Page 51 of Baby Girl

“Ride it like you stole it, you know how I do it, Doc,” he said, smiling.

I shook my head.

“So, how’s Heather?” I asked.

“She’s god damn good, Doc,” Teddy responded, nodding his head.

“Good, you guys actually get along?” I asked.

“Oh hell, Doc, all we been doin’ is fucking for the last few weeks. She fucks me silly. Gets those big titties out, gets on top of me, and she just rides my meat like she’s getting’ paid,” he said, laughing.

“Do you guys get along?” I asked.

“Shit, I just told ya,” he said, scowling at me like I was an idiot.

“What’s her last name?” I asked.

He raised his eyebrows.

“Middle name?”

He raised his eyebrows again, and shook his head.

“Birthday?”

“Fuck Doc, we been fuckin’, not filling out applications for employment. I ain’t got no goddamned idea what her fuckin’ name is - beyond Heather. Wouldn’t know that had you not told me. I don’t know where she lives, when her birthday is, or nothing. I know this, she’s six foot fucking two, and her titties are 34 J’s. I looked at her bra.

“Jesus, J’s?” I asked.

“Yep, J’s,” Teddy responded, smiling as he nodded his head in an exaggerated fashion.

“Biggest fuckers I ever seen. They’re crazy big. And, she ain’t got no kids, so they’re still good and high. Well, as high as a ten pound titty can be.”

“Well, that’s good, I suppose,” I said, laughing.

“How’s baby girl,” Teddy asked.

“She’s good. She’s a damn good girl. She may be around for a bit,” I said, waiting to see how Teddy would respond.

“Well, if she makes you happy, Doc, it makes me happy.”

“Hey, you hear about A-Train?” Teddy asked.

“Well, I heard there was some mess with him and his wife, but that’s it,” I answered.

“Listen to this. Lemme see. Okay, Train’s wife was hanging out with that friend of his, Steve. They’re going to lunch, getting a coffee, and shit like that. So, people start telling Train, Hey, Steve’s fuckin’ your girl. Train tells ‘em all, Nope. I don’t believe it. This was maybe a month ago, from the way I heard it,” Teddy said, stopping as the waitress walked out.

The waitress delivered our drinks, and left menu’s at the table.

“Where’s Heather?” I asked.

“Working inside. She ain’t got the patio today. Okay, so this goes on for a bit, people telling Train that his girl’s being laid by his buddy Steve. He tells ‘em bullshit. So, I guess a week ago, maybe two, Train pulls her aside one night. They’re at home. He asks her, you fucking Steve? She tells him no. He says he can tell by looking at her she’s telling a damn lie. He asks her again, she starts balling. Admits to fucking Steve for a few months,” Teddy stopped and took a gulp from his beer.

“So, he tells her, okay, it ain’t that big of a deal. He says they can get through this. Work it out. Tells her to agree to stop fucking Steve. She agrees, and begs Train to not beat Steve’s ass. Train agrees. Now I am telling you, I’d a beat the brakes off that motherfucker if he had fucked my girl. But, you know A-Train; he’s all about giving a guy a chance. Guy. Girl. Hell, anybody. Heaven help a motherfucker crosses him twice, though,” he took another gulp from his beer, swallowed, and took a breath.

“Let me get this straight…he caught her fucking Steve - or she admitted to it, and he said they could work it out?” I asked, shaking my head in disbelief.

“Yeah, wait. There’s a bunch more. So…a few weeks or maybe a week or whatever passes, and she don’t come home from work. Sends Train a text. Says she’s working late – which she does often. But it’s a Friday, so Train wonders. He says he gets to wondering why work Friday night and not Saturday or Sunday morning. You know how he’s always thinking, he’s slick…”