Open 4pm Till Midnight

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By TTD Publications

Copyright© 11/4/2015

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Open 4pm

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Saturday

 9:30pm

September 26, 2015

Boston Massachusetts

Who the fuck   do you think you are? He has no interest in you. It’s over. You’re a joke. It’s my pussy you smell when he kisses you! How does it taste! The late forties red long-haired unattractive European woman shouted nastily. Her verbal assaults were equivalent to throwing daggers in order to assassinate twenty-five year old Prima’s soul. Shocked with alarming dismay, Prima watched the insane woman’s double D implants bounce on her chest. A white substance streamed down between the woman’s legs as she stood naked with total confidence. She wore a bright red matte lipstick, six inch spiked orange boots ,  four thick gold bangles on each wrist. Bitch is this the best you can do? Sleep with married men! Prima yelled back with the same level of poison, wearing a striped pattern fluorescent yellow high end two-piece bikini without shoes. The concrete embedded its way into her bare feet. They stood in the middle of a desert in the center of Malcolm X park. Tumbleweeds scattered. Teen-aged boys were laughing pulling out phones to capture video. Mothers with children came to a complete stop to watch the spectacle. You’re a pathetic loser. He doesn’t want you so you cause trouble for the rest of us. Typical. Your days are numbered. The white woman continued disrespect, placing her hand on her hip sticking out her doctored ass and neck. My man had sex with you and what else bitch? You really sound ridiculous. Get a life. You’re just another thirsty trick from the tow yard honey! Prima jabbed at her again. If you knew how to jack him off right we wouldn’t be having this conversation now would we darling? What does he tell you? Don’t wait up right? The woman replied, looking into the sky, laughing hysterically, clapping hands making a mockery of Prima's situation. Out of nowhere one of the mothers from the crowd hauled and smacked Prima straight across the face with her purse. Wake up! The mother yelled at her. Suddenly Prima woke with Killion violently shaking her out the nightmare. He didn't say a word for seconds, looked at her with disgust. He walked to the dresser, wasn’t the least bit interested in what she was dreaming. We go through this constantly Prima. Killion berated, standing in the mirror adjusting his crisp white designer shirt and silk black tie. He was strikingly handsome with intense Dominican and Jamaican features his parents bestowed upon him. Dark chocolate skin, smooth, creamy. Six three muscular frame intimidating to most men, inviting enough to catch the attention of many across the board. Not once did he give her eye contact as if his mission for dressing on point could cost him his life if not handled properly. His words pierced like daggers without an ounce of love. She wiped her face, raked her fingers through her hair. For some inexplicable reason she was fully dressed. She rolled down the covers, reached into the nightstand drawer. Since the twenty-fourth. Three months ago. I saw the text. She responded in a groggy voice. She mashed  her eyes tog ether , sat up in the plush bed glaring at the back of his perfectly cut waved line up. Her jaws were clenched. Beads of sweat formed along her temples , refus ing  to take eyes off his reflection in the mirror. She stayed turned on by him unable to keep from imagining the magnificent package he had in his boxers. She absolutely hated when he was looking and smelling so delicious for someone else. The question was with whom she thought. She couldn’t fathom why her common law husband of four years treated her with outward disrespect. Her eyes darted back to herself. An undeniable image of complete  beauty fit for any man. Her face was without a blemish. Her breasts stood at attention on her worst day with a curvy slender body possessing a shape that oozed stunning from top to bottom. Her make-up, couture designer outfit, caramel highlighted shaved two sided edgy haircut bounced curls effortlessly. She searched for the number of physical flaws of herself and even though she’d been sleeping just moments ago, to no avail, arrived at zero. She was convinced she was dealing with a blind fool. If you go through my phone you’re going to find what you’re looking for. He said , snapp ing  his fancy watch tight to his wrist. His expensive shoes shined of  new money positioning himself in different angles to ensure perfection. He slightly dropped his head, pulled out the drawer. He moved the contents in search for something. I guess you’re looking for these you son of a bitch. Prima  said with disdain , voice low, riddled with agony. She held up an opened box of Magnums. One was missing. A single tear fell without permission, finding its way to the corner of her mouth. He calmly shut the drawer, strutted toward her. In that moment he was unable to deny how angelic , desirable she appeared. A broken woman at the hands of himself. He reduced her to what he was witnessing before him. He felt a sexual jolt through his penis. He knew he held the power and could get her to do anything he wanted. Prima. He called her name standing near her. The sixty inch flat screen hummed romantic retro soul music in the background. A channel he chose often to set a mood she wasn’t going to have the pleasure of being on the receiving end. Chin almost to chest, she sobbed refusing to look at him or answer. She despised him for causing extreme misery and confusion inside of her without any breaks. His demeanor indicated it didn’t make a difference whether she answered or not. Instead of worrying about what i’m doing, call your mother and please...don’t wait up. He said , s liding the condoms from her manicured nails. The same old tired argument had drained the life out of her. She allowed him to have them without a struggle. Silence ensued. The echoing of each step he took to exit the bedroom was a constant reminder he didn’t love her anymore. It was a sound she dreaded and the familiarity was like driving a knife straight through her heart. Prima  was sick of him treating her disrespectfully in private, nice when people were watching. She dreamt of a goodbye kiss to hold  her  until he returned. She longed to have the caring man she once knew. Reality set in. It was undoubtedly wishful thinking she’d told herself too often. She heard him hesitate, fiddling with keys in the hall. She prayed he’d arrived at some born given sense, stop this absurdity and make love to her. She lifted her head, gazed through watery vision at expensive art on the wall they’d purchased together. Peppered in between were photos of them during happier moments. She searched frantically to find something that would inspire a smile. The closing of the condo front door broke her out of a desperate attempt to find an ounce of peace. Seconds later she found herself alone. Filled with sadness. Crying ,  fed up.

Same Night

11pm

         You’re more beautiful than when i saw you last. Trez said with an alluring deep voice, pouring a bottle of Pessac-Leognan 2009. He kept his eyes on the amount of red wine careful not to pass the middle of the glass. It was as if soothing a woman was his primary forte. He was equally fine as Killion, caramel-hued skin, hung like a horse with nearly infinite financial resources. However, his best attributes were the intangible. It’s only been a week Trez. Prima said. She mustered a smile, looking at the tattoo on the back of his hand. She exhaled a labored sigh, accepted the glass he handed to her. He methodically scanned his vision along her body, quickly reeling himself back to being respectful. Ignoring the outer inner beauty in this man was a battle she tangled with minute by minute. I know. Much too long. I missed you. He added, giving a slight devilish smirk. See, you’re starting. We haven’t had the first taste but i must say you always know how to make me feel special. She answered playfully, crossing her legs on the imported unique sofa. It was difficult doing since her intricate little black dress was painted on. Her metallic gold heels commanded attention while her best kept secret was not wearing panties for what came next. I’m just being honest sweetheart. You want me to lie to you? He asked, taking a seat across from her. He resembled a king on a throne. Why don’t you get back with her. She said,