Date: Sun, 18 Mar 2018 18:31:23 +0100 From: Drusilla Andrews Subject: End of the Street 3 End of the Street. Chapter 3. By. Drusilla Six o'clock came too early for Amanda. After a quick shower it was off to the kitchen for breakfast. She put the coffee on and fixed a place for Brandy. She heard this whiny voice coming from the bedroom. "God, what time is it?" "Time for you to get out here and eat. I have to go to work today. I don't want you getting into trouble." "What about the bank robbery I had planned?" "Don't be a smart ass!" Amanda leaned over and kissed her. "I'm so proud of you." "Yeah? For what?" "I haven't heard you use the F word once!" "Ya, that F words anonymous is amazing." Amanda raised her index finger. Brandy chuckled. "OK! I'm a smart ass! I said it for ya." Brandy brushed her hands across Amanda's breasts. Amanda jumped up. "I have to get dressed and ready for work. Please, don't bother me. I am not a person that likes to arrives late." Brandy was listening to the rockabilly station, dancing around putting the dishes away when the door bell rang. Brandy went to the door. It was Elizabeth Foster. "Hi, ma'am. Amanda ain't here. Shes at work." "I didn't come to see Amanda. I came to see you. May I come in?" "Oh, yeah, sure. Can I offer ya somethin?" "No. I trust my attorneys took care of everything?" "Oh, yeah! They was great! I really wanna thank ya for that." "You're welcome. I did you a favor. Now, I need a favor from you." Brandy looked puzzled. "From me?" "Yes. Regarding Amanda." Brandy dropped down on the sofa. "Yeah. Ya don't want me to be with her no more?" "Don't be absurd. I only want Amanda to be happy. You make her happy. More than she has been in years." Elizabeth sat down in the recliner. "I've changed my mind. I would like some coffee." "Yes, ma'am. I'll get it for ya. Cream. Sugar. Whiskey?" "Amanda does not allow alcohol in the house." Brandy shouted back. "You got that right!" "I'll get straight to the point. I don't like Amanda living here. This house. This neighborhood. I would prefer she and you live in my home. She won't listen to me. She'll listen to you. I think she'll make the move if you ask her." Brandy handed Elizabeth the coffee cup and sat down on the sofa. "I kinda know how Amanda feels. This place ain't yours and it ain't mine. Belongs to Amanda. It's Hers." "I know that. I don't want to loose her. She is my only child. I love her more than you do." Brandy took a deep breath before she began. "Amanda was the only person ever cared about me. I car jacked her and I know it wrong. I never would've hurt her. I told her how fucked up my life was. How ya have to fight on the streets to live everyday. She didn't know me from dirt! Ya know what she did? She cried for me! Real honest tears! She held me tight. Ain't nobody ever done that for me. That's why I love her more than anything. Elizabeth finished her coffee. "I know how she is. Passionate to a fault." "But! Cause ya did what ya did for me. I'm gonna talk to her. I ain't gonna force her to noth'in. So don't hold ya breath." Elizabeth stood up and walked to the door. "That's all I can ask of you. I do appreciate it. I'll drop by later." "Yes, ma'am." Amanda came home from work. There was no radio blasting. The table was bare. "Brandy? Where are you?" "I'm in the bedroom. Get'in all pretty for ya." Brandy walked out completely in the nude. Amanda was shaking her head. "Do you always think sex, sex, sex?" "Na. I'm like this for the pizza guy. He gets'em here fast when I tell'em I'm naked." The door bell rang, Amanda jumped in front of her. "Don't you dare answer the door like that. GO GET something on!" Amanda swung the door open. A young man stood there with two large pizzas in his arms. "Uh...is Brandy here?" "Not at the moment. How much do I owe you for the pizzas?" "Uh...I don't know. Brandy usually comes to the door...I just giv'em to her." Amanda shook her head. "That's not happening! How much?" "Uh...twenty bucks I guess." Amanda plopped the pizzas down on the table. "Sometimes I can't believe you!" "Hey! Gets us free pizza. Gives him a hard on. It's a win win." Amanda took two sodas from the refrigerator. "How many other guys did you flash today?" "Ya mom came over." "Please Tell me you weren't naked! Is she ever coming back? Am I out of the will?" Brandy leaned back in the chair and laughed out loud. "I love it when ya make me laugh." "Getting back to mother?" "Yeah, well bout that. She wants us to shack in with her, at her place." "Shack in?" "I'm just returning the favor she did for me. I said I'd talk to ya. So, I asked ya if you wanna go move in with ya mom. I did my part." Amanda put some paper plates on the table. "You think you would like living at my mother's?" "Hey! I only wanna be where ya at. I'll live anywhere ya wanna live. Even in a box under the bridge." Amanda chuckled, pulling the pizza slices apart. "Answer me a question and be very truthful. If you had the opportunity to make love to my mother, would you do it?" "Ohhhh, that's a bad question." "It's a simple yes or no question." Brandy smiled at her. "Let me answer with a question. If ya caught me and your mom together. Would ya never speak to me again. Would ya toss me out?" "That's two questions." "Would ya not love me anymore?" Amanda rubbed her hand across Brandy's cheek. "No. I wouldn't toss you out, and yes I would still love you. Now, answer my question. Quit evading it." "Yeah! In a heart beat. You and her got the best look'in asses! I'd love to play with her boobs." Amanda was shaking her head and smiling. "Thank God, mother is heterosexual." Brandy swallowed her last bite of pizza. "Look at me." Amanda stared into her blue eyes. "I love ya! Not ya mom. Ya make me hot all the time!" Amanda shook her head. "We're not going to have sex! I did a lot of work today. I'm tired. I just want to have your warm body next to me. No playing with me!" "Ok. We'll have to make love twice tomorrow. Once in the kitchen and once in the living room." Amanda, smiled as she ran her thought Brandy's hair. "Go get you little ragamuffin butt ready for bed!" "Why don't anybody tell me what a ragamuffin is?" The alarm buzzed at six o'clock. Amanda stumbled into the shower. A minute later, Brandy climbed in with her. "No sense wasting water. I like wash'in ya back. Ya ass is so nice." "Stop it! I'm not going to be late." Amanda filled the cereal bowl and handed Brandy the milk. "Don't drink from the carton!" "Yes, ma'am!" Brandy stirred her cereal around with the spoon. "So, whatta we gonna tell ya mom about move'in with her?" "Why?" "Because she's com'in here today to find out." "It would probably be very good for you. You could learn a lot from mother. But, I really don't want to move. Do you?" "I told ya. If ya wanna live in the bus station...I'm with ya. Because the bus station is better than under the bridge. I know, cause I lived in both places." Ten o'clock sharp, Elizabeth arrived. Brandy had hot coffee and hot tea with cookies all ready for her. "You've done well to lay all this out for me. I take it you're not moving." "I told her what ya asked. I told her why, because ya helped me out. She said she really didn't wanna move." Elizabeth took a sip of tea and a cookie. "I find your honesty most refreshing. I think it's the best trait you have." Brandy smiled at her. "I got this question for ya. Amanda won't tell me." "Alright. What is it?" "What the hell is a ragamuffin?" It was the first time she saw Elizabeth smile, even showing her teeth. "A term used by Charles Dickens. Long before your time, my dear. In your case, I don't think the term is appropriate. Can I call you Brandy?" "Yes, ma'am." Elizabeth drank the last of tea and finished her cookie. She leaned forward. "Brandy, may I ask you a question?" "Shoot!" "For my own curiosity and nothing more. How do you and Amanda, well you know..." "Make love? Have orgasms beyond our wildest dreams?" "Crudely put, but...yes." Brandy leaned across the table. "Ya know. If ya say anything to Amanda about this. She ain't never gonna speak to either of us again." "Yes. I suppose you're right. Perhaps I should leave it be." Brandy smiled at her. "Yeah. It's something ya can't explain. Ya gotta, kinda experience it for ya'self." Elizabeth stood up to go. "Thank you, Brandy. I'm sure we'll see each other again." Amanda began to prepare dinner, Brandy sat at the table watching her. "Did mother stop by? What did you tell her?" "Yeah. I told her ya didn't wanna move. She said ok, but if we ever did. The door was always open." "I'm glad you did. We have our own privacy here. We never would there." Amanda placed the food on the table and sat down to enjoy dinner. Brandy took her empty plate and placed it in the sink. "Hey! Tomorrow I gotta go to the probation office. Do the piss test and the blood test." Amanda gathered up the remaining dishes. "You know mother has a chauffeur. The driver could take you there and pick you up." "No! If anyone I knew saw me. I could never show my face on the streets again." Amanda threw hands up. "OH! God! I forgot the humiliation you would suffer!" "Ya got that right! Anyway, it's around four. Afterwards, I'd walk up to the university. I could wait in the car till ya go off. We could ride home together." "I think you just want to go by the Big Burger Barn on the way home?" "Oh God! The humiliation of being caught!" They both laughed out loud. Brandy finished at the probation office, then walked up to the university parking garage. Using the spare key Amanda gave her, she unlocked the car. She reclined the seat back and closed her eyes for a short nap. Professor Collins stepped out of the elevator behind Amanda. "Amanda. I've been meaning to talk with you." "If its about us going out...I really don't want to, Howard. Please don't ask" He grabbed Amanda by the arm and pulled her back to him. "I saw the way you looked at me. I know and you know. We can have a real relationship if you give it a chance." He leaned in to kiss her. "STOP! Howard! Please. Let go of me! Don't!" Brandy jumped out of the car. "HEY! Leave her alone! Numb Nuts!" "I didn't know you had a daughter?" Brandy slammed the car door shut. "Her daughter is gonna beat ya ass! NOW, get ya fuck'in hands off her!" "She's got a big mouth on her too!" "Ya gotta big gut! So we're even!" He let go of Amanda's arm and pointed to Brandy. "I'll come over there and slap some manners into you!" Amanda screamed out loud. "HOWARD! DON'T YOU DARE TOUCH HER!" Brandy swaggered slowly away from the car, toward him and Amanda. "HEY! FREE WILLY! Haul ya FAT ASS over here and DO IT!" He quickly reached for Brandy, grabbing her by the left arm. Brandy's right hand quickly came out her coat pocket. She had something in it. She quickly drove her fist straight into his crotch. He screamed, grabbing his crotch and dropping rapidly to the garage floor. Brandy raised her boot and kicked him once in the head. "Keep ya FUCK'IN HANDS off her! Next time I'll cut ya fuck'in cock off!" Amanda grabbed Brandy and quickly pulled her to the car. "BRANDY! Get in the car! RIGHT NOW!" Brandy sat quietly, staring out the side window. Amanda glanced over at her. "I've never seen you that angry. I was afraid you were going to kill him." "HEY! He got no right! Put'in his hands all over ya! Specially when ya said stop. I wasn't gonna let him do that to ya!" Amanda smiled and put her on Brandy's shoulder. "Just so you know. I really appreciate you defending me. But, I don't condone it." "Why'd that fat fuck have his hands all over ya?" "I've known Professor Collins for several years. I went out to dinner with him once. Just as colleagues. Nothing more. He didn't see it that way. He wanted more, and I didn't." Amanda pulled into the Big Burger Barn parking lot. "Lets go have an unhealthy dinner and talk about it." They took a booth in the far corner, alone. "I'm afraid Mr. Collins might call the police on you. You're on parole. I love you. I don't want you to go back to jail. Can you understand that?" "Hey. You call lieutenant Strong and tell'em what happened. He'll throw his fat ass in jail." "He just grabbed me. He didn't physically hurt me. You hit in the...genitals. Then kicked him in the head. You physically hurt him." "I'd do it again. If he put his hands on ya!" Amanda leaned over the table. " I saw something in your hand. What was that you hit him with?" "Brass knuckles." Amanda sighed. "I can't even pretend to know what that is." Brandy cautiously pulled them from her coat pocket. "These four fingers go through here. Flat metal part fits ya palm. Ya make a fist when ya hit somebody. It's kinda like ya hit'em with a steel pipe." Amanda's eyes opened wide as she stared at Brandy. "That sounds horrible!" "Hey! It's protection! When the guy is crawling around on the ground look'in for all his teeth. He ain't think'in about rape no more. Ya see?" Brandy put the knuckles back in her coat. "By tomorrow his balls will be big as his gut." Amanda shook her head. "Unfortunately, Brandy. Women in the work force today are subject to such things. Everywhere and all over. We have to put up with unwanted advances every day. In some cases, even sexual assaults." "Next time ya see'em. Ask'em what its like to have ya daughter kick his ass!" Amanda chuckled, gently stroking her face. "Sometimes, I wish you were my daughter. Your life would have been so much better with me. You would not had to suffer so much." "Amanda. When I'm with ya. I ain't never been so happy in all my life." Amanda was running late, she over slept. She kissed Brandy on the way out to the garage. Brandy shouted at her. "Hey! How bout pizza for tonight?" "Not if you're going to answer the door NAKED!" Brandy laughed out loud, waving to her as she backed out of the garage. Brandy was dancing to the music on the radio while she vacuumed the floor. The door bell rang. Elizabeth stood at the door. "My I come in?" "Yes, ma'am. I don't have anything fixed for ya." Elizabeth stared at Brandt for a few seconds. "I stopped by to ask you about...This is quite difficult for me...I would like to go to bed with you. As you said, I would like to experience it for myself." Brandy dropped down on the sofa. "Whoa. It's not that I wouldn't want to. I mean, I think ya hot! Ya got a nice ass. But, I couldn't never do that behind Amanda's back. I mean Never! Ya know?" "I admire your loyalty and your strength. I also admire your aggressiveness. Your ability to adapt. If Amanda agreed, would you?" "Let's say, I would never turn ya down!" "Should I ask her? Or, should you?" "I think maybe, kinda, me." "Very well." "Hey! If she gets mad and kicks my ass out. Can I come live with ya?" Elizabeth laughed at her. "Your off the cuff humor, is refreshing. Yes, if she kicks you out. But, she won't. I know her." "OK! I'll tell ask tonight." That night, at the dinner table, Brandy played with her food. "What's wrong? You don't like what I fixed for dinner?" "No, no. Not that. I love everything ya cook." "What then?" "Guess I'm not hungry." "Wrong answer. We'll sit here all night until you tell me." Brandy gave out a loud sigh. "Ya promise ya won't freak out on me?" "I don't like it when you say things like that." "Ok. Ya mom came by today." "Why? What for?" "This is hard. Uhhhh...she wants to have sex with me." Amanda dropped her fork on the table, food and all. "WHAT!" "HEY! Don't freak on me! I told her I wouldn't do noth'in behind ya back. I would never do that. She said we should ask ya first. That's what I'm kinda do'in now." "ARE YOU SERIOUS?" "Hey! Just say no! I won't touch her! I mean that. Swear to God!" Amanda was shaking her head. "My mother wants to have an affair wit you? I can't believe that! What is wrong with her? I...I just can't believe it. She actually asked you?" "Hey! I ain't gonna touch her if ya say no." Amanda held her head in her hands. "I don't know what to say. It's such a shock. My mother...I don't know." Brandy shook her head now. "Man! I hate shit like this." She stood up and hugged Amanda. "I don't want ya to feel bad no more. I'll tell her forget it. Ain't happening. She'll have to find someone else." Amanda pushed away from the table. "All I want to do is take a shower and go to bed. I'll do the dishes in the morning." Brandy stayed in the kitchen. She cleaned the table and washed all the dishes before she went to bed beside Amanda. Continued...