Dickmatized Dainty

41• Lázuri Niah Scott

 
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Why this big ooman feel seh badness pay.

Mih just stand up a watch the thief a bottle and bag up people things.

One five litre water bottle filled with laundry detergent. The smaller six hundred milliliter ones having hand sanitizer, liquid soap, bleach, my shampoo and conditioner.

Why not take the whole damn bottles.

Now she got food items in the clear plastic bags. Cups like five pounds of the expensive Basmati and sweet Jasmine rice. My precious cheese varieties and crackers. Cookies I brought from overseas and my fucking pistachio nuts.

My expensive nuts that I purchased in bulk as if I wanted to start a little nut business.

Cake mix, icing sugar, ice cream waffle cones, pretzel sticks snacks, raisins, and my fucking cheese sticks.

"Don't you dare, Cousin André clearly states that you aren't to induce in any activity that could hurt or stress you." Little Saint warns me in a soft tone.

A mih did tell him mih tired still.

"You promised him, Aunty Zuri." Kyng reminded me.

"Suh yuh go mek the thief get weh?" Prosper glared at them.

The other twin shook his head at the two English speakers. One with with a slight British twang and the other just Jamaican English.

"Stealing is wrong. Unuh nuh si the lady a bawl over har cheese sticks and cheese." Rosario whispers and I glared at him.

"Mih naw bawl." I told him, returning to peek at the woman's actions.

"Yuh did a sniffle." He continues.

"I heard it." Little Saint admits.

I ended up with these four boys after the biggest celebrate of the year, Zyair finally wise up and went on to marry my cousin.

It takes André a single conversation after I started crying about my cousins problems.

It seems I've learned a new hobby, to fake my crying and lots of tears came. The minute he left I was smiling like nothing happened.

I wanted to leave the reception so I decided to come home, here. The extra company is of them planning on borrowing the costumes I continued to use to get André riled up.

I'm mainly running from my parents as mommy comment on my weight and daddy came with a sappy story uncle told him. I've left them to speak with André and I had no empathy for them. André is a beast when it comes to getting exactly what he wants. I've seen him in action.

Richard brought us here and went to change the car to another before he drops Miss Rosie at her house for a few days off work.

Now she's not returning and I'll make sure of it.

We made the same pay grade when I was working here and I know I was getting overpaid but so was she. This is a big house, and her specific job is to dust, sweep, mop and help with the laundry.

André and I doesn't add our clothes to her load, we use the washer and dryer, so she just needs to put the sheets on line from out of the washer. An it's only what we use and if were being extra nasty, he'll be out there pinning it on while I move around the yard dancing around in a new animal costume.

The couple that does things together, stays together.

But I'm firing her myself just as quick as he hired her himself.
 
 
I had moved away and gave Richard a call, so when he came and she starts filling the trunk, I approved the vehicle.