Gwen's POV
After school Mr. Freeman took us to the market to get some more food. I decided to pick up mostly fruits and vegetables, Mr. Freeman seemed to have a good handle on picking up the meats. "I want candy!" some kid started screaming and the sound of a glass jar shattering could be heard shortly after. I looked to the cause of the commotion to see some red headed kid throwing a 1st class temper tantrum.
"Damn it! I hate you! You're ruining my life!" The kid yelled some more. And the mother more or less meekly tried to reason with the kid. "Herbert, we have an agreement. We have an agreement on how we behave in a store Herbert." The kid continued his tantrum throwing glass jars on the floor as he shouts; what a brat! "I want candy! Give me candy! Give me candy! I WANT CANDY! I want candy and marshmallows! Give it to me!" the kid continues to shout.
"Herbert." The mother seems like she's about to cry. How pathetic. "He sure looks like a handful." Mr. Freeman speaks up to the mother. "When he gets like this I just don't know how to make him stop." The kid continued to act up even going as far as pushing over a full shelf. "Have you tried beatin' his a$$?" Mr. Freeman pulls his belt off and hands it to the women, showing her how to use it as a whip.
The mother attacks the kid with the belt adequately shutting the brat up. We continued to walk and then some blonde women in next to no clothes, the shirt of which read 'porn star' walked up to us. "Not many men would stop to help a woman in need." "Well uh, I guess I just hate to see a child go unbeaten." Mr. Freeman spoke to her. She giggled and spoke again "I'm Cristal, like the champagne." That sounds like a stripper's name.
"I'm Granddad." Suddenly she gasped and turned her attention to us. "Hello cutie." She spoke to Huey holding her hand out. "Ye-ah. I'd rather not." He spoke backing away from her. Good call. "My name's Cristal, like the champagne." "Well that sounds like a stripper name. Cristal like the champagne might you be a stripper?" I took a glance around to her cart; She must have at least 30 boxes of condoms. "Judging by her cart I'm gonna guess more along the lines of a prostitute." I spoke looking straight at her. Riley gave a muffled laugh.
She stood up straight and gave a nervous chuckle. Hit the nail on the head huh? We proceed to the checkout and the prostitute put her stuff up first, which took quite a while. "I just love grocery stores in rich neighborhoods. Much better stuff." She bent over her cart and pulled out a can of whipped cream. "Check out this special French whipped cream." She sprayed some on her fingers then proceeded to lick it off in a very sensual way. "It's edible."
Her bill came up to $153.12 which she paid in cash, mostly singles. After she was done I went next and then Mr. Freeman did his stuff. Afterwards Mr. Freeman carried the skanks bags outside for her earning him a date; How desperate is he?