Tit for tat – #WriteWithUs

Pam M. via Flickr

Pam M. via Flickr

Lowell was anxious to get married again but claimed, “I don’t wanna put my heart back out there and get filleted it again.” As the old saying goes, third time’s a charm. He blamed those first two wives for clobbering his pride along with his bank account. Meeting them at church proved no guarantee of their sincerity. Who could blame them? They saw him coming. Lowell is gullible, an easy mark. He always sets his expectations too high. I love to spoil them.

We met at a roadside diner out by the truck stop. His latest route came through that week, and I just happened to be working an overnight. One glance in his direction, and he was hooked. No pun intended.

Marrying Lowell gave me the perfect setup for my business. I’m the boss now. No more hard nights for me. The girls only come by when Lowell goes back on the road. As much money as they make, they all have the latest phone, so they text me before delivering payment. My cut is big enough to keep me in a new Camaro and the latest styles they get in down at The Buckle.

Who says those clothes are too young for me? You’re only as old as you feel, and I look damn good.

Better than most of my girls. Many have had black eyes, broken noses. I’m better to them than that. No rough stuff. Their customers neither. Their protection is covered. They give me my part of the take, and I’ll send ‘em over to the plastic surgeon in Raleigh to get fixed up. Maybe even get ‘em a new set of chompers.

I don’t put up with no drugs, though. If they’re druggin,’ they’re out! That’s what led ’em to get their teeth knocked out in the first place. Either the rat poison that’s in it, or actin’ the fool while they’re on it. Who’d put that crap up their nose? If I treat ‘em right, keep ‘em in a decent place, they got no reason to get high. Least not to make it through the night. I treat ‘em decent. I love to spoil them, too.

Now Lowell’s a different story. He deserves what he gets. Told me the other day, “Shana, you better do me right, gal.” Hell, I’m the best thing ever happened to that man. Cook him a nice supper when he’s home and listen to him run his mouth.

Plus, It’s only one night a month. Viagra doesn’t work for the man, so I don’t have to work neither. I know better than believing the stories he says about them first two wives. See, the waitress at the truck stop cafe warned me about him before he came in the door. Said he’d run off the first two women with his boring personality.

He said it was love gone wrong … they took him for all he was worth, ran around on him. That’s when he went on the road. All those years on my back came to a stop when I saw him head in to pay for his gas. Took nothing to win him over. Maybe he fell for my pretty smile.

I think it was my perky bosom. It’s my own, too. Didn’t even make him buy me a new set. Wonder what the silly schlub would do if he knew ol’ Tony Jones next door sure likes looking at ‘em when he’s gone. I even let him look for free.

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Nonamedufus provided this week’s writing prompt, I love to spoil them, for this fictional piece. Studio30

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12 responses to “Tit for tat – #WriteWithUs

  1. I thought this was funny. I love her voice and her pragmatic view of life. Poor Lowell though.

  2. Fascinating piece. I quite enjoyed it. I’m wondering about her perky boobs. Sounds like she loved to spoil them.

  3. I really like this. I like the different “voice.” You’re going to have so much fun at your workshop next weekend!

  4. You can almost hear her accent. What a great piece. I thoroughly enjoyed it.

  5. Kir Piccini

    I really loved her voice, it was well written enough for me to hate/like her spirit all at once.

    • Thanks, Kir! I feel the same way about Shana – while you have to give it to her for being a survivor, she sure goes about it in a self-centered way oblivious to how she tramples anybody in her way.

  6. Hi Katy! I just spent some time perusing several of your posts. Kudos to you for using your blog space for actual writing – I love that. This is a great piece. So many layers to be developed…

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