Life was fucking good.
I looked up, as Jennie refilled my coffee cup.
"Will there be anything else, Mr. T?"
"Not right now."
"Will I see you tonight?"
She was a beautiful girl, but not the brightest bulb on the tree.
But she was one great piece of ass and she didn't set me back the $1000 that a good hooker would.
What can I say? I have expensive taste.
"Let's say around 10?"
Jenny blew me a kiss and walked away.
I could hear her, even before I could see her.
She stormed into the dining room, interrupting my morning coffee.
"You fucking prick."
I put down the morning paper and smiled at her.
"Morning, Susan."
"You fucking lied to me."
"Me? Lie?" I said, innocently.
"I want my half."
I sipped my coffee.
"Your half of what?"
"Those stupid fucking hockey cards and comics.
My lawyer told me they were probably worth a fortune."
I shook my head.
"I have no idea what you are talking about."
She kicked the chair in front of her, knocking over my coffee.
I pushed my seat back, just in time or I would have had scalded nuts, from the hot coffee.
She really had a bad fucking temper.
She leaned across the table.
"I will go to the police. I will take you to court and sue your fucking skinny ass."
My ass is not skinny.
"I don't know what you are talking about," I repeated.
At that moment, Pierre, the restaurant manager came to my table.
"Is there a problem here, Mr. T?"
Susan turned to him, red faced.
"Fuck off faggot. This is a private conversation."
"You are disturbing the other customers, miss. I must ask you to leave."
