Page 44 of Dirty

Pee Bee nodded. “No problem.”

I looked at Smokey.

“I’m staying out of it,” he said.

“Stays here,” I growled. “Every word.”

“Sure thing, Cholo.”

“So, what’s up? Pee Bee asked.

“Well, you know about the neighbor, right?”

“Yeah. Her mom? Your old high school squeeze.”

“Not my squeeze,” I said. “She was just some chick I crushed on hard.”

“So, you never fucked with her?”

“Nope.”

He looked confused. “No hand-jobs? Nothing?”

“Not even a fucking hug.”

“Wasn’t much of a girlfriend, then,” Smokey said.

I glared at him.

His hands shot in the air. “I’ll stay out of it.”

“She lived across the street, and I gawked at her for six or eight years. Then, they moved away. Her daughter, who I thought all along was her little sister, gets nabbed, and after getting nowhere with the cops, she goes to our old house, which is still my mother’s place. She gets my sister, and my sister tells her to come to the place I was remodeling,” I explained, setting the stage, so to speak.

“Why’s she think you can help? I mean, you can, and you did, but why does she think so?” Pee Bee asked.

“The guys that took her were Mexicans, and I used to be in a gang when I was a kid.”

He nodded. “Gotcha. She thinks you’ve still got roots.”

I nodded. “Yep.”

“Where you headed with this deal?” Pee Bee asked, his face covered with a guilty grin. “You gonna do the mother-daughter deal? Make one of ‘em lick your butt while the other sucks your cock?”

“That’s what I’m talking about,” Smokey chimed. “A fucking blowjob sandwich.”

I shot Smoke a shitty glare.

His hands shot in the air. “I’ll just listen.”

I turned toward Pee Bee. “Nothing like that, Brother. Just listen. I go over there the other night to check on the daughter. You know, to see if she’s okay. When I get there, mom’s there, but the daughter’s gone. I sit on the couch, and the mom starts feeling my leg, inching her hand a little closer to my cock every few minutes. Now, remember, I’ve never done shit with this bitch, nor have I told her how I felt when I was a kid. I mean, shit. I was 14 when she was 24. I was 21 or 22 when she left, and she was 32.”

“Damn, she lived with her folks all that time?”

“Yeah. But at the time, I didn’t know how old she was. I knew she was older, but not that much older. And, I thought the daughter was her little sister, remember that. The family kind of led all the neighbors to believe that.”

Pee bee nodded. “Okay.”

“So, mom’s rubbing my leg, and the daughter shows up. Now, I can’t control my fucking Johnson, so it’s hard as fuck when the daughter gets there. Anyway, so the mom and me leave to get some more wine, and when we do--”