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remained silent.
    â€œYou probably be doing to those little girls just what I was doing to your momma here, huh? ’Cept y’all probably keep y’all’s clothes on, huh?” Buck laughed as he buckled his belt and pulled his wallet out of his pants pocket.
    â€œBe quiet, Buck!” Gloria snapped. “This is between me and my son. Just get the hell out and I’ll call you later.”
    â€œSo it’s like that?” Buck asked, getting angry as he snatched up his shirt from the floor. “Ain’t I the one that gave you grocery money the other day? You couldn’t wait to get me up in this pisshole, and now, just because this muthafucka sees his cunt of a mother for what she really is, I gotta go? You know what? Fuck you and this lil’ nappy-headed nigga.”
    â€œWhat?” Gloria squinted her eyes. “Fuck my son? No, you fat, nasty fucker, fuck you! Get the hell out of my house, you fat bastard!”
    Buck didn’t take well to women ordering him around and calling him out of his name. He had to show Gloria what happened to women who disrespected him, especially cheap-ass tricks like her.
    Buck nodded his head; he was plotting. He looked inside his wallet and pulled out a wad of money, just to tease Gloria with. “Fuck me?” he laughed. “Naw, fuck you, you broke-ass bitch. Let’s see how fat I am when you and ya little bastard’s ribs start rubbing together. I’m getting the hell out of here, all right.” Buck pulled his shirt down over his head and slipped on his shoes. “I might be fat, but so is my wallet.” Buck closed his wallet up and put it back into his pocket, letting Gloria know that he wasn’t giving her a goddamn dime. He then walked out of the room, knocking Wayne to the floor.
    â€œYou son of a bitch!” Gloria yelled as she got off the bed and followed behind Buck. “You get back here. You know I need some money.”
    â€œYou gonna have to learn to respect me,” Buck said, heading toward the door. “Now, if you stop while you’re ahead, I just might come back and let you try to earn your keep again. But this time, you done gone and let your mouth fuck it up for you.”
    â€œFuck you!” Gloria screamed, chasing behind Buck as he walked out the apartment door. She tripped over the sheet and fell down the outside hallway stairs. She landed at the bottom of the landing, butt naked.
    â€œDon’t you leave without giving me some fucking dough!” she screamed. Tears of anger flowed down her face. She had just allowed this man to fuck and nut up inside of her, all in the name of the almighty dollar. And now here he was trying to eat and run.
    Buck grabbed Gloria by the arm, dragged her back up the stairs, and flung her into the apartment, where Wayne was standing holding the door open. Wayne picked up his basketball, which was the nearest object, and hurled it at Buck as hard as he could. The ball hit him square in the face. Buck grabbed for his face as blood squirted from his nose.
    â€œYou little muthafucka,” he said, wiping his bloody nose with his shirt. Buck took off toward Wayne, expecting him to try to run from him. To Buck’s surprise, Wayne held his ground. Though it was a noble effort, Wayne was no match for the grown, fat man. Buck hit him in the chest, folding him.
    Gloria managed to make her way to the kitchen and pulled out the entire silverware drawer, going for a knife. She knew she had to do something or Buck would kill Wayne.
    She darted from the kitchen and ran toward Buck, who was on top of Wayne, choking the life out of him.
    â€œI’m gonna kill you, muthafucka!” Gloria yelled. “Get away from my son.”
    Buck stood up and was able to restrain Gloria by her wrists, forcing her to drop the knife and the sheet. He let go of Gloria and hauled off and slapped the holy shit out of her, leaving his handprint on her face.
    Wayne, still