The Weight Watchers

Chapter 10: n.r.

"Come on! That's all you got! You's a mop. A dirty mop. Yeah, you heard me. A mop. A bum. Can't even clean up." That's my trainer Rick. He's somewhat of a father figure to me. Back in his day he was a force to be reckoned with. That is until he picked up a crack cocaine habit. He's clean now and still a great fighter but his days are over. In excellent shape to be 54. An amazing trainer. "That's it. Throw it. Slip. Throw it. Alright, take a break mop. Talkin' bout you coming for Floyd spot. Floyd will tear your behind apart. You can get there. You gotta stay focused. Got to! You ever see Floyd's training? He a bad man. In my day he wasn't seeing me. But now... You still got checkers and Wendy's in your belly."
"I don't eat that no more." I said. "I might go get a milkshake here and there but that's it."
"That ain't my point boy. Listen, you good. You can be much better in no time. If, that's what you want. If, you listen to me. We doing defense for the next month. That's all. That's why all the greats were great. Ali. Tyson. Especially those two. You see how he would get low. Next thing you know, ding, ding, ding. Fight over. Defense. I was a golden glove. Went to the olympics. Gold medal. I went pro abd by my third fight I was done. You know why?"
"Why?" I knew the answer. Knew the entire story. Heard it a million times.
"I lost my focus. I got caught up with the money, being in the papers. The girls. The drugs. You gotta learn from my mistakes. Alright, come on mop. Break time over."
"You gonna stop calling me a mop."
"You's a dirty mop until you show me otherwise. Until you can clean up."
"I just showed you."
"Showed me what? That was nothing at all. Hop in that ring. You hit me three times in the head, not two times in the head, I'll turn it down from dirty mildewed crusty mop to just mop."
"That's all I get? I need 100 push ups and 25 pull ups too."
"Deal. And, if you don't I want 1000 sit ups. 250 push ups 100 squats and 50 pull ups back to back. Before you leave."
"Deal old mop."
"I'm the mop now? I'm old but even on crack I never been a mop like you."
"We'll see."
I couldn't hit him. I tried. I got one that was it. After paying my debt to him I cleaned up preparing to leave.
"You need to fix up this mop closet of a gym." I said passing his office.
"Sure is a mop closet and your King Mop. When I get the money I'll fix it up."'
"How much would it take?
"A lot."
As always I jogged the 20 blocks to my house.

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Ro

Fresh out the shower and getting dressed with money to make tonight. Something was on Fay's mind. I could tell as she watched my every move. Maybe she was just horny.
"Ro?"
"Yes."
"I want you to stop." Yeah she horny.
"Getting dressed?" I asked.
"No silly. Stop what you're doing in the streets. I met you in May. It's already been four months. It's september. I've watched you leave out plenty of nights and come back with a bag of money that soon disappears. I don't ask because I'm not sure I want to know what you did to get it. I know you don't sell drugs. I have dealers in my family. You operate differently. Much too late at night to deal witht he kinds of money you do. That's not rent money. What is it you do?"
"I weight watch. I'm a weight watcher."
"Like on the commercials? Do I look stupid?"
"Not like that. I take money from dealers who sell weight. I rob them. Not the average corner hustler. Usually the ones who supplies the ones who supply those on the corner."
"That's more dangerous than being a dealer. You're targeting murderers."
"Not all dealers are killers Fairuz."
"But, some are and that's enough. It only takes one."
"Most of the time I never even run into the person I'm going after."
"Baby please, listen to me. In this short time I've known you, you are the best thing to happen to me in a very long time. I can't lose you. I refuse to. What if someone finds out it was you?"
"They won't?"
"How can you gaurantee that? I guess you're that good, huh?"
"Yes. It won't backfire."
"What if they come after me to get to you?"
"That won't happen. To do that they need to know where I live and who my girl is. Only the closet people that I trust with my life Know where I live. That's N.R. Not even my son mom know where I live and no one knows who you are."
"Why, are you ashamed?"
"What?! Hell no. I'll let you meet N.R. Soon you'll be seeing him on TV. I will never let anything happen to you, ok."
"Yeah."
"Seriously. Now stop pouting. I'm gonna stop for good soon. I promise."
"How soon?"
"Before the year is out. I'm trying to build a shelter."
"You never told me that."
"Now she smiles. I'm trying to buy this building. It's a 6 story complex. With that I can let the men have their space. Women and children and special cases of men with children can have their own space. Counselors offices. 2 kitchens. Entertainment areas. Aplace that actually helps them get into a better position. Not somewhere that will just offer a bed or cot for the night. Help them get job placement and anything else they need."
"I can help you." She said.
"That was my plan. I got it all mapped out."
"I can help financially."
"This will take alot of money."
"I know. The government will help with a lot also."
"Ok. Do some research on it while I'm gone. Think of ways to improve it and we can get started."
"Promise me you'll come back."
After doing what she asked of me she kissed me like it may be her last time kissing me. Once I gripped her ass it was on. I took advantage of the few extra minutes I could spare.
"Being irresistable and persistant is a deadly combo." I said. "Plus those eyes, lips, face, hair and body. And smile."
"That's all of me."
"There's much more. No kisses for you next time. I'll never be able to leave."
"You're going to kiss me everytime you leave. Anything else would be drawing. Did I say it right that time."
She tried. Still didn't sound right.
"Almost. Take them clothes off."
"I love you Ro." She said sitting in my lap grinding on me. "I can't lose you."
"You won't." I pulled her shirt off exposing her breast. She pulled her panties aside lowering herself onto me. "You know I need to see these titties."
"You and my breast."
"My breast you mean. We got our own thing going on."
"Oh really! That's fine with me."
"You don't have a choice in the matter."
I made sure she got hers before I left. Time to make money. I hadn't hit a lick in over a month. Time for Trina's plan to take action.