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holding
Candi’s head down, strong-arming her, and she was crying
painfully.
    “ What about this, pig? You
think you’d wanna get some of that?” Candi was really crying now,
pain, and shame clear on her face as she pleaded with him to
stop.
    I’d had enough before he
pushed her dress up over her hips, and folded it over her lower
back; and by the time he tore away her silky, string bikini
panties, I was in action.
    I jumped up from the couch
and slammed my fist right into his kisser, mashing his broken nose
flat. When the weasel started to raise the gun, I gave him the
one-two and he sank to the floor, unconscious. I drew my gun and
jammed it against the back of Joshua’s head, while he tried feebly
to raise himself.
    “ You’re havin’ a real bad
night pal. If I was you, I’d let bygones be bygones.” He turned his
head to look at me and I gave him some chin music.
    I reached for Candi and
pulled her to me. I inspected her lip and pushed her dress down
over her bare bottom.
    “ C’mon Thurman, let’s get
out of here.”
    I shook my head. I had it in
my mind to hook these two yo-yo’s up with a one way ticket to
county.
    “ Go call the
cops.”
    She looked up at me with
those damned doe eyes again. I really should have given her some
chin music just then and went on my merry way, but as I may have
failed to mention, I’m weak on dames.
    “ He was gonna rape me, but
you saved me.”
    She put her arms around my
neck and bawled.
    “ Call the cops while they’re
down.”
    “ Oh baby, just get me out of
here. Let’s go to your place.”
    She raised her leg and
crossed it behind mine. She rubbed herself against me, changing my
channel with no effort at all.
    I holstered my gun and took
her by the hand. I marched her to the door, opened it and she
looked back across the room.
    “ I need my
purse.”
    “ Up to you. I’m goin’ to the
car. If you’re in it, when it leaves, you can come
along.”
    She cowed me with those big
brown eyes, and I felt my thick Candi shell start to
melt.
    “ Hurry up.”
    I went out the door while
she went for her purse. To that point, I really didn’t remember
seeing a purse, at least not like I think of a purse, but she had
to take that cigarette case and lighter out of
somewhere.
    I’d made my ride and was
pulling away from the curb, when she came to the door. I looked
from her to the door and back before I unlocked it.
    “ You weren’t
bullshitting?”
    She was trying to bust my
balls, but I wasn’t having any of it.
    “ Like I told you before, I’m
generally not capable of it.”
    “ Good, maybe you aren’t
capable of hitting a woman.”
    “ I’m considering taking it
up.”
    She pulled a bag of ice from
somewhere and held it to her swollen cheek. Her lip was fat and her
words were a bit slurred. She was quiet for the moment while I
drove us away from there.
    I was pissed and felt
half-baked, but I hadn’t had much more than that shorty at White
Walls, and that stout at Candi’s. I took Center Street down to High
Street and turned right. I cruised through downtown, trying to
clear my head; but when I just about had it done, Candi ruined
it.
    “ You might as well hit me,
Thurman, every other man does.”
    I looked at her, waiting on
her to ask me to take her back to that house. I was wondering if
she was sharing it, maybe with that beefcake, or the weasel; maybe
both, now that I think of it. she was whining about some pretty
kinky stuff when the beefcake had her bent over.
    “ I don’t know. Every time I
think I like you, somebody sticks a gun in my face.”
    “ I know and I’m
sorry.”
    Like I said, I’m weak on
broads. I was weaker still on broads who sounded
pathetic.
    “ Maybe now would be a good
time for you to tell me the truth, without all the
business?”
    I was enjoying her being
quiet for the moment. It was almost ten o’clock and I was getting
hungry. I thought we were gonna have a date. I could still taste
the steak I’d missed out on at the