For better or worse

The End

"So, you just not coming to work ?"

"You fucking my wife and that's the first thing you say to me?"

"Ex-wife" Delilah chimed in

"Oh damn, she told you."

"Yeah, she told me, man, how you gonna do this to me? After all the times I come to you for advice, you- "

"It's not like I wanted to" James interjected. "she called me and begged me."

"and You could have said no!"

"It's only so many times a man can say no.......especially with a girl like Vanessa. You know she got that good -" Malcolm cut him off

"I don't get you, man you could've had any girl you wanted and you go and fuck MY WIFE !"

"Listen fuck all that shit. She came to me and dropped that pussy in my lap. Maybe if you weren't such a Lil bitch, you could have kept her. She wanted a real man and now she got one. How about you focus on finally growing a pair so you don't lose that one you got with you now. "

Click

Malcolm was stunned and was stuck in the spot in the parking lot. Delilah grabbed him by the arm and dragged him to the car.

"That stupid bitch! They both deserve each other, both of them are trash ass people. She lucky I didn't have my strap on me, otherwise it would have been no talk." She said as she looked at herself in the mirror, attempting to fix her hair.

"That's my wife your talking about" Malcolm cried.

"Ex-wife!" Delilah said again more annoyed. "And she just told you she's sleeping with your friend. Could you react or something?"

Malcolm, while to his boiling point, felt more hurt and betrayed. The two people he thought he could trust the most in the world, just broke his heart and his trust. Above all, didn't even have enough fear or respect to even hide it from him. He wasn't a fighter though. As much as he wanted too He knew in his heart of hearts, he knew he was too afraid to fight.

Delilah took his silence for cowardice. "You have been acting like a bitch lately. Let's get you some food. Your ass needs a Snickers or something."

Malcolm looked out the window. As James' words echoed in his head "Try not to lose this one" He was trying to determine if this was sound advice or schoolyard taunting. He grimaced at Delilah while she was driving. She wasn't the sweet, quick-witted girl at the pool hall, who wanted to hear his problems. She was impulsive and unstable. Her ignorance was only rivaled by her selfishness. Delilah looked over at him and smiled. He didn't feel any comfort in her devious smile.

"Or maybe you need something else?" She suggested as she pulled into the Diner parking lot and turned the car off. Malcolm saw the look in her eyes before. An unusual Panic rushed over him, then the feeling of dread chilled his spine. She moved closer to his zipper. His palms become wet with sweat as she pulled out his flaccid manhood. As she began to suck and lick on it, he wondered where the fear was coming from. This was something he dreamed of for years. Spontaneous head in a car, something that could be viewed as a badge of honor was now feeling like a pleasant inconvenience. He looked down at Delilah. The delight on her face showed she was having fun regardless of his satisfaction. While physically it felt good, something inside tainted the pleasure. He sat back with his eyes closed and waited for it to be over.

"Come on mac daddy, you fed me now let me feed you," Delilah said wiping her mouth

The pair walked in the breakfast restaurant. Malcolm felt everyone's eyes were on him. From the hostess that sat them at the table, to the family having brunch two tables away, even the young teenage waiter who bought them water. All of their eyes were filled with judgment as if they saw the event that happened in the car. His heartbeat went from a steady pace to a rapid drum solo. His palms felt sweaty again and his eyes were shifting from side to side. He felt dirty and jittery. Delilah never noticed his out of ordinary behavior. To her, this was a normal Saturday.