Three chapters of Nowhere:
Chapter 1
Mack awoke to the incessant beeping of his alarm at 5 am. “Fuckin’, mother fucker. Can you not shut the fuck up?” Mack cursed under his breath. “Another fuckin’ day of work at the mobile home factory.” Mack crawled out of bed and reached for his pipe. He took a hit of ice; it gave him the courage to get up. “Another fuckin’ day in hell!” screamed Mack inside. He crawled out of bed and out to another day.
Bacon sizzled in the pan and the smell of rancid pork filled the trailer. It would be bacon and eggs as most every day for Mack. Mack slurped up his greasy breakfast with the thirst of a dying lizard, put his jacket on and sped out of the wooded dirt road in his aging truck towards another day of toil and strife.
Turning out of his drive Mack had an admonition. He wasn’t going to that hell of a job again. He was done with it. He didn’t give a fuck anymore since his girlfriend left with the kid. Determined to make a new way he turned down the road towards Nowhere.
Mack hit the pipe, inhaled deep, rolled his head back and exhaled “Ahhhhhhhhh!” The ice was smooth and cooling. He hit the burning blacktop. Leaving his home in Deep Holler, Tennessee, Mack wasn’t sure where to go. He only knew that he was finished and that he would do something more than anyone ever thought he would. The ice kept him spinning but at the same time he had a burning inside that would not quit. He knew he needed to get away, to hide, or he would do something, something to be regretted. Losing track of time in the cobweb of meth, Mack drove and drove with Nowhere in sight.
Finally, Mack turned into a motel of the side of the road, an Indian, Hindustan motel. The smell of curry and foreign sweat hit Mack’s senses like a ton of bricks as he walked in the door. “Fuckin’ foreigners!” was Mack’s first thought. But he needed a room and the Hindus were more than willing to give him a room without ID or credit.
Red Dot welcomed Mack with a look of suspicion in his black eyes, “Good day sir. May I get you a room sir?”
“Sure can,” said Mack plainly, rudely avoiding looking directly at Red Dot. Without much ado Mack checked in, paid Red Dot in cash and went to his room.
Mack sat in his hotel room of cum stained sheets and booze stained carpets. His mind racing yet no thoughts came to Mack’s mind. His mind was churning like a cold icy sea. Churning, and churning and churning and churning. His body in post meth withdrawal Mack eased into bed and tuned the TV to some cheap motel porn. Moments later Mack shut his eyes and fell into a deep sleep. It was a bright, sunny day with a few high clouds. He was on a hill, with only one low hung apple tree on it, the rest of the hill was covered in ankle high bright green grasses and wild flowers. The hill was surrounded by rolling meadow lands and pasture. Mack looked to the sky. Letters were swirling around in the intense blue firmament, large silver letters the size of cars: A, R, L W, Y, M, O, T, P. S, U. The letters swirled clockwise in circular patterns and intertwined in a snake-like dance forming a moving knot-like lattice work. Mack stared in confusion, eyes squinting in the sun. The letters began to form into words: YAP TSUM DLROW.
Chapter 6
Lola Diamond came sauntering into the laundry room as Mack sat on the counter, toothpick in mouth, waiting for his clothes to dry. Cheap flip flops, short shorts hiked up her ass and a white blouse open enough so that her plump bosom nearly burst out. Thin delicious legs and a firm bottom to match, her long fiery red hair lay loosely around her neck. Mack saw something he liked. “Yes, siree! Indeed!” he whispered under his breath.
“Hey there sweetheart,” Mack caught himself muttering in his deep manly voice.
Lola nodded, “Well I’m just fine, thank you. Would you mind helping me bring all this shit in?” said Lola in an irritated, bitchy tone, ignoring that he didn’t ask her how she was.
Mack nodded as he looked again, “I do believe I can,” said Mack with a laugh. “My oh my!” thought Mack. “ Those sweet red lips. My goodness me!” Lola’s cheap overdone makeup made her look a bit older than her 17 years. Not that that would have mattered one bit to Mack. At 35 he’d had his way with quite a few younger women and thought nothing of it.
Lola saw something she liked in Mack too. The brutish manliness that exuded from his sweaty, man pores made the hair on her neck stand from the very first glance. Mack’s raven black hair and chilly blue eyes reminded her of her grandfather on her mother’s side. Mack was all man, just what Lola wanted and what her woman really needed.
Mack followed her out to her car, an old heap of shit, all the while his eyes fixated, hypnotized, by her sauntering hips and round, inviting ass. Lola moved like a woman, 100% undeniable, uncompromising woman. Mack helped her carry her baskets of laundry in.
“Say, what’s your name darlin’?” asked Mack with a smile.”I’m Mack.”
“Lola Diamond,” said Lola with a blush, “most people call me Lola D or just Lola. You can call me Lola.”
“You new to this shithole town?” pecked Lola with all the attitude she could muster doing her best to hide her animal sex lying just beneath the surface.
“Just passing through,” Mack was short on words. He knew what he wanted and wasn’t one for wasting time. “You know how to get that bathroom door open? I think they keep it locked,” said Mack conniving to get her into a private space.
Sensing Mack’s maneuvering, Lola went for the bait and walked over to the bathroom door with Mack right behind her. She turned the knob and the door opened. Before she could turn around to tell him, she could feel him squeezing in behind her, his breath on her neck putting her hair on ends and setting her loins afire. Lola had no desire to resist and allowed Mack to herd her into the bathroom.
Not a word was exchanged. Mack grabbed Lola by the nap of the neck, pulled her head back rough and gave her an unsolicited kiss, forcing his tongue between her closed lips. At first she resisted but then she opened her plump lips and their tongues began to tango, lashing quick and hard. Mack then hastily forced his hand down her pants. “This is too fast”, thought Lola “and besides I can’t let him have his way that fast. We just met. I can’t do this. But I want this. I need this. I can’t. I can. I shouldn’t. I must.” Lola’s mind a muddle of female indecision and confusion.
Lola pulled at Mack’s hand “No, not yet darling,” she exhaled in her bitchy yet weak and vulnerable way. Mack would have none of it. He knew what he wanted and how to get it. And he knew that she wanted it. Mack then forced his hand in deeper and with his other hand he fondled her breast under her shirt. Lola exhaled a weak no.
“You know you want it darling,” growled Mack in a deep commanding voice, not taking no for an answer. Finally, he jerked her pants to her knees and hoisted her up on the table with one quick, sly motion. Lola gave in. Her rebukes were of no use and she wanted him with all her woman anyway. Mack undid his jeans and they dropped to his knees. He pulled her legs up and pushed her knees towards her head with her jeans around her ankles. He then ravished her hard and fast. As Lola would later relate to her mom, “he used me well.”
Mack returned from the bathroom all full of himself and hopped up on the table next to his washing machine to sit. Lola then came in a little blushed yet feeling as high and mighty as the Queen of Egypt. She went and leaned on the wall on the opposite side of the room near her machine. She put a piece of bubble gum in her mouth and began to chew loudly, glancing over at her prince with submissive, inquisitive eyes. Mack would not look at her. Feeling slighted she began to chomp her gum loudly, popping bubbles and squirming uneasily.
“You think you could hold it down over there darlin’?”
“Fuck you!” screamed Lola.
“Woohoo! We got us a live one here! Come on over here now baby. I didn’t mean to get your panties in a wad. I like em’ live like you.”
Lola shyly walked over to Mack. When she was at arm’s length, Mack grabbed her by the arm and pulled her tight towards him. Smiling and laughing in jest he asked in a dominant, near growling whisper “Darling, you wanna go with me? I do believe I’ve taken a likin’ to you.”
Lola was floored. He wanted her! Most men wanted only one thing, and Mack had already had that. She wanted to play it off so that he wouldn’t get any ideas about her being desperate and so he wouldn’t see how she was putty in his hands. Yet she couldn’t resist.
“Where we goin’?” she said with all the girly charm she could muster.
“Where the path leads us… Nowhere,” exhaled Mack, a shit eatin’ grin on his face, eyes aglow. And the V-8 engine hummed….
Chapter 10
They drove back to the white side of town where Mack spotted a motel, The Beechwood Tavern and Motel. They checked into a room and left Wincy there. “You sit down there girl and be good, Mammi and Pappi will be back soon enough” crooned Mack to Wincy in a low, manly yet loving and playful voice a wide grin cracked on his face.
Mack and Lola headed to the bar, hand in hand, her head resting on his shoulder as they strolled through the thick, sweet Southern air. Once inside Mack let go of Lola’s hand and nudged her so as to create a little space between them. Mack had no use for needy women cramping his style in public. Lola followed her prince to the bar. He ordered a Jack and Coke and ordered a Bud for her. Lola then noticed blood on Mack’s shirt and a little blood caked in his hair.
“Honey, you’ve got blood all over you,” laughed Lola, knowing full well they could have killed Black Boy and no one would care or hardly notice.
Mack went to the bathroom to wash it off. He looked in the mirror, now somewhat sober from all the excitement and what looked back at him was nothing but blank, a totally numb blank. In that he felt confident and good. Having washed, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a rock and looked at it. Time to party.
Mack and Lola took their drinks around the backside and lit a rock in a beer can fashioned bong. Looking up Mack spotted a couple of girls heading into the bar. He whistled at them.
“Hey there girls! Why don’t ya’ll come join us over here? We’re having us a big ole time!” yelled out Mack. Lola not really able to make them out as they stood in the dim light of the faint street light began to get nervous. She wasn’t good around other women and didn’t really get along well with them. The girls came over and Lola gave a shy yet catty hi I’m Lola routine while Mack offered them a hit.
“I’m Charlene and this is Mandy,” said Charlene as she raised the can to her overdone pink glossed lips. Mandy stood shyly waiting her turn. Both of them dressed in tawdry, tasteless, slutty miniskirts, high heels and low-top belly shirts showing off their pierced belly buttons and fit stomachs, Mandy being very petite and mousy, Charlene quite the opposite. Lola was uneasy. Her female senses fully tuned in. They all passed the can around breaking the ice in a ritual of sharing. Soon they were all in cocaine heaven, all full of self confidence and plastic happiness. Lola forgot her worries, Mandy was no longer shy, and Mack and Charlene were as cocky as they come.
Back in The Beechwood the usual cast of tattered half-wits littered around the small bar, the party continued. The liquor was flowing with frequent runs around the back to get higher. All four were having the time of their lives without a worry in the world. But no matter how high Mack got he never lost it, he was always in control somehow, the beast within breathing a slow, methodical breath.
“Mandy, I’m running out back for another hit. You comin’?” inquired Mack, manhood hurling from his lips smacking Mandy’s ear hitting her with a hard, commanding force. The low baritone sound waves piercing Mandy’s womanhood causing her knees to grow weak and her faint heart to skip a beat.
“I’d be delighted,” breathed Mandy submissively.
They walked out back, Mandy following behind Mack, hypnotically watching his macho gait. Once around the corner, Mack, the beast in him in full control, turned toward Mandy without saying a word, put his right hand up her skirt to find a panty-less naked cunt, pulled her towards him with his left hand at the bottom of her back and looked hard into her eyes.
“Let’s go fuck, baby!” demanded Mack and turned to guide her towards the truck, his arm around her waist. She didn’t say a word but followed obediently. Once there Mack opened the passenger side door, threw her up on the seat, lifted her skirt and devoured her, both Mandy and Mack all animal, all instinct, all feral chthonic creatures of the dark. They climaxed at the same moment; Mack collapsed on her lap for a few minutes. They then took a few more hits and went back in as if nothing had happened.
As Mack and Mandy approached, Lola smelt it. She knew it. There was no denying it. Mandy glowed with a glow that only one thing can give a woman. Her eyes were half open as though she was on opiates, yet they were clear and content. Her legs moved and hips swayed with a heightened grace and sex. Her body was half slouched in a relaxed condition. But for Mack there was no emotion only his usual cockiness, no way to tell except for the smell of sex that enveloped him. Lola knew yet she said not a word and let it pass without making a fuss. She loved Mack, her master, with all her heart and soul, with every cell in her body and would never deny him the things in life that made him happy.
Hours later Mandy and Charlene sat in the corner giggling. Lola looked over and with every grin, every laugh, every perceived glance in her direction, her anger began to boil.
“Are they laughing at me? Those fuckin’ bitches!” Lola screamed inside. Madder than a snake she pranced over in a huff.
Looking them straight in the eye she said fiercely, “Girls, I know what happened. And you know what? I don’t give a good goddamn. Mack is mine and always will be. Just know that. Alright? You fuckin’ hear me?” The girls looked at her with a blank stare. Lola didn’t wait for an answer. She spun on her heal, back arched, ass out, head held high and returned proudly to her man’s side.
It was six in the morning when Lola and Mack stumbled out of Johnny’s Tavern, the two lady friends having been lost somewhere in the evening. Just as they exited the door, the paperboy dropped a stack of the morning paper at the reception door. On the front page was a black and white picture of the battered, lifeless body of young Black Boy. The headline read Murdered: Teenage Boy’s Family in Grief and Shock. Mack and Lola passed without noticing. They returned to their room and turned on the TV. A televangelist screamed and howled from the screen anything and everything concerning the depths of hell and pangs of suffering that sinners shall endure. Mack and Lola did not hear him. They sat thoughtless and silent in the low hazy daze of the TV like deer caught in car headlights. Soon they were sound asleep, Lola lying on Mack’s chest the picture of perfect love and harmony.
Mack awoke to the incessant beeping of his alarm at 5 am. “Fuckin’, mother fucker. Can you not shut the fuck up?” Mack cursed under his breath. “Another fuckin’ day of work at the mobile home factory.” Mack crawled out of bed and reached for his pipe. He took a hit of ice; it gave him the courage to get up. “Another fuckin’ day in hell!” screamed Mack inside. He crawled out of bed and out to another day.
Bacon sizzled in the pan and the smell of rancid pork filled the trailer. It would be bacon and eggs as most every day for Mack. Mack slurped up his greasy breakfast with the thirst of a dying lizard, put his jacket on and sped out of the wooded dirt road in his aging truck towards another day of toil and strife.
Turning out of his drive Mack had an admonition. He wasn’t going to that hell of a job again. He was done with it. He didn’t give a fuck anymore since his girlfriend left with the kid. Determined to make a new way he turned down the road towards Nowhere.
Mack hit the pipe, inhaled deep, rolled his head back and exhaled “Ahhhhhhhhh!” The ice was smooth and cooling. He hit the burning blacktop. Leaving his home in Deep Holler, Tennessee, Mack wasn’t sure where to go. He only knew that he was finished and that he would do something more than anyone ever thought he would. The ice kept him spinning but at the same time he had a burning inside that would not quit. He knew he needed to get away, to hide, or he would do something, something to be regretted. Losing track of time in the cobweb of meth, Mack drove and drove with Nowhere in sight.
Finally, Mack turned into a motel of the side of the road, an Indian, Hindustan motel. The smell of curry and foreign sweat hit Mack’s senses like a ton of bricks as he walked in the door. “Fuckin’ foreigners!” was Mack’s first thought. But he needed a room and the Hindus were more than willing to give him a room without ID or credit.
Red Dot welcomed Mack with a look of suspicion in his black eyes, “Good day sir. May I get you a room sir?”
“Sure can,” said Mack plainly, rudely avoiding looking directly at Red Dot. Without much ado Mack checked in, paid Red Dot in cash and went to his room.
Mack sat in his hotel room of cum stained sheets and booze stained carpets. His mind racing yet no thoughts came to Mack’s mind. His mind was churning like a cold icy sea. Churning, and churning and churning and churning. His body in post meth withdrawal Mack eased into bed and tuned the TV to some cheap motel porn. Moments later Mack shut his eyes and fell into a deep sleep. It was a bright, sunny day with a few high clouds. He was on a hill, with only one low hung apple tree on it, the rest of the hill was covered in ankle high bright green grasses and wild flowers. The hill was surrounded by rolling meadow lands and pasture. Mack looked to the sky. Letters were swirling around in the intense blue firmament, large silver letters the size of cars: A, R, L W, Y, M, O, T, P. S, U. The letters swirled clockwise in circular patterns and intertwined in a snake-like dance forming a moving knot-like lattice work. Mack stared in confusion, eyes squinting in the sun. The letters began to form into words: YAP TSUM DLROW.
Chapter 6
Lola Diamond came sauntering into the laundry room as Mack sat on the counter, toothpick in mouth, waiting for his clothes to dry. Cheap flip flops, short shorts hiked up her ass and a white blouse open enough so that her plump bosom nearly burst out. Thin delicious legs and a firm bottom to match, her long fiery red hair lay loosely around her neck. Mack saw something he liked. “Yes, siree! Indeed!” he whispered under his breath.
“Hey there sweetheart,” Mack caught himself muttering in his deep manly voice.
Lola nodded, “Well I’m just fine, thank you. Would you mind helping me bring all this shit in?” said Lola in an irritated, bitchy tone, ignoring that he didn’t ask her how she was.
Mack nodded as he looked again, “I do believe I can,” said Mack with a laugh. “My oh my!” thought Mack. “ Those sweet red lips. My goodness me!” Lola’s cheap overdone makeup made her look a bit older than her 17 years. Not that that would have mattered one bit to Mack. At 35 he’d had his way with quite a few younger women and thought nothing of it.
Lola saw something she liked in Mack too. The brutish manliness that exuded from his sweaty, man pores made the hair on her neck stand from the very first glance. Mack’s raven black hair and chilly blue eyes reminded her of her grandfather on her mother’s side. Mack was all man, just what Lola wanted and what her woman really needed.
Mack followed her out to her car, an old heap of shit, all the while his eyes fixated, hypnotized, by her sauntering hips and round, inviting ass. Lola moved like a woman, 100% undeniable, uncompromising woman. Mack helped her carry her baskets of laundry in.
“Say, what’s your name darlin’?” asked Mack with a smile.”I’m Mack.”
“Lola Diamond,” said Lola with a blush, “most people call me Lola D or just Lola. You can call me Lola.”
“You new to this shithole town?” pecked Lola with all the attitude she could muster doing her best to hide her animal sex lying just beneath the surface.
“Just passing through,” Mack was short on words. He knew what he wanted and wasn’t one for wasting time. “You know how to get that bathroom door open? I think they keep it locked,” said Mack conniving to get her into a private space.
Sensing Mack’s maneuvering, Lola went for the bait and walked over to the bathroom door with Mack right behind her. She turned the knob and the door opened. Before she could turn around to tell him, she could feel him squeezing in behind her, his breath on her neck putting her hair on ends and setting her loins afire. Lola had no desire to resist and allowed Mack to herd her into the bathroom.
Not a word was exchanged. Mack grabbed Lola by the nap of the neck, pulled her head back rough and gave her an unsolicited kiss, forcing his tongue between her closed lips. At first she resisted but then she opened her plump lips and their tongues began to tango, lashing quick and hard. Mack then hastily forced his hand down her pants. “This is too fast”, thought Lola “and besides I can’t let him have his way that fast. We just met. I can’t do this. But I want this. I need this. I can’t. I can. I shouldn’t. I must.” Lola’s mind a muddle of female indecision and confusion.
Lola pulled at Mack’s hand “No, not yet darling,” she exhaled in her bitchy yet weak and vulnerable way. Mack would have none of it. He knew what he wanted and how to get it. And he knew that she wanted it. Mack then forced his hand in deeper and with his other hand he fondled her breast under her shirt. Lola exhaled a weak no.
“You know you want it darling,” growled Mack in a deep commanding voice, not taking no for an answer. Finally, he jerked her pants to her knees and hoisted her up on the table with one quick, sly motion. Lola gave in. Her rebukes were of no use and she wanted him with all her woman anyway. Mack undid his jeans and they dropped to his knees. He pulled her legs up and pushed her knees towards her head with her jeans around her ankles. He then ravished her hard and fast. As Lola would later relate to her mom, “he used me well.”
Mack returned from the bathroom all full of himself and hopped up on the table next to his washing machine to sit. Lola then came in a little blushed yet feeling as high and mighty as the Queen of Egypt. She went and leaned on the wall on the opposite side of the room near her machine. She put a piece of bubble gum in her mouth and began to chew loudly, glancing over at her prince with submissive, inquisitive eyes. Mack would not look at her. Feeling slighted she began to chomp her gum loudly, popping bubbles and squirming uneasily.
“You think you could hold it down over there darlin’?”
“Fuck you!” screamed Lola.
“Woohoo! We got us a live one here! Come on over here now baby. I didn’t mean to get your panties in a wad. I like em’ live like you.”
Lola shyly walked over to Mack. When she was at arm’s length, Mack grabbed her by the arm and pulled her tight towards him. Smiling and laughing in jest he asked in a dominant, near growling whisper “Darling, you wanna go with me? I do believe I’ve taken a likin’ to you.”
Lola was floored. He wanted her! Most men wanted only one thing, and Mack had already had that. She wanted to play it off so that he wouldn’t get any ideas about her being desperate and so he wouldn’t see how she was putty in his hands. Yet she couldn’t resist.
“Where we goin’?” she said with all the girly charm she could muster.
“Where the path leads us… Nowhere,” exhaled Mack, a shit eatin’ grin on his face, eyes aglow. And the V-8 engine hummed….
Chapter 10
They drove back to the white side of town where Mack spotted a motel, The Beechwood Tavern and Motel. They checked into a room and left Wincy there. “You sit down there girl and be good, Mammi and Pappi will be back soon enough” crooned Mack to Wincy in a low, manly yet loving and playful voice a wide grin cracked on his face.
Mack and Lola headed to the bar, hand in hand, her head resting on his shoulder as they strolled through the thick, sweet Southern air. Once inside Mack let go of Lola’s hand and nudged her so as to create a little space between them. Mack had no use for needy women cramping his style in public. Lola followed her prince to the bar. He ordered a Jack and Coke and ordered a Bud for her. Lola then noticed blood on Mack’s shirt and a little blood caked in his hair.
“Honey, you’ve got blood all over you,” laughed Lola, knowing full well they could have killed Black Boy and no one would care or hardly notice.
Mack went to the bathroom to wash it off. He looked in the mirror, now somewhat sober from all the excitement and what looked back at him was nothing but blank, a totally numb blank. In that he felt confident and good. Having washed, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a rock and looked at it. Time to party.
Mack and Lola took their drinks around the backside and lit a rock in a beer can fashioned bong. Looking up Mack spotted a couple of girls heading into the bar. He whistled at them.
“Hey there girls! Why don’t ya’ll come join us over here? We’re having us a big ole time!” yelled out Mack. Lola not really able to make them out as they stood in the dim light of the faint street light began to get nervous. She wasn’t good around other women and didn’t really get along well with them. The girls came over and Lola gave a shy yet catty hi I’m Lola routine while Mack offered them a hit.
“I’m Charlene and this is Mandy,” said Charlene as she raised the can to her overdone pink glossed lips. Mandy stood shyly waiting her turn. Both of them dressed in tawdry, tasteless, slutty miniskirts, high heels and low-top belly shirts showing off their pierced belly buttons and fit stomachs, Mandy being very petite and mousy, Charlene quite the opposite. Lola was uneasy. Her female senses fully tuned in. They all passed the can around breaking the ice in a ritual of sharing. Soon they were all in cocaine heaven, all full of self confidence and plastic happiness. Lola forgot her worries, Mandy was no longer shy, and Mack and Charlene were as cocky as they come.
Back in The Beechwood the usual cast of tattered half-wits littered around the small bar, the party continued. The liquor was flowing with frequent runs around the back to get higher. All four were having the time of their lives without a worry in the world. But no matter how high Mack got he never lost it, he was always in control somehow, the beast within breathing a slow, methodical breath.
“Mandy, I’m running out back for another hit. You comin’?” inquired Mack, manhood hurling from his lips smacking Mandy’s ear hitting her with a hard, commanding force. The low baritone sound waves piercing Mandy’s womanhood causing her knees to grow weak and her faint heart to skip a beat.
“I’d be delighted,” breathed Mandy submissively.
They walked out back, Mandy following behind Mack, hypnotically watching his macho gait. Once around the corner, Mack, the beast in him in full control, turned toward Mandy without saying a word, put his right hand up her skirt to find a panty-less naked cunt, pulled her towards him with his left hand at the bottom of her back and looked hard into her eyes.
“Let’s go fuck, baby!” demanded Mack and turned to guide her towards the truck, his arm around her waist. She didn’t say a word but followed obediently. Once there Mack opened the passenger side door, threw her up on the seat, lifted her skirt and devoured her, both Mandy and Mack all animal, all instinct, all feral chthonic creatures of the dark. They climaxed at the same moment; Mack collapsed on her lap for a few minutes. They then took a few more hits and went back in as if nothing had happened.
As Mack and Mandy approached, Lola smelt it. She knew it. There was no denying it. Mandy glowed with a glow that only one thing can give a woman. Her eyes were half open as though she was on opiates, yet they were clear and content. Her legs moved and hips swayed with a heightened grace and sex. Her body was half slouched in a relaxed condition. But for Mack there was no emotion only his usual cockiness, no way to tell except for the smell of sex that enveloped him. Lola knew yet she said not a word and let it pass without making a fuss. She loved Mack, her master, with all her heart and soul, with every cell in her body and would never deny him the things in life that made him happy.
Hours later Mandy and Charlene sat in the corner giggling. Lola looked over and with every grin, every laugh, every perceived glance in her direction, her anger began to boil.
“Are they laughing at me? Those fuckin’ bitches!” Lola screamed inside. Madder than a snake she pranced over in a huff.
Looking them straight in the eye she said fiercely, “Girls, I know what happened. And you know what? I don’t give a good goddamn. Mack is mine and always will be. Just know that. Alright? You fuckin’ hear me?” The girls looked at her with a blank stare. Lola didn’t wait for an answer. She spun on her heal, back arched, ass out, head held high and returned proudly to her man’s side.
It was six in the morning when Lola and Mack stumbled out of Johnny’s Tavern, the two lady friends having been lost somewhere in the evening. Just as they exited the door, the paperboy dropped a stack of the morning paper at the reception door. On the front page was a black and white picture of the battered, lifeless body of young Black Boy. The headline read Murdered: Teenage Boy’s Family in Grief and Shock. Mack and Lola passed without noticing. They returned to their room and turned on the TV. A televangelist screamed and howled from the screen anything and everything concerning the depths of hell and pangs of suffering that sinners shall endure. Mack and Lola did not hear him. They sat thoughtless and silent in the low hazy daze of the TV like deer caught in car headlights. Soon they were sound asleep, Lola lying on Mack’s chest the picture of perfect love and harmony.