about with the spoiled rotten son, he
was a genius when it came to money and
real estate. I learned so much from him
about the markets, when to buy, when to
sell, that sort of stuff, but the minute I’d
show him these.” Taking her covered
breasts in both hands, making sure not to
get any icing on either one, she bounced
them slightly; drawing stares from some of
the locals seated a few tables over. “He’d
turn into a babbling fool, unable to make a
coherent sentence until he’d gotten his
rocks off, pardon my French.”
Bev was enjoying having someone
she could spout off too. Her favorite
subject as of late was the abuse she’d
received at the hands of men in general but
more specifically from the son of her
dearly departed.
“Did I tell you the latest? Did I?”
she asked, not waiting for a reply she
pressed on. “Well, I’ll tell you what
darlin’, that little son of a bitch is still
screwing with me even after the courts
awarded me my fair share. My stepson,
some kind of aid to a high falootin’
congressmen up there in Washington, has
got it in his head that I’m just gonna roll
over and let him push me around and give
up my millions,” she continued in her over
the top Southern accent. “That pompous
piece of shit really gets me going. First it
was momma this and momma that, now
that some money is involved he treats me
like a two bit whore that was screwing his
daddy just for his money. I’ll show that
little pipsqueak what this mommas got in
store for him,” she said rather loudly,
drawing more looks and quiet whispers
from customers throughout the shop.
Blanche nodded when she felt it
was appropriate and tried to act
understanding, but wasn’t it her that was
the victim this morning and not Bev? It
was sweet that she was trying to take her
mind off the skaters but she was kind of
ranting and Blanche was not enjoying the
additional attention.
“So tell me about the job the
oldest one has, he really works for a
congressman,
a
US
Congressman?”
Blanche politely asked.
“Yeah, little kiss ass that he is,
worked his way into this job with the help
of his daddy. From what I gather he does
all the congressman’s dirty work. Does all
the hiring and firing and finds little
trollops for the congressman to screw
when his wife ain’t around. I ‘spect
Jeremy gets his fill of that office poontang
as well, takes after his daddy in that
respect,” the agitated real estate woman
fumed.
“That’s
his
name,
Jeremy?”
Blanche asked.
“Yeah, Jeremy ‘Kiss My Ass’
Marshall and the worse thing is he keeps
sticking his nose in my business here in
Valdosta. Don’t know why he can’t just
leave well enough alone and worry about
his father’s estate and getting this behind
us. Some of my friends in the business tell
me he’s prodding around about some land
that is soon to be developed just north of
here. Probably needs my millions to
secure some financing for something he’s
got in the works, most likely very
underhanded if I know Jeremy and the way
he operates.” She paused long enough to
fill her mouth with another bite of donut.
“You must be sick of hearing about
my troubles, honey. What’s up with you
other than fighting off a pack of boys after
your goods?” she said, pointing the half
eaten donut at Blanche’s front, leaving
powdered sugar on her friend.
Blanche didn’t want to get into
much with Bev after hearing the realtor go
on and on about her woes so she tried to
bring the subject back around to her
housing needs. After approximately thirty
minutes of condo talk and another cup of
cocoa, the women left the donut shop, all
eyes on them as they hurried through the
doors and into the BMW. Beverly was
good enough to swing by the library for
Blanche then sped off, anxious to meet
with her lawyer and cuss for another
couple of hours about her stepson. In her
mind she’d worked hard for those
was a genius when it came to money and
real estate. I learned so much from him
about the markets, when to buy, when to
sell, that sort of stuff, but the minute I’d
show him these.” Taking her covered
breasts in both hands, making sure not to
get any icing on either one, she bounced
them slightly; drawing stares from some of
the locals seated a few tables over. “He’d
turn into a babbling fool, unable to make a
coherent sentence until he’d gotten his
rocks off, pardon my French.”
Bev was enjoying having someone
she could spout off too. Her favorite
subject as of late was the abuse she’d
received at the hands of men in general but
more specifically from the son of her
dearly departed.
“Did I tell you the latest? Did I?”
she asked, not waiting for a reply she
pressed on. “Well, I’ll tell you what
darlin’, that little son of a bitch is still
screwing with me even after the courts
awarded me my fair share. My stepson,
some kind of aid to a high falootin’
congressmen up there in Washington, has
got it in his head that I’m just gonna roll
over and let him push me around and give
up my millions,” she continued in her over
the top Southern accent. “That pompous
piece of shit really gets me going. First it
was momma this and momma that, now
that some money is involved he treats me
like a two bit whore that was screwing his
daddy just for his money. I’ll show that
little pipsqueak what this mommas got in
store for him,” she said rather loudly,
drawing more looks and quiet whispers
from customers throughout the shop.
Blanche nodded when she felt it
was appropriate and tried to act
understanding, but wasn’t it her that was
the victim this morning and not Bev? It
was sweet that she was trying to take her
mind off the skaters but she was kind of
ranting and Blanche was not enjoying the
additional attention.
“So tell me about the job the
oldest one has, he really works for a
congressman,
a
US
Congressman?”
Blanche politely asked.
“Yeah, little kiss ass that he is,
worked his way into this job with the help
of his daddy. From what I gather he does
all the congressman’s dirty work. Does all
the hiring and firing and finds little
trollops for the congressman to screw
when his wife ain’t around. I ‘spect
Jeremy gets his fill of that office poontang
as well, takes after his daddy in that
respect,” the agitated real estate woman
fumed.
“That’s
his
name,
Jeremy?”
Blanche asked.
“Yeah, Jeremy ‘Kiss My Ass’
Marshall and the worse thing is he keeps
sticking his nose in my business here in
Valdosta. Don’t know why he can’t just
leave well enough alone and worry about
his father’s estate and getting this behind
us. Some of my friends in the business tell
me he’s prodding around about some land
that is soon to be developed just north of
here. Probably needs my millions to
secure some financing for something he’s
got in the works, most likely very
underhanded if I know Jeremy and the way
he operates.” She paused long enough to
fill her mouth with another bite of donut.
“You must be sick of hearing about
my troubles, honey. What’s up with you
other than fighting off a pack of boys after
your goods?” she said, pointing the half
eaten donut at Blanche’s front, leaving
powdered sugar on her friend.
Blanche didn’t want to get into
much with Bev after hearing the realtor go
on and on about her woes so she tried to
bring the subject back around to her
housing needs. After approximately thirty
minutes of condo talk and another cup of
cocoa, the women left the donut shop, all
eyes on them as they hurried through the
doors and into the BMW. Beverly was
good enough to swing by the library for
Blanche then sped off, anxious to meet
with her lawyer and cuss for another
couple of hours about her stepson. In her
mind she’d worked hard for those
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