No more impulse buying, he began making lists of just what he needed. The lists seemed endless, but there was a certain amount of excitement involved....Whereas previously he was concerned with big items, now acquiring a mop and bucket or a toilet brush gave him a strange satisfaction. He actually enjoyed it. Slowly, he was becoming acclimated to his change in lifestyle. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he was hoping Joanie was too.At work, the word of his change in marital status caused a few. " She stepped closer to me and put her coffee mug down and put her hand on her hip, trying to give me that look.Well, if she is going take that tact, then I shall put forth my dad defense and we shall see whose kung-fu is stronger.I sat back in my chair and crossed my arms across my chest and stared her down.She switched her hips and gave me a 'harumpf'. "You have to tell me." Nope, you are going to wait."Her bottom lip quivered, she was starting to crack. Then she crossed her arms across her. Herjuices smearing all over it as he turned left. He kept both hands on thewheel and drove on. He glanced right and saw Bea staring at him, legsspread wide. In the dark of the cab he could only see her face and partof her legs illuminated by the lights on the radio. She lookedfrustrated."Come on," she said and reached for his hand again. Stan batted it away,his fingers still wet from being inside her.Bea slid across the bench seat and sat right next to him. She broughther mouth up to his ear. After they ate their dinner at the desk, they changed their seats and sit on the sofa.He was mostly talking about his beatings, how he beats the other boys and mostly they were white boys. She observed that he was prone to v******e and obsessed about his manhood and boldness. She asked him finally.- Mondli, why do you always talking about beating other boys, are you proud of it?- Yes I am proud and it means I am a real man but they are not.- Why are you so aggressive on white boys especially?-.
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