With Cruel Intent by Dennis Larsen

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