Paying for pizza-2

“He says we can’t play in the backyard for the rest of the day,” Joey said.

A huge wave of s****rly strength rose up inside her. She took little Joey’s hand in hers and stood. She could feel the sodden material of her panties between her legs.

In the backyard, the landscape guy was spraying from a bottle strapped to his back. Marley sent Joey to stand with the other boys by the picnic table and then went to confront the man. She picked up a baseball bat and propped it on her shoulder as she crossed the yard.

He startled as she tapped his shoulder. “Young lady,” he said, eying the bat in her hand. He took two steps back and held his nozzle like a weapon.

“Fuck you,” Marley said. Stepping toward him, she poked her finger into his chest with the rhythm of her words. “The boys,” she said.

“Are using.”

The backyard.” His eyes rose to a point just over Marley’s shoulder, where the pizza guy stood silently with his arms folded across his chest.

“Let me have a word with this guy,” the pizza guy said.