Yolanda entered the small Mexican bar and grill in the same apparel she had worn for class that evening. Burgundy sweatshirt and yoga pants with a leafy camouflage design. Even with her glossy black locks messily styled upward, she looked far better off and put together than most of the patrons in the causal yet shoddy establishment.
Noticing Jessie making small talk with a few customers, Yolanda found a place to sit at the far end of the bar. In contrast Jessie was a wide-hipped young woman sporting a big belly and chubby thighs. The turquoise blouse Jessie wore was Spanish in style, her lengthy black skirt reaching her ankles. Fairly pretty, Jessie’s blondish-brown hair curling at her shoulders.
Recognizing Yolanda at the bar, Jessie made a beeline over to her.
“I’m sorry, Yolanda, but it’ll be a few minutes before we can talk, let me get you a drink while you wait”, Jessie’s tone wrought with anxiety.
Yolanda nodded, “That’s not a bad idea, what about a glass of brandy?”
Jessie hugged Yolanda, “Thanks for being so supportive, Sasha couldn’t have a better friend.”
“Well what do you expect”, Yolanda replied, “Marco is a savage, we have to get Sasha away from that animal!”
Jessie pulled away from Yolanda, “You said you wanted brandy, I’ll be right back.”
Curiously Jessie didn’t summon the bartender but took it upon herself to fetch the drink. Disappearing into the kitchen for a couple of minutes, soon enough bringing Yolanda the brandy.
“Here ya go, it’s a special brand that Joe keeps in back for his special customers”, Jessie chirped, “Tell me how you like it. I’m really not a brandy drinker but your opinion might change my mind.”
“Yeah, okay”, Yolanda smiled, sipping the brandy as Jessie backed away, “Give me ten minutes and I’ll be back.”
Yolanda sipped the beverage which held a peculiar aftertaste that she simply disregarded.
A couple guys who Yolanda was familiar from her years as a gang member sought her company but she gave them the brush off.
Jessie was away longer then ten minutes, which didn’t help her perturb attitude concerning Sheila being with Marco.
Then it happened, Yolanda felt a tinge warm, the room began spinning around, she clutched the bar to remain seated on the stool. Softly muttering, “Jessie…”
Yolanda’s vision blurred just as the dizziness somewhat subsided, rubbing her head, sighing aloud.
Jessie didn’t say anything as she helped Yolanda off the bar stool, steering her out of the establishment, on route to her apartment.
“I feel sick…dizzy”, Yolanda’s voice scarcely audible.
Jessie helped Yolanda up the stairs to her apartment, rummaging through Yolanda’s purse for the keys.
Yolanda held her hand to her head, Jessie securing her at the waist.
The door open, Jessie brought Yolanda over to the sofa.
“Thanks…you”, Yolanda uttered while diagonally seated on the sofa, “I feel a little faint, dizzy, my head’s throbbing.”
Jessie nodded, “I’ll get you some water.”
Jessie hurried into the kitchen where she filled a glass with water.
Reaching into her purse, she removed a small envelop that contained a white powdery substance which she mixed into the water.
Yolanda opened her eyes the moment Jessie returned, handing her the glass, “Drink all of it; it’ll help you feel better.”
Yolanda consumed the entire glass, landing backward on the cushions upon returning the glass into Jessie’s hand.
“Got sick so fast, don’t know what happened”, Yolanda squinted, “But we have to see about Sasha.”
Jessie wagged her head, “I don’t think so, you need to go to bed.”
Yolanda tilted her head, “Please call Marco, I need to talk with him…”
An acidity smirk formed over Jessie’s chubby face and she wasn’t exactly gentle in the way she handled Yolanda off the sofa.
“Oh I’ll call Marco, don’t you worry”, Jessie dourly grinned as she yanked Yolanda off the sofa.
Yolanda blinked a couple times, “Wha…gives?”
Jessie grabbed Yolanda’s collar and pulled Yolanda toward her bedroom.
“How you feel?” Jessie inquired.
“Brutally sick, why you so….” Yolanda never finished her question, Jessie tossing her unto the bed.
Yolanda rolled her eyes, her dizziness continuing in a fury as the room whirled around.
Jessie tore the sneakers off Yolanda’s feet, subsequently removing her yoga pants and sweatshirt.
Yolanda pleaded with a gasp, “Sto…stop! Whyyyy, soooo rooo..rough?”
“Going to get you nice and comfortable, chica!” Jessie giggled.
Yolanda’s eyes grew wide as Jessie removed her bra, her panties next.
“You like making me jealous, right?” Jessie said, playfully smacking Yolanda’s smooth shapely ass.
“I don’t know what you tak..talking about!” Yolanda grumbled.
Yolanda slowly covered herself up with the blanket, Jessie loudly shrieked, “Oh please, don’t play me off as dumb. You’re a show off, you like flashing your sexy body, wearing cute outfits I can’t fit into!”
Yolanda sighed, “Where is this coming frro..from…we friends…”
“No, Yolanda, we used to be friends but your attitude toward me and of course Marco reveals what you really think of us!”
“Marco? What does Marco have to…do with this?” Yolanda questioned.
“You said stupid shit about Marco not being good enough for me!” Jessie shouted, “You’ve been on a nasty streak for too long thinking you’re better than us. Little chica, you’re going to be taught a lesson, you’re going to be put in your place.”
Yolanda snorted, her alluring features twisting in confusion.
“Take a nap, company will be over soon”, Jessie rattled off in a syrupy tone before shutting out the lights and leaving the room.
In the front room Jessie grabbed her cell phone and called Marco.
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Marco was anticipating Jessie’s call, he answered the phone while watching TV, Sheila was in the bedroom nibbling on chocolates after smoking some weed.
“I did just as you told me”, Jessie cheerfully informed Marco, “Right now she’s in bed, the drug did the trick just like you said.”
“That’s fine, thanks, I’ll be over in ten minutes”, Marco excitedly announced.
“You’re going to get me the diet pills, right?” Jessie asked.
“Consider it done”, Marco replied, “Okay, keep the door unlocked, I’ll be over shortly!”
The conversation coming to a close, Marco strutted into the bedroom.
Sheila immediately smiled at Marco the moment he entered the room, a stream of chocolate oozing over her lips.
“All done with’d your work, darling? Time to get romantic”, Sheila acknowledged Marco while in a weed induced stupor.
Marco walked over to his dresser and tossed a few things into his bag, “Actually I have an errand to run but I won’t be gone that long. You just enjoy the candy; maybe take a nap, okay?”
Marco turned around, his vaguely nasty grin widened in scope as his eyes settled on Sheila.
Maybe it was the poor lighting in the room but Sheila’s face appeared more swollen than usual, her tangled locks glued to the side of her face, her breasts owning a buttery look and the dirty sheet that contained her plump form couldn’t masquerade the inflated dome in which weeks earlier had been a negligible tummy pouch.
Marco chuckled, making Sheila fat was much more important than having sex.
“Nah, sweetheart, we’ll hold off from the sex just for tonight. I’d be very pleased if you nibbled wholeheartedly, enjoy my well stocked fridge.”
“Eat all you like”, Marco slickly smiled as he walked over to Sheila.
“You really okay with that?” Sheila question.
Marco laid a hand over Sheila’s belly, endorsing his remark with a kiss.
“I want my woman content and happy, at this point I can deal with any additional weight you pack on”, Marco stepped back, “My beautiful woman. Maybe we go out tomorrow night, have dinner somewhere nice and not in a white neighborhood.”
“I like that”, Sheila peeped.
Marco steadily walked out of the room; from the mirror he could see Sheila stuffing a handful of chocolates into her mouth.
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Marco entered the apartment; Jessie was centered on the sofa, phone in hand, reviewing her social media.
“Yolanda’s in the bedroom”, Jessie smiled, swiftly walking over to Marco.
Marco bestowed Jessie a kiss, subsequently digging into his bag, handing her two containers of pills.
“These aren’t magic pills; they only curb your appetite, your going to have to work out.”
Jessie hugged Marco returning the kiss, pushing her knockers into his body.
“Thank you!” Jessie giggled, “I’ll be on my way then. You’ll call me, right?”
Marco lifted his eyebrows, “I was hoping you’d give me hand.”
Jessie flung her hand over her breast, “Really? You want me to help?”
Marco grabbed Jessie by her waist, “Of course what happens has to stay between us. Understand?”
Jessie grinned, “Right, Marco, I know about that. Yolanda got a bad attitude when she left the gang, like we’re scum. Now she acts so smart coz she’s going to college, and like, she betrays our culture.”
“Oh I’m sure Yolanda will feel differently about our culture, she’ll truly feel lost outside our neighborhood”, Marco’s replied with his signature bad boy smirk.
“But then again, her new career will make it necessary for her to scurry out of our community depending where she’s employed.”
Jessie didn’t know what Marco meant, broadcast by her confused expression.
Marco chuckled, “You didn’t mention Yolanda’s looks. Ain’t you at least somewhat envious, doesn’t she make you feel less attractive because men desire her kind?”
“Exactly”, Jessie softly agreed. “How often do us large girls lose guys to girls like her. Too often.”
“Well then”, Marco eagerly told Jessie, “Go into the kitchen and find some ground beef, plenty of cheese and beans or whatever, cook it up for her. See me when you’re done.”
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Yolanda was in a semi-conscious state when she felt two strong hands grabbing her arms and pulling her out of bed. Marco didn’t toss Yolanda on the floor as hard as he wanted but it was hard enough, and she angrily voiced her objection, “Shit! What the hell!”
Yolanda pushed back her locks, simultaneously lifting her face, discovering Marco standing above her.
“Marco…what the fuck, where’s Sasha?”
“Speak to me in Spanish, chica”, Marco sternly demanded.
Yolanda made an attempt to get up off the floor, although even if the dizziness hindered her effort. Marco was plainly against it.
“Stay where you be! I know how you hate me standing over you, hoochie, get used to it!”
Yolanda steadily planted a hand firmly on the floor to keep her poise, “Ug, Marco, where’s Sasha..?”
Marco sat down on the bed, “Well that’s a very good question which I’ll answer in a minute. But first I need to caution you a little. It’s for your benefit to understand this while you’re still in a right mind.”
Yolanda grimaced, “What are you talking about?”
Marco reached over, momentarily taking hold of Yolanda’s chin, “I don’t want you interrupting me, cow, just nod to let me know you understand.”
Marco smiled, his composure seemingly diplomatic, “I can assure you your child won’t be harm, your family is a different story. If you play nice I’ll leave them alone, be naughty and well, I’ll see that your two brother in laws lose their jobs and I’ll make sure my boys hassle them on occasion. Be a real shame if somebody narcs on them and the cops find illegal contraband in their homes or cars.”
“This is where you nod”, Marco sneered at Yolanda who complied with a quick shake of her head.
Marco stood up and walked around Yolanda, “On all fours now! Take the position!”
“Marco! I’m so weak, I can’t, I’m unable to do so…” Yolanda nervously screeched, “Please don’t fuck me!”
Marco chuckled, “You don’t have to worry, stupid! I’ll never consider you for a piece of ass ever again. I only want to get a last look at that beautiful ass you got!”
Yolanda managed the best she could, directing her shapely derriere upward.
“You have it all going on woman, that’s one cute ass you have! Wow!” Marco again chuckled, subsequently returning to the bed.
“I’ll get to Sasha in a minute”, Marco conveyed as he removed a cigar out from his pocket, along with matches that he tossed on the floor.
“From this moment on you’re a peasant, you don’t deserve my generosity or respect. I’ll even share this with the community. Yolanda Monterey is no longer under my protection, no more discounts while shopping or other privileges. If some street punk gets fresh with you, I don’t give a shit anymore. If you’re short a couple dollars at the food store or beauty salon, what the fuck do I care. Yeah, you can fend for yourself, although everybody will know you’re a meager peasant.”
“I don’t care…” Yolanda sighed, “Soon as I graduate, get good job, I’m gone..”
Marco rolled his eyes, “Didn’t I tell you not to interrupt me?”
“Do it again and you’ll regret it.”
Yolanda lowered her eyes, Marco pointed to the matches, “Okay, peasant girl, light my cigar. Be careful not to burn me, I’ll then have to remove some of your teeth.”
Yolanda knew that if she didn’t comply it wouldn’t end well for her, thus she grabbed the matches and crawled over to Marco. Yolanda sighed in relief, she lit Marco’s cigar without a hitch.
“That’s a good peasant, very nice”, Marco said with a funky grin, “You know your place.”
Marco took a drag from the cigar, gazing down at Yolanda; he diligently shared the details concerning Sheila.
“I’m going to be more considerate and affectionate to Sasha. I’m going have her believe we’re in a real relationship. She’ll continue to get heavier but I’ll give her the false confidence that I don’t mind her size. Maybe she’ll even get pregnant which would be gravy but whatever. Thing is, chica, once Sasha gets tubby enough past the point of no return, I’m going to dump her in the most humiliating way imaginable. I’ll also have her evicted from this apartment and get her fired from Joe’s. Yeah, she’ll maybe find work at that sweatshop factory you used to work at or maybe, like I give a fuck.”
Marco paused to enjoy another drag from his cigar, then continued.
“Don’t judge me as that cruel, she looked down at me despite our relationship, she got to know what it’s like being treated like crap. If anything Rosa Gonzales will probably take her in but she would need to work and as an undocumented citizen, she’d have to work somewhere unpleasant and for pennies.”
Jessie then entered the room, Marco pointing over to Yolanda.
“Block out what you know of this chica, she’s no longer one of us but is obligated to serve us in whatever menial chores that needs to get done.”
Jessie smirked at Yolanda, proceeding to join Marco at the bed where she placed her hand over his shoulder, “I finished with the food. Anything else?”
Marco flicked the cigar ash unto the floor, “Well, two things. First off, help yourself to whatever this lowly reject has. Jewelry, clothes, as much as you like.”
Jessie grinned, “Wow, totally cool! Thanks, Marco!”
Jessie delivered her thanks with a kiss.
Marco looked straight at Yolanda, but his comments were directed at Jessie.
“Second, tell me, and be honest. Doesn’t Yolanda have a beautiful body, and her face, definitely gorgeous. Right?”
Jessie had to agree but she rattled off in an apathetic manner, “Yeah, Marco. She is very beautiful. I used to look so good, even better, remember? Damn, how does she do it? Yolanda comes from a family of buffaloes.”
Marco softly giggled, “Well, buffaloes, cows, big nasty livestock, but you’ll outrank her in beauty again.”
Jessie smugly grinned at Yolanda, subsequently smiling at Marco, “Thanks to you“, presuming the thug was hinting at the diet pills he furnished her.
Marco tapped Jessie’s balloon shaped ass, “Go on, help yourself to the clothes and things this peasant doesn’t deserve or need.”
Yolanda lowered herself to the floor while Jessie helped herself to whatever she wanted, Marco eventually asking her to resume with the pillaging later, he wanted to continue with Yolanda alone.
Jessie was about to leave the room when Marco called over to her, “Just a minute, help me get her into bed.”
Yolanda sighed, thinking Marco was finally having pity on her.
“She’s heavier than she looks!” Jessie sung out as they hiked Yolanda upward, Marco chuckled at the remark.
Yolanda was squared away on the mattress, Marco calmly telling Jessie, “Run off now, I’ll call you when needed.”
Jessie nodded; obeying Marco she left the bedroom.
“How you feel?” Marco asked Yolanda in the same calm tone.
“Sick, I’m a little dizzy and feel numb….”
Marco moved toward his bag and removed a few items; from there he resumed his place on the bed.
“You’re going to feel better in a few minutes, just relax, chica”, Marco charmingly smiled.
Yolanda could feel the cold rubber of a makeshift tunicate being wrapped around her arm, “What are you doing?”
“Hush, peasants should never question their betters, its improper”, Marco wisecracked.
“No, I’m serious”, Yolanda replied as she felt the alcohol pad’s moisture against her arm, “You’re drugging me? You disgusting son-of-a…”
“Be quiet, I need to concentrate, I have to inject this into a good vein!” Marco harshly retorted, “Remember you should comply to keep your family safe.”
“Okay, you’re going to feel a pinch”, Marco added just before injecting Yolanda with the drug.
Marco slid his body against Yolanda, “I need to fix you, correct your misconceptions. Remember that weed I bought that the American government sprayed with a chemical. The weed I had Sasha smoke. Remember?”
“Yeah, it put her in a trance, some kind of hypnotizing or, what the fuck have you done to me?” Yolanda fearfully groused.
“I had a lab in Mexico City analyze this weed, they were able to isolate it or something, whatever”, Marco excitedly remarked, “It’ll take a few minutes to take effect, just enough time for me to tell you what’s going to happen to you.”
Yolanda angrily sneered, “You fucking asshole…”
“Hold your temper”, Marco chuckled, his bad boy grin more pungent then ever.
“I could make it all worse, don’t goad me to do so.”
Yolanda felt unusually warm, blinking a couple times, she was still alert but her mind was beginning to feel fuzzy.
“Remember what I said about sending Sasha down to Mexico for a while, you’re going instead. Hector is expecting you; he has a nice job lined up for you. You’re going to be conditioned into the perfect housekeeper. Docile, subservient and not so smart.”
Yolanda reached out and placed her hand over Marco’s forearm, “No, Marco. I’ll cause no trouble for you, remm…remember we used to be fond of each other, please give me a break…”
“Give you a break!” Marco humorously smirked, “I’m doing you a favor. I think you got too arrogant, talking down to me like I was just a punk, going to college, wanting to move in with the gringos. Shit, you should be happy I’m getting you reacquainted with your culture. When you get back here, you definitely won’t fit in with the whites, you’ll be an uneducated Mexican girl groomed for menial labor.”
Yolanda sighed, “Marco, you gotta stop this, please…”
“The best part, Yolanda, is that when you arrive you’ll be sent to live with a couple of poor women. Spinsters who have debt to pay, a debt which I’ll settle for them. Such a pretty face you have Yolanda, nice cheek bones, lean jaw. I imagine you won’t look so beautiful when they fatten you up into near obesity.”
Yolanda gawked at Marco in shock, “No, babe, no…”
Marco could tell the drug was starting to take effect by the hollow twinkle in Yolanda’s eyes.
“Ah, you’re going to be a big woman but don’t worry, you’ll still have your memories and when I see you, I’ll be nice. Of course you’ll just be another anonymous member of the community, nobody special. Maybe though I’ll have you do my laundry and square it off with a few dollars.”
Yolanda mumbled something garbled, “Marco grinned, “We’ll jump start your conditioning now”, just as she entered the trance.
Marco slithered his fingers through Yolanda’s dark locks, speaking softly yet firm.
“You nod if you understand, okay, Yolanda.”
Yolanda motioned her head with a slight nod.
“You’re very proud of your figure, correct?”
Yolanda nodded; somehow a smug smile appeared over her face.
“But you come from a family of big women; you know you’ll ultimately get fat too.”
Yolanda frowned yet nodded.
“You’re always hungry but hold back your appetite, well Yolanda; I give you permission to eat, to stuff yourself. You’re going to get fat anyway, why fight it.”
Yolanda shook her head.
“Remember what you told me a few years ago about hefty women? They’re dumpy and sloppy; remember saying they’re embarrassing and having no pride.”
Yolanda faintly remembered, agreeing with a nod.
Marco’s attitude took an ominous approach as he played with Yolanda’s mind.
“You’re a fat girl trapped in a thin girl’s body, you need to surrender to your urges, and you know full well that being dumpy and sloppy is normal, very normal. Right Yolanda?”
Yolanda nodded.
“I don’t have to ask if you’re hungry, Yolanda, you’re always hungry. Your appetite is outrageous; you’ve hidden it too long. You need to be fed!”
Yolanda shook her head, subtly grinning as she began to drool.
Marco lifted Yolanda’s face upward by her chin, his voice rather strict, “Jessie will soon bring you food. You’re a lowly mongrel compared to her and you know it. Jessie is your better; you are to obey her without question.”
Yolanda nodded.
Marco removed himself off the bed, subsequently placing Yolanda on the floor.
“You don’t deserve eating utensils, so you’re going to eat using your fingers. Such a stupid cow, I know you’ll gobble up your food without a second thought.”
Marco stormed out of the room, finding Jessie sipping a beer in the kitchen.
“Could you stay with her overnight?” Marco boldly asked Jessie, “My boys will pick up in the morning.”
Jessie gladly agreed, Marco continued, “Pour the food into a bowl but no fork or spoon. As long as she wants to eat, bring her food.”
“Okay, Marco, sure!” Jessie giggled, “Anything else?”
Marco thought for a moment, “Yeah. Tomorrow put her in a dress and pack up some of her belongings. I’ve arranged a ride for her to Mexico; she won’t be back for at least a year.”
“Wow!” Jessie clapped her hands, “Nice! I’m not afraid to say I really don’t like that bitch. Not anymore anyway since dissing you and all her other bullshit.”
Marco quickly embraced Jessie, “If she ever makes it to college again she’ll be cleaning toilets and happy about it!”
“Huh?” Jessie squeaked.
Marco laughed, “Don’t ya worry, Yolanda’s nothing to ever get jealous about.”
Marco surprised Jessie with an ardent kiss, then wily smiled, “Now bring that stupid chica her food!”
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Jessie brought in a large Tupperware bowl which contained ground beef, melted cheese, beans, and noodles.
Yolanda lifted her head, her eyes glassy, she smiled at the aroma.
The food had cooled off, Yolanda positioned sideways on her hip, she anxiously sighed as Jessie placed the bowl in front of her.
Jessie was caught off guard at how voracious Yolanda lapped up the meal, uttered puzzled and stunned at the sight of her chief rival slovenly attacking the food.
Jessie took a seat on the bed, observing the spectacle, one thought penetrating her mind, “Shit, I better never get on Marco’s bad side.”
Yolanda slowly advanced her face upward after greedily demolishing the food, the area around her lips and chin covered with cheese.
Yolanda emotionally gazed over at Jessie, softly grunting a couple times.
Jessie felt entirely uncomfortable by this bizarre event but after swallowing a mouthful air, she politely asked, “Still hungry?”
Yolanda tilted her head, she struggled to find the correct words, eventually wheezing before answering in a passive drone, “Yeah, please bring Yolanda more food to eat, me very hungry.”
Jessie nodded in agreement, she felt terrible about the state of Yolanda’s condition, about to stand up from the bed when Marco entered the room.
“Forgot my bag”, Marco told Jessie, however noticing that Yolanda had finished the entire bowl of food, turned his attention on his former girlfriend.
“There was enough in that bowl to feed two people and you finished all of it!” Marco exclaimed, “Wow! You have some cool appetite, Yolanda. What do you say?”
Yolanda blinked, rubbing her nose, her voice utterly lackluster, “Yolanda is um, is always hungry, me is….”
Yolanda momentarily paused to gather her thoughts, “….is girl who wants food…wants to eat…”
Marco snickered, “And you’re not concerned about what stuffing yourself will do to your figure, your beauty?”
There was an acorn of resistance in Yolanda’s mind that tried to fight against the subliminal thought Marco had put in her head but it desolved just as quick as it was delivered.
Yolanda half-smiled as the mechanics within her mind conceded to Marco’s manipulation.
“Yolanda will get fat, like sister and momma, very fat is being normal.”
Marco knew he had succeeded by the way Yolanda screeched an inane giggle.
Marco kissed Jessie, patting her belly as he drew away, “If those diet pills do work wonders, you’ll see more of me.”
Marco said goodbye to Jessie first, condescendingly speaking his farewell to Yolanda, “Until next year, Yolanda, maybe you’ll get used to being a gordita, maybe not!”
Jessie crouched down near Yolanda, her sympathy evident by her expression, “I’ll bring you something else to eat in a moment.
Yolanda lowered her eyes, “Yes, miss, please, thank you.”
Jessie bolted out of the room, reaching Marco just before leaving the apartment.
“How long will she be like that?” Jessie asking with concern.
“Oh, now you care about her!” Marco bluntly laughed.
Marco abruptly jerked his shoulders, “Hell if I know, a day, two days. She’ll come out of it sooner or later. Just so you know and I don’t have to tell you this but will just because you seem upset…”
“Fuck right I’m upset”, Jessie tensely warbled, “She’s creepy like that!”
Marco exhaled, “She’s harmless, you have nothing to worry about. But like I was saying, once the drug wares off, she’ll be mostly normal. Thing is, the seed has been planted into her head that she has a big appetite and that getting fat is normal. Well, she’ll realize it eventually as her figure balloons. Do you fucking understand!”
Jessie took a step back, “Yeah, I understand”, she then apologized, “I’m sorry for questioning…”
Marco wagged his head, “Whatever, Jessie. I’ll see you next time I’m at the bar, okay?”
Jessie smiled, “Yeah, hopefully those pills will do the trick!”
The trick was actually on Jessie, the pills were worthless, Marco had genuinely tired of her long ago, he had no intention of ever resuming another romantic relationship with her.
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Sheila was half asleep by the time Marco arrived home. The pound bag of authentic Mexican chocolates entirely consumed as were a bag of corn chips and some kind of chicken casserole.
Marco turned up the lights which encouraged her to pull herself upward into a seated position.
Sheila preferred Marco’s bed to the horrible cot she had back at her place. It was large in scale and had a soft comfortable mattress.
Marco was in a very elated mood, “Hey babe, you doing okay? Eat enough?”
Sheila jokingly patted her belly, “Does this tell a story!”
Marco slid along side of Sheila, slowly removing the covers, he giggled at how particularly plump her belly was getting.
“You’re getting well-fed, but I kind like you a little beefy!”
Sheila mindlessly blushed, “oh Marco, I won’t get that beefy. Funny how you don’t like gorditas, you share a lot with the American’s that way. When I was working downtown, I wouldn’t have gotten so far with a fat ass and big thighs.”
“You look fine to me”, Marco’s remark true to a point, he didn’t mind some chub on his women.
“If you’re still hungry I’ll make you something, anything you want!”
Sheila crinkled her nose, “Maybe some ice cream, just a little.”
“Yeah, I’ll get it for you, stay here babe, then I have some important news for you.”
Sheila wasn’t through with her order, “And um, some chocolate syrup and bananas!”
Marco chuckled with his nod.
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A few minutes later Marco was back with a bowl of ice cream covered with the syrup and bananas.
“What you got to say, the big news”, Sheila sweetly hummed while consuming her snack.
Marco placed his arm around Sheila’s shoulder, his demeanor very cool, “You know there’s been bad blood between me and Yolanda for a while. We came to an agreement which I think will smooth things over between us.”
“What kind of agreement?” Sheila questioned.
“I thought if she left Los Angeles for awhile it would clear the air for us. Hector Gutierrez needs help with the hotel he’s managing in Mexico; Yolanda went there for an opportunity best suited for her.”
“Ohhhh!” Sheila paused from her snack, “Coz she’s smart bookkeeper, that’s fine. I’ll miss her though, she’s my BFF! That’s what American women call slang; it means best friends for life!”
Marco chuckled, “You mean best friends forever! But you’ll resume your friendship as soon as she’s back, you’ll have so much more in common I think.”
Sheila resumed her feeding, slurping away a big spoonful, “I imagine you’re not so fond of smart women, that’s why we get along better now. I’m plenty stupid, well, almost not so smart in your culture.”
Marco patiently listened as Sheila continued while chewing, “Had I stayed in attorney of district office we wouldn’t be so close, right? I wouldn’t be your women.”
Marco wagged his head to the negative, his bad boy grin over his face, “Not a chance.”
Marco sighed, conveying some additional news, “Since you’ll be handling the rent by yourself, I’ll talk with Lena about promoting you to waitress. You’ll make more money plus tips.”
“You just watch, I be best waitress there is!” Sheila pledged.
“If you say so!” Marco cheerfully acknowledged Sheila. “Probably be a better waitress than you were a lawyer.”
Sheila playfully pushed Marco away, “You funny! Very funny!”
Sheila quickly gobbled up what remained of the ice cream, placing the bowl on the nightstand, she turned to Marco, “We make crazy wild love now?”
“You sure you’re not too tired or dopey?”
“Shit, I’m already naked!” Sheila giggled.
Marco capitulated to Sheila’s request.
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