Page 6 of Small Town Beast 2: Saverin's Duet

“But–”

“Enough. We’ve done talked it to death and I ain’t changing my mind.”

“Okay,” she said calmly. Too calmly. Lorrie pulled her top down over her titties. “Just don’t get upset, then.”

“Upset about what?” Absalom held her rigid in his lap.

“My neighbor,” she began.

“That old man?”

“No. His son. You know Mike? He plays for A&M. Texas A&M.”

“I know what ‘A&M’ means. Are you talking about that scrawny kid with the braces?”

“Mike is grown now. You wouldn’t even recognize him.”

“So?” Absalom charged.

“When Mike came back home this summer he was trying to talk to me.” Lorrie adjusted her crochet top. “Mike said he’s gota deal with the Cowboys next year but they haven’t announced it yet.”

“Sounds like you done plenty talking,” Absalom said coldly.

Lorrie’s eyes flashed. “He asked me out on a real date, believe it or not. And before you turn up on me, I saidno.” She turned her gaze away from him. “But maybe I should have saidyes.”

She was trying to make him jealous. It wouldn’t work. He was above those female manipulations…Nobody could touch her, nobody couldevertouch her, he would shoot that son of a bitch.

“So that’s what you want,” Absalom said. “Some third-rate ball player who’s gonna warm the bench half the season, knock you up, then blow out his knee and file for bankruptcy.”

“Why would I want that, Absalom?” Lorrie snapped. “I want to be with you. But since you obviously don’t want the same, I’m just letting you know I have options.”

“You know how those ball players get down. He just sees you as an easy fuck. Just a hole to stick his cock.”

“Shut up!”

“You think he cares about you? Be serious, Lorrie. And he’s never going to no goddamed NFL. But if that’s what you want– get slutted out byMike, after I loved you, treated you good–”

“His family are good folks, Christians. I’ve known ‘em for four years,” she threw in his face, her voice rising with every word. “Maybe I don’t have to be your side piece for the rest of my life!”

“Pick a better way to make me jealous,” Absalom said through gritted teeth, plucking at the hem of her shirt. “You know what I’m like, Lorrie, you know I can’t—”

For the first time ever Lorrie resisted him, crossing her breasts with an arm and shoving him back.

“Hold up. Why shouldn’t I date somebody else?” she demanded loudly. “It’s not like I can ever be your wife.”

“Don’t start on that! What I did with that woman was politics. It was strategy. Not love. Not even close.”

“You used to be real with me,” Lorrie said. “But somebody’s done pumped you full of hot air. Your world can’t be my world, remember? Those were your very words. And Mike’s going to the NFL—he can provide—”

“Provide?!” The word struck him like a bullwhip across the face.

She glared up at him, unafraid of his rage. “You heard me.”

“Provide what?”

“A real relationship, maybe!”

“What do you want, girl? Tell me what this is really about.”

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