Page 40 of Baby Girl

Teddy pointed at her with his index finger, and then pointed at me.

“Brother, I’m going to fuck the hell out of that little girl. Did you see the tits on her? God damn. She’s got a set of fucking jugs on her. Tall bitch too. She’s probably as tall as you are. Maybe taller. Jesus. Long legs and huge tits. That makes for some good fucking,” Teddy said as he shook his finger at me.

“Listen, Teddy. Just don’t fuck her over really bad. It could be bad for me if you did. She is best friends with my girl, Kelli. That’s what she was talking about. She’s Kelli’s best friend. They hang out almost every night that Kelli isn’t with me. They’re down in Old Town at The Pump House all the time together. And, from what Kelli has told me, Heather is a nice girl. Naive, but nice. She’s been fucked over her whole life, and never really had a boyfriend,” I said, hoping Teddy received it without being irritated.

“How old you suppose she is, Doc?”

“Well, Kelli is twenty-two, and they went to school together, so I’m going to say twenty-two or so,” I responded.

“Sounds good to me. I will be good to her, Doc. I ain’t looking to fuck her over, if that’s what you mean. I will be good to her, as long as fucking her good and hard is what she likes,” he laughed as he spoke, rocking his bar stool back on the rear legs.

As soon as Teddy was done laughing, Heather walked out with a beer in one hand, and a pitcher of ice water in the other. She walked up to the end of our table, handed Teddy his beer, and filled my glass of water, smiling at me as she did.

“I can’t believe as long as you and Kelli have been seeing each other, this is how we finally met,” Heather said as she sat the pitcher down.

“I know. I’m going to say something to her tonight about it,” I said, smiling back at her.

“Is your beer always this cold?” Teddy asked as he took a drink of his beer. His stool was still on the rear legs, leaning back.

“Coldest beer in town, it’s 28 degrees right now. We have a thermometer on the wall,” she responded, pointing to a huge digital thermometer on the wall inside the bar.

“Well, I like it,” Teddy said, smiling back at Heather.

“Hey, Blondie. Why don’t you and those big titties come over here and take our order?” said a voice from across the patio.

I turned and looked in the direction of the voice. There were two tables in the patio that had people at them. One was two elderly gentlemen, eating a late lunch. The other table was a table with six fairly large twenty-something year old guys, all drinking beer. At the same time, I stood from my chair, Teddy stood from his, and Heather spoke.

“Let me go help those guys,” Heather said.

“No, you stand right here,” I said. Heather looked back at me puzzled.

“I got this, Brother,” Teddy said as he took a drink of his beer.

“Which one was it?” he asked as he walked around the end of our table.

“Not sure, I think the one in the wife beater,” I responded.

“What’s going on?” Heather asked.

There was one empty table that separated us. “Teddy’s going to have a talk with those gentlemen,” I paused as I watched Teddy approach the table. “And teach them a little bit about being respectful.”

“Oh my God, I don’t want to get in trouble,” Heather said.

“You’re not, don’t worry,” I assured her.

“I could lose my job,” she said, looking at me worriedly.

“Don’t worry, we know the owner. You’re not going to lose your job over whatever happens here. I don’t care where you are working, never let anyone treat you with disrespect, Heather, do you understand me?” I asked her, realizing that I was talking to her as if she were Kelli.

“Okay,” she said, nodding.

Teddy walked toward the table as if he was going to walk right past it. I noticed that he was looking all of the guys over at the table, kind of sizing them up. They were all sitting down, and not paying attention. As he got close to the end of the table, he turned and grabbed a bar stool from the adjoining table, placed it at the end of their table, and sat down. As soon as he sat, the guy wearing the wife beater stood up.

“How are you fella’s doing?” Teddy asked.

The entire table stopped talking and looked at him. A few of them answered, “Good.”

“I’m Teddy. I’m going to talk, and none of you are going to interrupt me while I am talking, because that’s disrespectful. Understood?”