I made a sour face.
"Ouch. So why did you stay with him?"
"Stupidity probably,” she laughed, “I thought he would change."
I spent the majority of the evening with Renee. We ended up in a booth after closing and she told me how she had even moved here to follow the jerk because he was in the service. She moved her hands a lot when she talked and I watched them carefully. They were long and tapered and I could picture her soft hands doing some sort of office work. I could also picture her soft hands on my body. A tingle was starting between my legs.
"May I have another?” she asked.
"Huh?"
Ok, it wasn't my greatest line.
"Coffee. May I have another?"
"Oh yeah, sure."
Before I could get up, she rose from the booth, walked over to the counter, and reached over the bar to pour another cup of java. When she came back, I was smiling.
"What are you grinning at?” she asked as she sat down.
"You,” I replied. “You're a nice lady."
She tossed her dark hair back over her shoulder and gave me her best pout.
"I'm no lady. Especially staying with an asshole like I did."
"Well, I think you're a lady. We don't think so straight when we think we're in love,” I said kindly. A little more mischievous grin over took my face as I continued. “And besides, I was watching you when you leaned over to get the coffee. You've got a nice ass."
"Jerry,” she scolded playfully, “you shouldn't be looking at my ass yet. We just met."
"I know,” I chuckled, “but my eyes are just drawn to a nice bottom. I hope you don't mind."
"I would mind if you hadn't noticed,” she giggled.
At three o'clock, we decided to call it a night and made a date for dinner for the next evening. She was a delightful lady, and I wanted to show her what a true gentleman could be like.
As I walked her to her car, a man stepped out of the shadows and stood between her vehicle and us.
"What are you doing here, bitch?” he snarled.
"J … Jeff!” she squealed, “What are you doing here?"
"Looking for you. What the hell are you doing here? Why aren't you at home?"
His words were a bit slurred and I knew he had been drinking. Renee stood her ground.
"You left, remember? We aren't together anymore."
"Who says we aren't together anymore?” he yelled. “Get your fat ass back to the house before I slap the shit out of you."
I could feel my blood beginning to boil, but I kept my cool.
"Look, buddy,” I told him, “there's no need to talk to the lady like that. Why don't you come inside? I'll get you a cup of coffee and call you a cab."
He looked at me as if he was seeing me for the first time.
"Who the fuck are you?” he shouted. “This is none of your fuckin’ business. Get out of my way!"
He put his hand on me to shove me away, but his push didn't even budge me. He looked up at me again. He looked to be about five foot nine and a bit underweight, and I knew that I could take him, but I didn't want any trouble.
"The lady obviously doesn't want you around,” I told him, “so why don't you leave?"
He took a step back and turned his attention to Renee again.
"I told you to get your ass back to the house!” he slurred.
"It's not your house, Jeff,” she told him, “it's mine, and I've had the locks changed so you can't get in. Your stuff is on the curb."
Hearing this information infuriated him and he slapped her across the face. She quickly grabbed her cheek and I pushed him back against the car.
"Don't ever touch her again!” I told him.
I drew my arm back to punch him in the nose, but before I could swing a fist, she stepped in front of me and punched him herself. As he sat sprawled on the ground holding his bleeding nose, she began ranting.
"You son of a bitch!” she screamed. “You lied to me, you cheated on me, you spent all my money! I loved you! I wanted to marry you! And now you think we should go back to my house together?! Forget it! You're a sorry excuse for a man!"
"Please, baby,” he began to grovel as he got up on his knees. “I still love you. I want us to be together. Please, can't we kiss and make up?"
She looked at me, smiled, turned around, bent over, then put her finger on her bottom and made a hot, hissing sound, as if her tush was too hot to handle.
"Kiss this,” she said.
I grinned at her as she smiled back over her shoulder, and decided that he should do just that. Grabbing him by the collar, I hauled him over to her on his knees.
"Kiss it,” I told him.
He looked up at me.
"You … You've got to be kidding?” he stuttered.
I raised an eyebrow.
"Do I look like I'm kidding?"
He swallowed a lump in his throat and leaned forward to kiss the back of her skirt.