Always Dog

“Rick regrouped and took a deep breath. He entered the room; determined to get the conversation going his way, so he could get his information. He had to find out who gave her his cell phone number. She was downing the second bottle of 20/20. She stopped to take a breath, and slowly slurred out, “Ricky, if you aren’t dead, were you in prison all this time? I mean you had a funeral and everything… what happened baby?” Rick’s agitation made his head start to swell with pressure. He wanted to slap the bitch around and make her tell him what he wanted to know. Rick walked over to the window, easing his breathing so he wouldn’t loose his cool; he could outsmart this dingbat any day. He’ll just give her the same story he gave the landlord and get on with this interrogation. Rick slowly turned around and faced Sissy. He said, “I actually did go to prison. I was sent up north and did my time there. I was released a few months ago, and back in Virginia just a few days to take care of a few things, and then I’m out. I don’t want my family and friends to know that I’m still alive… ‘Cause sort of in a sense… I am dead.” Sissy shook her head and poked her lips out, scorning Rick. She said, “Now Ricky, I got that same story from the landlord and don’t think I believe that for one minute.” The pressure in Rick’s head exploded as he thought… So, the landlord is the Narc… Rick gritted his teeth. He should have known! Who else could have had that information here in town? That little bastard! Selling me out! Rick was going to make his miserable little ass pay for this one. He remembered his ugly face with his hair-lip in a grimace as spit ran down his lips when he spoke. His hair-lip won’t be the only thing making him spit all over himself while talking after Rick’s through with him. Rick wanted to slice his miserable tongue right out of his head. Rick wasn’t paying any attention to Sissy as she stood up and walked towards him. She was taking her shirt off and licking her lips; looking like an over-the-hill cheap hooker. There was nothing to justify the landlord telling this slut his personal information. Rick would deal with him later. Sissy was standing in the middle of the room, naked from the waste up. Her once overly large jugs had turned into two deflated, blemished, spider-veined meat masses that hung down to her waste line with no sign of a nipple on either. She stood there, waiting for Rick to answer her question. Rick began to sweat with agitation. This visit was over; he had gotten what he wanted. No more pleasantries, no more small talk. And the bitch definitely ain’t getting the last two bottles of MD 20/20! He’d rather give it to the dog.”