"You were ordered to watch her, not engage in a bar fight!" came a furious growl from the speaker of Arlene's cell phone. "What else do you have to report?" the voice demanded, thick with irritation.
"Well she worked at the bar but quit after alla that. She…" Arlene trailed off, deciding last second to show a shred of motherly love he'd never see and leave her son out of the report.
"Now she works over at a car shop answering phones and shit. She don't go out except to the bar she worked at or to the grocery store once a week. I been following her night and day. Don't seem like she's got anything to do with drugs no more." she continued nervously, scared not having any useful information would soon become the breaking point for her deal with the man on the phone.
"You need to get closer to her, befriend her." the man ordered quietly after taking a moment to think.
"Have ya ever met the bitch!? She's not exactly the friendly type." Arlene scoffed, raking her fingers through her greasy flaxen hair.
"Just do it!" he bellowed over the line. "And do not underestimate her." he added softly as though he were remembering the cost of making that same mistake himself.
"Yes sir." she answered snidely before throwing her phone to the side, making it knock over empty beer cans and baggies as it skid across the surface.
The original plan she'd concocted before she knew who the little cunt was would have to do. Get on her good side through Mac.
Mac. The child she'd never wanted. She had no idea where to begin repairing the damaged relationship she had with her son and never really had any desire to until now. Until it benefited her own personal gain.
When her fingers began to practically twitch and her eyes darted to the overused syringe on the table she let out a strangled noise, forcing herself to head towards the yet to be used shower instead of shooting up. Following the girl's terms for the evening's event would be a start. But as Arlene let scorching water run down her abused body she felt a little anonymous payback was in order.
"Stop being a fucking toddler and sit still!" Krystal growled, squirting Mac in the face with the spray bottle like a misbehaving puppy before spritzing the hair on the left side of his head.
"Well hurry tha fuck up yer takin' ferever!" he bitched, shifting around in the hard wood kitchen chair, trying to keep his ass from going numb again.
"I wouldn't take forever if you would stop moving, do you want it uneven?" she hissed, dragging a comb through his damp dirty blonde strands.
"Didn' want a haircut in tha first fuckin' place goddamnit!" he snarled, grimacing when he heard various snipping sounds here and there.
"When I'm dead and in my grave you can walk around looking like a shaggy beast all you want." she offered, continuing to trim as much as she could before he inevitably repositioned himself again.
Finally making her way to his front Kristy was extremely relieved it was almost over, one of the many tasks to be completed before the graduation ceremony. Stepping between his parted legs she used a firm grasp on his chin to force his face upwards, his crisp blue eyes glaring up at her as she combed his bangs forward. The more strands that covered his face the more his false angry expression gave way to his true nervous one.
"Trust me it's nothing to get stressed out over. You'll do fine. Just walk up there, accept your diploma, shake his hand, and walk back down." she instructed, closing his lids with two fingers before she began to cut.
"How come ya aint gotta go up there?" he grumbled, eyelids fluttering as small pieces of hair fell onto their sensitive surface.
"Beeecause I've already done it once and the gowns are very unflattering on a female figure." she offered, deciding to let the fringe in front of his face go a little long for purely selfish reasons involving how his eyes smoldered when that hair fell in them.
"So?" he practically pouted, going as far as to cross his arms beneath the towels covering him.
"Mac I wouldn't even be near you in line anyways, B comes before G." she sighed, throwing the scissors aside before ripping the towels off to set him free.
After he was done running his hands through to shake off any loose hairs she threw a leg over both of his, seating herself with a strong grip on his shoulders.
"If you trip and fall on your face I'll flash the audience and everyone will forget it ever happened. Like men in black, only with tits." she joked, pleased with herself when a rotten smile cracked through his surly demeanor and his hands settled on her hips.
"I can do that ma self. It don' even need it." he hissed when what he thought would be her grinding on his lap turned into her trimming his facial hair.
"You're starting to look like a billy-goat with that much scruff hanging off your face." she humorously replied, carefully trimming the whispers growing off his chin.
"Holy shit stay still." she inhale-whispered like there was a venomous spider nesting in his goatee.
"What now?" he muttered, attempting to reach for the hand-mirror before she stopped him with a firm smack to his arm.
"I said stay still damn it, I'm going to lose it." she hissed lightly, blindly grabbing on the table for a set of tweezers intended for his eyebrows.
Kristy kept her intense gaze zeroed in on her prey, moving slowly once the thin metal instrument was positioned in her fingers. Mac could feel her separating coarse hairs with her other hand, the one she wasn't supposed to be using. He couldn't understand what the hell was on his face that required this much focus, she looked like one of those female leopards stalking a gazelle before going in for the kill. Of course she had her quirks like the hobby she'd made out of popping his bacne but this was just bizarre. It happened so fast Mac only had time to let out a yell of pain before she'd gotten what she'd been so intently hunting.
"I'm starting to think you're right about being older, way older." she laughed, holding up the wiry gray hair clutched between the metal tong ends.
"Knew I was right ya lil snot but goddamn ya coulda warned me." he grumbled, releasing her left hip to run his fingers over the still stinging spot the hair had been yanked from.
"Oh please you wuss, I rip hair out of my face every day without a sound. Do you really think these beauties just shape themselves?" she rhetorically asked, raising the hair topped facial muscles in discussion.
"F'it hurts that much why ya keep doin' it?" he asked, looking up at her eyebrows for any sign that hair actually grew anywhere other than where it already was.
Said eyebrows flattened into an 'are you serious' line at his question. "Because I doubt you'd find me attractive with the god given caterpillars on my face I was born with or the mustache I wax off every week." she replied flatly, setting the tweezers and her gray prize on the table.
"I'd still fuck ya." he drawled with a leering grin, leaning in to kiss the lips that were stretched in a tight 'yeah right' crooked smile.
"Even if I stopped shaving?" she asked in between kisses, scoffing at his muffled affirmative answer.
"Ya still gonna wanna fuck me when m' old an gray?" he inquired with a tilt of his head when they pulled apart, looking to stall the next thing on their to-do list.
Krystal looked over his face from hairline to freshly trimmed goatee. She didn't know how to answer that. They joked all the time about their future kids, her beating him with her cane if she caught him grabbing nurses asses in their nursing home, and other stuff regular couples took seriously. She couldn't tell if this was a joking matter, his tone walking a thin line between that and serious.
"Yeah. If we make it that far." she told him quietly, deciding to shoot straight with him on the subject instead of jesting that she'd trade him in for a newer model.
"Even when I gotta take a pill ta git it up?" he quipped, grinding a telltale hardness up into the soft flesh seated on his lap, making her exhale with relief.
"Take it easy old man, I don't need you breaking a hip. Is that another gray hair coming in I see?" she teased, wiggling against him a little to make him groan at the friction.
With a deep growl Mac cupped her ass, pressing her harder against himself while standing up, making her feet hook at the small of his back and a startled squeal emit from her.
"M' gonna show ya wut a 'old man' can do." he lewdly promised, ignoring her demands to be put down as he carried her towards the bedroom.
Giving up half way through the house she buried her face in the side of his neck, inhaling the dirt and chemical mixture that never left his skin no matter how hard she scrubbed. 'L'odeur de Mac' she thought, happily sniffing him until her splint was bashed into the bedroom doorframe.
"Jesus watch it I'm already damaged goods." she complained, letting out an "Oof" when she was dropped down onto the fluffy surface of their bed comforter.
She watched from her place on the bed as first his shirt and then his pants were shed, anticipating the whiney curse fest that was bound to come when she got him back on track to the tasks at hand.
"Perfect, you're all ready to finally try on those suits so we can figure out what you'll be wearing tonight." she asserted when his thumbs began to hook into the band of his boxer briefs.
The look on his face was one of a child who'd been told he was going to Disney world only to find out he was headed for the dentist.
"I'll take off one piece of clothing for every one you put on." she offered before he could throw a fit.
It only took Mac a moment of weighing the pros and cons of what she would do if he didn't cooperate before he was making his way to her walk-in closet with a slight petulant stomp in his step.
"Black one first." she called out, taking pity on him by selecting the one she thought would look best in an attempt to spare him from trying on the rest.
"Aint no one else gonna be wearin' shit like this ta a goddamn second rate graduation." he sassed from behind the closet door as various bangs and curses were heard in between.
Kristy didn't respond, instead rolling her eyes towards the ceiling and beginning to make good on her side of the bargain, shedding Mac's tee shirt along with her sweats.
"What the hell is taking so long I'm freezing my ass off out here!" she hollered, trying not to let her chattering teeth nip her tongue as she bundled up in a blanket.
Mac didn't answer right away, a growl coming from the closet as he continued to struggle.
"…Don' know how ta tie a fuckin' tie." he finally admitted, stepping out from behind the door with it tangled in a ridiculous ball around the collar of his dress shirt.
He hadn't expected what greeted him when he revealed her first choice of outfit. She looked slightly dazed with her mouth hanging agape, moving only slightly like a fish giving up on its last dying pull for water. Not only was she staring at him in shock, she looked like she was dangerously close to crying, her wide eyes coating with a glassy sheen.
"Wut?" he snapped, shifting uncomfortably as she gawked at him.
Two sides of her were at war. On one side was the vixen who wanted to rip the flattering dress clothes off to have her way with him quite violently. And on the other was the overjoyed mama who wanted to hug him gently and tell him how proud of him she was while thumbing a smudge off his cheek with spit.
"Mac..you look…" she started once she found her voice only to lose it again with a hard swallowed lump of emotion as she rose from the bed and approached him.
"R'dickulous?" he suggested, eyeing her nude body as she walked to him, pleased she'd held up her end.
"Different. Sexy. In a classy way." she replied breathily as she un-jumbled the black silk material before fluidly maneuvering a perfect tie.
As she tightened it and looked over the finished product she knew the vixen had won this round, there would be plenty of time for doting later in public where she could embarrass him.
Though he was a little surprised at her practically drooling over the monkey-suit. He couldn't deny the extra boost of confidence it gave him just short of puffing out his chest, making him flash a smug smirk as he continued soaking it in.
"Git on tha bed." he ordered in a low rumble, sparking her curiosity as she obeyed and he disappeared back into the closet.
When he returned with the gray tie that accompanied her second choice charcoal colored suit the pieces fell into place.
"Seriously?" she giggled as her good wrist was captured by a rough hand, the other injured one being shown more care when it joined its sister stretched high above her head as the gray silk material tightly secured her limbs to an iron rod of her headboard.
"Yer tha one who made me read that fifty shades a bullshit." he retorted, tying another knot for extra security just in case she got squirmy and the splint allowed her to get loose.
"You're such a dork." she snickered, stopping dead mid-chuckle when she caught the deadly serious look in his eye.
"Ya don' talk less I say." he hissed, smacking her exposed mound, making her jump and suck in an excited breath of air. "Understand?"
"Yes sir."