Fearsome Cindy MacPherson | By : drowsteel Category: +1 through F > Boondocks, The Views: 11277 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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“You ain’t gon’ BELIEVE what that bitch did!” Riley was still on the verge of tears when Huey came into the house.
“Jazmine?” Huey asked.
“NO! That little Cindy Mac Bitch!” Riley wiped his eyes, trying to go back to his tough-guy scowl.
Huey rubbed his chin in thought. “Did she treat you like a commodity that she owned, showing a mean disregard for your independence?”
“Wh- n...” Riley stuttered, trying to figure out what Huey said. “Nigga, how you know that?”
“White people have a track record,” Huey shrugged. “So what are you going to do?”
“She got these pictures,” Riley grumbled. “We gotta get rid of ‘em!”
Huey was 100% certain he didn’t want to know about those pictures. He was also sure that he didn’t want to be a party to Riley’s plans to destroy them.
“Uh...I promised Jazmine I’d help her study,” Huey said. “I’d better go over to Tom’s house.”
“Nigga, you gay!” Riley growled.
Well, if Huey wouldn’t help, Riley had other allies.
“Shit, you better believe we’ll get this bitch,” Gin Rummy said. “How old did you say she was?”
“She’s my age!” Riley said.
“That’d be easy,” Ed the Third said. “You don’t have to worry about little bitches in this country having grenades in they skirt. I bet if we had to kick four or five girls’ asses, we could still do it!”
“Hell yeah!” Rummy fist bumped his partner. “That’s the shit! It’s the next best thing to clubbing baby seals to death in the muthafuckin’ bathtub!”
“Oh!” Ed snapped his fingers, “I’m gettin’ a club!”
“Yea!” Riley smiled. He could count on Ed and Rummy.
“Aw, fuck,” Ed said, dropping his club in the back seat of his car. “Hey, baby girl!”
“Uncle Ed!” Cindy ran up and hugged Ed the Third. Riley stared, open-mouthed.
“Well, shit,” Rummy shrugged. “Guess we can’t help you out here, little man.”
“WHAT THE FUCK you talkin’ about?!” Riley sputtered. “That’s the bitch I was tellin’ you about.”
“Yeah,” Rummy re-holstered the Desert Eagle he’d brought along. “But you didn’t say it was Cindy “Fearsome” MacPherson that we was dealing with.”
Cindy shot an evil smile at Riley. “My granddad and Uncle Ed’s granddad are in business together.”
Riley looked at Ed, who nodded.
“AWWWW!” Riley gritted his teeth. “This some ol’ BULL-SHIT!” He stormed off.
“He’s my new bitch,” Cindy said.
“Did you kiss your old girlfriends?” Jazmine asked. “I mean, a lot?”
“No,” Huey answered honestly. “Do you get what the building points Frederick Douglass used are?”
“I think so,” Jazmine lied. “Is it because you don’t like kissing?”
“No,” Huey said. “See, Douglass used a lot of the natural struggles of the Irish when he was in Great Britain to emphasize the equality of all people, which was a matter for the sexes as well as races.”
Jazmine looked at her history book and frowned. “It doesn’t say that,” she said.
“That’s because it only has two goddamn pages about the man,” Huey grumbled.
“Have you ever seen a girl with no clothes?” Jazmine asked.
“Yes,” Huey replied. On the internet he had.
“Oh,” Jazmine felt a little intimidated by Huey’s experience. “D...do you want to see me without any clothes?”
Huey blushed. Jazmine was so cute. “I think we should wait until we’re older,” he said.
Jazmine looked a little relieved. She started blushing.
“Ive...never seen a boy without clothes,” she said.
“You can see them on the internet,” Huey offered. “You have to watch out what you type, though, because the FBI watches certain search keywords.”
Jazmine gave a shy smile. “I’d rather see you, Huey.”
“Okay, bitch,” Riley was waiting in front of Cindy’s house, and he stopped her when she came home. “How I get you to delete those pictures?”
“You don’t get to call me bitch,” Cindy smirked and tilted her head back, her new sunglasses gleaming in the light. “BUUUuuuuut, I get to call you bitch.”
“Bi...” Riley bit his tongue. “Okay.”
“And for the next month, I get to call you whenever I want to do whatever I want.”
“I gi’ you a week,” Riley glared.
“Two weeks,” Cindy said.
“Week an’ a half,” Riley countered.
“Five percent of a year,” Cindy offered.
“YEA!” Riley snapped. “Now you talkin’!”
Cindy blinked, surprised that had worked. “AND, you have to take me Thugnificent’s crib.”
Riley fumed. “Okay, but you don’t say ‘crib’ no more,” he demanded.
As Riley walked home, he tried to figure out exactly how many days he was supposed to be Cindy’s slave. And how many days were in a year. And how you figured out five percent. He’d ask Huey.
Riley looked through the window of the Dubois’ house as he went over to it, wondering if Huey and Jazmine were in the living room. They were.
Huey was standing in front of Jazmine, completely nude. Jazmine was tenderly touching him on the chest.
“AW!” Riley screamed. “NIGGA, YOU GAY!”
Both Huey and Jazmine jumped. Huey hurriedly dressed and opened the door.
“What’s five percent of a year?” Riley asked, scowling at his brother.
“Eighteen days,” Huey replied.
“Shit,” Riley grumbled. “Well, at least it ain’t two weeks long.”
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