Kelly Ann. And get away with it.” she laughs.
Kelly laughs, splashing her friend right back.
“Tell that to the sexy colored gals in Harlem hun. Each more prettier than the next, and they all got sugar daddies. White and black.”
Sally continues to wash Kelly’s long creamy white arms, gently laying her own sleeved arm next to her friends. The comparison is beautiful.
The flapper enjoys the comparison as well.
“Chocolate comes in so many different colors. From white to dark,” she laughs out loud as Sally chuckles hard.
The young maid looks across her mistress’s fine white skin, then to her own soft brown elegance. Silently comparing her breast to Kelly’s, sally admires what nature has blessed her with.
There have been times Sally has looked at herself in the mirror, especially when dressing up in her maids uniform. Gandering at her young supple body and all of its curves.
She knows Benjamin loves her deeply, always saying how she is the best woman he has ever met.
At the thought, the maid chuckles to herself. The lovable killer always says this after he has had his fill of her young flesh. Laying on the bed like some beautiful golden king, his eyes soft and satisfied.
“Men’a say anything aft’a cum’in,” Sally says to herself.
Kelly looks up quickly with a grin.
“And make promises.”
“I make mine keep his.”
“Hold that wonderful fine white ass to the fire if he don’t,” she smirks, washing her breast.
As the two women think, both from different worlds, now together in each others lives, they are grateful. Life is funny that way.
Gently their laughter dies down, each looking to the other, wondering.
“You do realize that there are four women we have to take care of?,” Kelly says out of the blue.
“And I got four schemes to send each right back to hell where they came from,” Sally says with confidence.
Kelly leans on the edge of the tub, intrigued even more. She plays with the hem of her friend’s maid uniform. “Do tell Sally Mae -- do tell.”
Downstairs, already three glasses of wine between them. Slick and Benjamin, also known as ‘Skeeter’, are silent as they look to each other. Both brothers know what has to happen.
As Slick has a long sip, he considers what the woman are speaking about upstairs. He hears their giggling, then long silences. “Yo’ kno’ wha’ tha’ woman is plann’in right?,” he says.
“Yep - kill’in tha’ McClaren women. One at’a time ya hur’ naw.”
“Sally told hur’ sista’ and hur’ sista’ told me. Try’in ta’ have me convince hur’ not ta’ do it,” Benjamin says solemnly.
The creole loves Sally, though he took advantage of the young woman last summer. He has always had a soft spot for the studious young woman. An ambitious beauty whom wants to become the first colored woman doctor in the South. Benjamin really does care her.
If marriage was in his blood, the young down-to-earth beauty would be Benjamin’s choice over all.
“Shhh -- iiitttt. Kelly gon’ take care of’at.”
“Yo’ think she gon’ let tha’ sweet lil pickaninny get any blood on hur’ precious hands.”
“Kelly wu’d cut off her own hands befo’ that happens,” Slick comments, sipping.
Benjamin eyes the ceiling. Kelly’s bathroom is right above.
Both men smile silently, knowing the woman are probably plotting right as they speak. “Yo’ right. We g’on keep an eye out.”
“Make sho’ they don’t get caught up,” Benjamin chuckles.
“So about tha’ plan. Wha’ tha’ fuck we’s have ta’ do?”
Lounging in his dining room chair, Slick fingers the fine wooden dining room table. A gift from his wives stepfather. Another man the killer had to put down for slapping Kelly at a dinner party. His wife was none the wiser.
The blue eyed thug fingers the fine wood grain as wine buzzes pleasantly in his mind. “Ya’ aint gonna to like it tho’.”
“And personally. I don’t giv’a fly’in bat fuck,” he finally says.
Benjamin sits up in his seat.
“And why tha’ fuck not ?” the creole killer sneers.
“Cause it involves ya’ gett’in caught,” Slick smirks.
He is ready to be called everything but the child of God.
“Tha’ fuck it don’t nigga,” Benjamin nearly laughs off his chair.
“Wha’ tha’ fuck ya’ talk’in bout’? “
“Ya’ must be out'cha ya’ fuck'in white devil mind if ya’ think Imma let them mean peck’a woods get me in’a rope noose,” Benjamin almost yells, mindful he is in Kelly’s house.
“I swear fo’ tha’ almighty. If I wu’d leave ya ta’ plan tha’ maze fo’ a stupid rat.
“Ya dumb ass wu’d forget tha’ fuck’in cheese.”
“I think I hate ya’ right naw,” the creole sneers.
Slick says nothing as he chuckles at his business partner.
“Keep talk’in ya’ mongrel mutha'fucka’.”
“I’mma split ya head to tha’ white meat. Ya’ daffy bast’turd.”
Benjamin smiles. “We can gon’ take this outside asshole,” he laughs.
“I’d beat ya’ so bad. Ya asshole’ll be puff’in out proud cause’ ya face w’ud be fit ugly mutha’-fuck’a.
Slick snickers as he looks up to his dinner room ceiling. He wonders what the girls are talking about. “Naw. I’d kill ya’ dumb nigga ass.”
“Then Sally and Kelly gon’ be all in my face.”
“Fuck ya’ and tha’ train ya’ rode hur’
