Page 4 of Shar: A Woman Alone

Cord gives me a nod and walks out of the kitchen, leaving meto watch these two skanks making sandwiches I’m going to throw in the bin anyminute.

I walk over to the fridge, take out a dozen eggs, milk,cheese, and pre-packed ham which thankfully have not been opened, and are indate. The rest in the fridge needs throwing in the trash. I place them on thecounter nearest to me. Stepping over to the sink, I take out the cloth, wash itout, then wipe the counter where I’m going to work.

I open a few cabinets and find a large bowl, whisk, andgrater. The women are watching what I’m doing but don’t speak to me. I can hearthem bitching about‘what does she think she’s doing’, ‘who does she thinkshe is’, and ‘where the fuck did she come from’.I ignore it all andcontinue organizing a cheese and ham omelet.

When I have the eggs and milk whisked with salt and pepperadded, I look for a large skillet and taking the one that is hanging from ahook at the side of the stove I rinse it out to make sure it’s clean, then setit on the stove with a nice chunk of butter.

Crack walks through from the rec room. “What’s up, Shar?What can I do for you?”

Before I turn to look at Crack, I take the skillet off theheat and then give Crack my attention. “I need you to hear and see what isgoing to happen next.” Lifting an eyebrow at me, he shrugs and folds his arms.

I give him a nod, then walk over to where the two skanks arestill making a disgusting mess with the sandwiches. I grab one of the onesthey’ve made, take the top slice off and look at the contents, which have atainted smell. I lift it to my nose and can smell the butter is rancid forstarters, and not even bothering to check anything else, I pick up the trashcan and scoop the pile of sandwiches into it.

“WHAT. THE. FUCK!” one screeches, which is loud enough tobust your eardrums.

“It’s rancid. Did you not smell the butter is rancid? You’regoing to make them all ill,” I state calmly, walking over to the sink and washingmy hands.

“Bitch, you can’t just walk in here and throw stuff out likethat,” screecher shouts, but I’ve no problem sorting her out.

“Okay, sit.” She places her hands on her hips and gives mewhat I presume is her deadly look. I lift an eyebrow at Crack, who shrugs andgrips the back of the woman's minuscule crop top and places her at the tablewhere I’d pointed.

The other woman who had been helping gingerly takes a seat,too. Wise woman, I’m thinking to myself.

I spread the rancid butter thickly on a piece of bread,which has some blue on the edges, yeah as I thought, moldy bread and rancidbutter and these two bitches were going to have the men eating them.

Cutting the bread into two pieces, I pass one piece to eachof the women, and lift an eyebrow, “Eat,” I state and start making the nextone.

“But it’s moldy,” she whines.

I grin. “Yeah, it is. Eat.”

Crack and Cord are grinning. Out of the corner of my eye, Ican see them, but I don't react to them. I continue buttering bread and passingit to the women.

“I can’t eat that. It’s nasty,” the second woman states, andI lift my eyebrow before I respond, putting more bread onto her plate.

“You can, and you will. You expected the men to eat moldybread with rancid butter, not to mention the shit you were going to put in it.So, you will eat it if I have to push it down your throat,” I snarl.

Cord laughs when one of the whores starts to heave, but Ipoint at her and bend to look her in the eye. “You can service a man andswallow numerous times a day, so you don’t have a delicate stomach for sure.You’ll eat this and you’ll not vomit or I’ll make you eat the fucking vomit.Are we clear?”

Crack’s shoulders are shaking with the laughter he’s holdingback. Cord has had to turn around, so he’s not facing us, and I stand with myarms folded waiting because these bitches will make some men ill, and have noremorse for doing it.

Once they’ve eaten half a dozen slices each and try to moveaway from the table I snarl, “Sit. You’ll stay there until I say you canleave.”

“Look, bitch, you’re not our boss. You can’t tell us what todo,” whore one states.

“Well actually Josie, she can, because for the next month,Shar is running the show. You do as she tells you when she tells you, or you’reout the fucking door.” Cord leans down and gives Josie a stare to make hispoint, I’m sure.

Crack steps next to Cord, folds his arms across his chest,and looks from one to the other. His gaze lands on the second one. “Youunderstand too Lizzie? You do as Shar tells you with no arguments. Make sureyou tell the others, and if they don’t like it, they know where the front dooris.”

Josie cries and I notice every now and again gives a littleheave, but I’m not letting them out of the kitchen so they can make themselvesthrow up. They need to learn the lesson that shit like this is not happeninganymore.

Crack looks at me. “Do you need me to stay longer? Cord willremain with you until everyone knows who you are and why you’re here.” I givehim a nod and smile. “Okay, I’m fine.”

Turning to Cord, I smile. “Can you make a pot of coffeewhile I look in the fridge and freezer, please?”

Cord nods and steps to the counter where the coffee machineis situated. I walk over to the fridge, open the door and close my eyes amoment, seeing the utter mess and rotten food.

I take out everything and lay it on the counter, wash outthe fridge carefully, then check everything from the counter, throwing most ofit in the trash can. I then ask Cord for a paper and pen so I can make ashopping list.

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