Help me get my stuff loaded so we can get going," I said, avoiding eye contact. Ronnie had buckled the new TV into the passenger side front seat so we...could both sit in the back.Ronnie wanted to talk, but I was beat. I fell asleep before we were out of our subdivision and I was out for an hour and a half. When I woke up Ronnie was reading a magazine and Mr. Randall was listening to some dumb CD that sounded like disco music.I stretched and tried to work the kinks out of my neck from sleeping. I just asked Charlie to go to the store and get some more beer so you should have a clear shot."Another voice laughed and said, "Yeah, if there isn't a line" and they all started laughing as I quietly made my way back up the stairs and left the house.If there had been any doubt in my mind that it was my Loretta they were talking about it was gone now. I was the only Charley that birthday boy had sent out for beer. I still didn't know what kind he wanted, but out of spite I was going to get him. It's been ayear since I had to start making you pretty to help you understand yourplace in our marriage. And it's been six months since HE -- and youshould show more respect by calling him Drake -- started giving me thegood sex that you could never provide."Lela continued to lock eyes with him. Slowly he lowered his gaze,acknowledging that, as always, he was giving in. His narrow shoulderssagged as he slumped forward, his soft belly protruding slightly.Harold's weak chin trembled and he. I rushed to my motorcycle, hoping to make a clean getaway, I felt it when the leads hit my back. Goddamn Taser shot the juice through my body and collapsed.I jerked around on the floor as the juice shot through my body. Okay, okay you’ve got me, I thought, now you’re just being cruel. The big cop giggled as he clutched the trigger on the Taser, his partner likewise had a good laugh at my expense. I’ll remember this, mother fuckers!“That’s enough,” the plain closed officer said. “Hard to.