“It’s my table.”

“It’s our table. I bought it, motherfucker!”

They stared each other down like Gladiators. “And I don’t want to eat my food imagining your dick in my ass, Man. Have some fucking respect.”

“You’re barely touching your food.”

“Because you won’t shut up. And for the record I don’t have a problem with you calling me names in the
bed.”

“Then what’s the problem?”

“Your mouth wrote a check your dick can’t cash.”

“Meaning?”

“What do you think it means? It has meant the same thing for months.”

“You aren’t making any sense.”

“Oh, Ed. It makes perfect sense.”

“I’m tired of this…” He stood up, stretching. “I’m going to work.”

“Sure. Go ahead. Go to work, Plumber.”

“Plumber? I am not a plumber.”

“Sure you are. I heard you lay good pipe.”

He was suddenly guarded. “Baby…”

“It’s Georgia, and I am no longer your baby. Nor do I want to ever have your motherfucking child, dumb ass!”

He was angry. “You’re going to have my child. You know how much I want one…”

“This is why I’ll never have your kid, bitch. When you came inside me this morning, you called me ‘Princess.’”

The blood left his face.