After about ten minutes a walking without passing no likely candidates for a butt-whomping, we came upon Ravelli's Deli, an old place with a long tradition a selling salami and a variety a other assorted old world meat products. Some guy stood on the stoop next to a wicker basket full a pepperoni sticks. He had beady black eyes and matching teeth. I didn't like the look a him. But that was only coincidence. The best thing about him was how he'd make a perfect asshole to beat up.
And when he said something to Janice he only finalized himself as my target.
He'd called her a whore.
I don't let no one call the whore I'm with a whore -- even if she is a whore. The rage flared off a me like solar storms. I stepped toward him already flexing my pecs in intimidation. "The fuck you say?" I said.
"Fuck-a, man. Get fuck out my face."
He tried to walk away and avoid the consequences of calling my whore a whore and worst of all he tried to thwart me expressing my love and no one can be allowed to get away with that. So I blocked his path.
There's only so much you can do to get around a brick shit house like me, not to mention a howitzer-sized cock that coulda disembowled him at a moment's notice. You could say he was fucked.
Janice pulled on my muscular and supremely masculine arm. "It's okay, Bob. Let's just go."
But no feminist can understand the ways of a alpha male.
I stoked my overhwelming need to defend her and turned to the tiny foreign immigrant. Before I could even get a word out, he tried to rebut me.
I don't like rebuttals.
So I started driving my knuckles into his face at a steady rhythm. Only took three beats to put him down.
When he was one unconscious, bloody mess, I stood atop him, yelling, who's the man? and told him if he was smart he'd stay down.
Janice pulled at my dominant arm like she was trying to get a steamy creamy treat out a it, but I didn't have the heart to tell her it was the wrong appendage for that.
"He wasn't calling me a whore," she said, "he was saying I was his whore. Meaning, he's one of my customers!" She looked at him, the bloody lump all helpless and beaten on the sidewalk, and asked him if he was okay.
When he didn't say shit because his mouth was swollen shut and full a blood, she said, "He didn't mean it, Geno."
The fuck I didn't, but I didn't see no point in arguing with her. I already felt like a dipshit. So just to make it look good, I turned to the guy to apologize, but his eyes fluttered in his eyesockets and I figured there wasn't much point.
"I was just defending your honor," I said to Janice.
For a second, she looked at me like she was gonna cry. Then she kissed my cheek. I wasn't sure what that was all about but I think I'd proved my point.
In the distance, sirens wailed. I figured someone had seen how much I loved Janice and called the cops on me for an unnecessary public display of affection. I wasn't about to let the authorities arrest us over something so honorable so I grabbed Janice's hand and led her around the corner. We ran a few blocks until we found an alley. Once we were through the alley and all a its shit, we ran a couple more blocks until the sirens were a thing a the past.
About a minute later, she tugged on my arm and pulled me to a stop.
"Kiss me," she said. "Don't say another word until you've kissed me."
We put our lips together. This time the sensation was different. Wasn't only body parts tingling, but it was my innards as well. I went off into some world where me and Janice were the only creatures on the planet. When we kissed, nothing else mattered: not money, not health, not clothing, not the fact that I had booger-flecked blood on the knuckles of my right hand. It was me and Janice, a laborer and a whore, and we were connecting in this awful world as best we could.
When the kiss was over, we pulled away slowly, aching for the moment to last, but needing to breathe too. There was a new look in her eye. I could tell it meant she was sprouting feelings for me.
"I don't know how to explain it," she said, "but you make me feel safe, Bob."
I didn't wanna tell her how she made me feel, but she could a figured it out by the shape a my zipper.
"You ever gonna charge me to get inside your twat again?" I cooed softly.
"You're on the house from now on, Bobby."
The sun was setting. the last rays died on the horizon and darkness was setting in. Her eyes glittered with the last strains a light as she looked up into my eyes, searching for whatever I had hidden inside me (which ain't nothing). I felt my heart beat in my dick.
That was when our love began.
But if I would a had any idea how things were going to turn out, I would a walked away from her right there.
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