldn’t give you the satisfaction of trying to dog me out some more”.
Earl sneered at Kelly again. “You played yourself; you did it on your own by letting all of these niggers dog you. I just want to pick up the scrap to show everybody that I’ve cleaned up the garbage!”
Kelly departed from Earl’s car in a fury and slammed his car door as hard as she could in an attempt to break it. He watched her enter into the check cashier, muttering a few derogatory words to himself. Then, he pulled off, searching for other women to screw.
Kelly finished her business rather quickly. There were barely any people occupying the place. When she left out of the check cashier, her first move was to the liquor store. Earl’s negativity had worked up her nerves. Kelly purchased a quart of rum along with a half a pint of vodka. She needed a couple of drinks to prepare her for the confrontation that she was going to have with Daryl later today.