Bad Decisions Chapter Five: Letting it All Out

Shelly gets some bad news, but it might not be as bad as she thinks.

"Just great," I said as I pulled into work. Hank was waiting for me inside the parking lot.

As I parked, he started heading over to me.

He wouldn't be stupid to try something with all my co-workers standing around, so I got out of the car and stared at him as he walked toward me.

"What?" I asked.

"Now, you're fucking," he stopped as he saw some of the black males from my job standing at the loading dock.

"Go ahead," I said with a smile. "Say it, I dare you," I said as I looked at him.

"You know what I was going to say," Hank shook his head.

"No, I don't, I want you to say it loud and proud," I smiled as I looked at him.

Again, he looked at the loading dock, then shook his head. Hank was many things, but suicide wasn't one of them.

"You're the one that came here, I didn't invite you," I said as I got my things out of my car. "You have something to say, then say it, or get the fuck gone."

"If I knew you liked those kinds, I would have never allowed you in my hotel room," Hank said.

"You're still on that?" I laughed. "It wasn't that big of a deal; I have watched commercials that have lasted longer."

Hank stepped closer to me as I challenged his manhood.

"What? You don't like the truth?" I said, shaking my head. "You are losing your touch."

There was a time when Hank could fuck me into exhaustion, and I was sure those days were way behind him. He had a beer gut and even standing here in the sun. I could see he was breathing heavily.

"Fuck you," Hank shook his head. "I tried to come back here and help you out, but you know what, you're not worth it!"

Hank walked away and headed for his bike. "Enjoy your colored boyfriend," he said as he started his motorcycle.

I didn't have it in me to tell him that Andrew was just someone doing work around the house. If he wanted to believe I was fucking Andrew, that was on him.

"Bye," I waved as he roared out of the parking lot.

"So, you're sleeping with a brother?" Logan asked as I entered the office through the loading dock.

"You wish," I smiled.

Logan and the other dock workers were harmless. Even if Hank said the word, they would probably yell at him or tell him off, but none of them would hurt him.

As for me, they were my co-workers. Sure, they would call me names and whistle at me, but not one of them made a serious move on me, even after the divorce.

My favorite was Ms. New Booty. I had to listen to the song to get the meaning, but the name fitted me, so I let them keep calling me it.

"One day that ass is going to have a brother hitting it from behind, mark my words," Johnathan said.

"Only when he is dreaming," I smiled as I went to my office.