Flyy Girl Read Free

send the rest of the children in herbasement home. She then readied Tracy for bed. It was nearly nine o’clock.
    â€œDid Keith say anything to Ra-Ra when I went inside the kitchen?” Patti asked her daughter while tucking her in.
    â€œUnh hunh. He said that she was ’sposed to go home at six-thirty.”
    Patti shook her head in disgust. “I knew it. That man ain’t no good. He’s just as evil as he wants to be.”
    Tracy chuckled and closed her eyes. Her mother then swept into her own bedroom. Dave was still watching television. He was leaned up against a pillow with his hands behind his head.
    â€œYou know what, Patti, I’m sick and tired of your sisters coming over here and terrorizing my damn house. I’ve worked hard for mine. Now if they got a problem with that, you best leave them out of our lives. Or at least out of my damn life.”
    â€œLook, Dave, now that’s my family. Without me, they’ll fall apart,” Patti self-righteously assumed. “So even if they argue with me, they really do need me.”
    â€œYeah, well, I’m gon’ tell you what, soon you ain’t gon’ need me, because I’m a little worn out from this dumb stuff.”
    Patti started to undress. “Dave, it ain’t all that bad.”
    â€œYes the hell it is,” Dave snapped. “Matter fact, they’re not coming over here anymore. Period.”
    Patti stopped undressing and stared at him. “Why, Dave?”
    â€œBecause I said so. That’s reason enough.”
    â€œNow you know that ain’t even fair,” Patti retorted. She caressed Dave’s chest under the sheets. Dave pulled her hand away and rolled over. “Baby, come on,” Patti pleaded.
    â€œNo, now, get off of me.”
    Patti sighed and turned the other way.
    â€œTurn the TV off,” Dave demanded.
    â€œYou’re the one that turned it on.”
    â€œI don’t care. You just got in bed. You’re not all that comfortable yet.”
    Patti stayed in the bed, refusing to move.
    Dave turned to face her. “What do you think, I’m playing? I told you to turn the shit off,” he snapped, nearly pushing her out of bed.
    Patti caught her balance to avoid falling onto the floor. She then went and turned the TV off. I don’t know who he think he is, she thought to herself as she strolled back to her side of the bed.
    â€œAre you satisfied now?”
    Dave was playing his ugly tough-guy role. He had learned it years ago to keep Patti in check. And Patti enjoyed pissing him off. It was her childish entertainment.
    Dave jumped up in an instant and grabbed her arm.
    â€œWhat are you doing?” Patti whined.
    â€œI’m tired of you playing that young-girl shit. You sleep on the damn couch tonight.”
    â€œWhy?” Patti said, holding Dave gently by his waist. She gently squeezed him, hoping to turn him on.
    â€œGet off me, Patti. You’re a damn kid, girl, I swear,” he told her as he knocked her hands away.
    Patti shoved her breasts up against his chest. “Please, I’m sorry, baby,” she pleaded. She tried to plant a kiss on her husband’s lips. Dave turned away to avoid it.
    â€œNo, get off of me,” he persisted, still trying to push her away.
    Patti sighed and began walking toward her daughter’s room.
    Dave asked, “Where are you going?”
    Patti teased him with a sly grin. “I’m going to sleep with my baby. She’s the only one that cares about me,” she told him.
    â€œLook, I’m gonna give you about two seconds to go downstairs and sleep on that damn couch, like I told you,” Dave warned her.
    Patti really knew how to get to her husband. She smirked and said, “Okay already.”
    Dave mugged her in the back of her head. “You think this shit is a damn joke, don’t you?” he asked her, pinning her to the hallway wall.
    â€œNow wait a minute, Dave,