Fathead Newton sat in the back of his nephew, Chick Peter's restaraunt and talked with the attorney, Robert Foxworth. While talking he watched everything and everyone...especially the very voluptuous Assistant Manager...Inger Evans.. Evans was tall like a model, had the hugest breasts he had ever seen and a slim waist to match. A cute little figure and a sassy little walk about her that just captivated the men who did see her. She was his nephew's Assistant Manager and Bookkeeper. Knowing his nephew as he did, Fathead guessed that although she was quite capable....Chick didn't really hire her for her book keeping and managerial skills. If he knew right, Chick was screwing her and more than likely, head over heels in love with her.
"Okay Mr. Newton...you want the divorce proceedings to begin when?" said Robert Foxworth.
"As soon as possible....pay that broad 200k and tell her to get to steppin..." snapped Fathead.
"Just two hundred thousand? She's going to ask for more than that?" said Robert Foxworth.
"I don't give a merry damn what she asks for.....Throw in a new car with the 200k and that's it.
She had considerably less when I met her...She was nothin but a cheap five dollar lap dancin ho when I met her...She's makin out good...and impress upon her how it would behoove her not to make any trouble for me after the divorce...She does have a mother and several other relatives here in the city...it would be a damn shame if somethin should uh ruh...happen to any one or all of em.." said Fathead.
Robert cringed after that...He knew what that implied threat could mean...He cleared his throat and said-
"Mr.Newton this is a more than generous offer and I'm sure I can persuade your soon to be former missus to except your terms." he said.
"Yeah,well uh...see that you do." said Fathead, who was still watching Inger Evans...He noticed that a well dressed, yet compact young black guy came to the door...He looked like a wanna be hood in training...The way he and Chris Thompson had looked years ago when they were just starting out in the game. They had made a little money and had gone to New York and bought some dark silk suits, some italian leather shoes and a lot of Black silk shirts...He laughed about that and those days.
Fathead noticed how Inger and the guy laughed and talked and touched one another...How she looked around and how the guy slipped into the back room. She closed the door and locked it and pulled the shades...
"Okay counselor...you got anything else?" asked Fathead.
"Nah ...uh I mean..no, this just about settles everything...I'll speak to your wife and her attorney." said Robert Foxworth.
"Who is her attorney?" said Fathead.
"A guy named Sharkey...Nick Sharkey." said Robert Foxworth.
"I know him....tell him I said hello...ask him how his wife and kids are doing?" laughed Fathead.
'Will do Mr. Newton." said Robert Foxworth as he grabbed his legal material and made his way out the door.
Chick Peters was in Miami, attending to some business for Fathead...Inger was minding the shop
so to speak...She had no idea who he was...Just some fat guy ordering a lot of food. Fathead laughed..he thought of his friend, Chris Thompson......A low profile could be a good thing, he thought.
He walked into the back hall and listened at the wall near the office door....
"Ohhhhhhhhh, Henry....put it in mee.....ohhhhhh babyyyyyyyy..."
"Come here girllll, ummmmph.....ohhhh you feel sooo goodddddd..ohhhhh..."
"Oh Henry..give me morrrre..ouuuuuuuu, I need all of you inside me..ohhhhhhhhh..."
"Ohhhhh,ummmmmmph.....ohhh baby..."
Fathead laughed.....He had figured out exactly what was going on...She was giving Henry the credit card numbers of their customers and he had some type of fake card making scam going or an identity theft racket. They were careful just to ring up enough stuff on someone else's card that it didn't get immediately noticed...but sometimes, they got greedy...and that's when a few observant customers began complaining and that's when the credit card investigators began breathing down his nephew's neck. It was a great scam he reasoned...but they couldn't be doing that to his nephew's legitimate business. He could have just made them disapear, but he remembered Chris's teachings and thought better of it. No he'd handle it a different way. A way that wouldn't shed a bad light on him.
"Ohhhh Henry.....give mama some more......ouuuuuuuuu...."
"You've got me so hot baby,I'm about to explode..."
"Ouuuu..not yet..not yet...don't cum yet baby..ohhhhhhhhhhh....it's sooo good."
Fathead laughed...then he went to a phone booth and made three anonymous phone calls.
One week later.......
Fathead and his nephew, Chick Peters stood outside the restaraunt as FBI Special Agent in charge, Frank Cotton and his men arrested Inger Evans and the young tough, identified as Henry Wiggins... The two had been stealing people's credit card identification and making purchases on line over state lines for a few months...Inger was the brains of the operation. Henry was ,just like Fathead's nephew, hopelessly in love with her and willing to go along to please her and to get that good lovin...Fathead reasoned. He looked at Inger one last time. He couldn't blame Henry, he thought...She was certainly worth it.
"Wow ,Unc....I can't believe Inger was involved in something like this...I really,really liked her." said Chick.
"Yeah, well never trust big tits and a smile" said Fathead.
"That's never trust a big butt and a smile" said Chick.
"Butt, Tits...what difference does it make?" said Fathead.
He and his nephew looked at each other and burst into laughter!
"Wow...thanks for taking care of that for me Unc.....and our friend from Miami says that he'll do business with you...He wants a face to face with you first." said Chick.
"Good work nephew...set that up for me." said Fathead.
'Sure thing Unc......Man...I really loved Inger...I was gonna ask her to marry me...She loved me too..I don't know what lie that Henry fella told her .I think if she had known that I was planning to marry her and make her a partner in my business, she wouldn't have been stealing from me." said Chick as he walked inside.
Fathead looked at the front of the restaraunt then looked at his poor mis guided nephew and smiled wryly, shook his head and then walked towards his car.
That boy still has a lot to learn ,he thought to himself!
(For Soloman)
"Okay Mr. Newton...you want the divorce proceedings to begin when?" said Robert Foxworth.
"As soon as possible....pay that broad 200k and tell her to get to steppin..." snapped Fathead.
"Just two hundred thousand? She's going to ask for more than that?" said Robert Foxworth.
"I don't give a merry damn what she asks for.....Throw in a new car with the 200k and that's it.
She had considerably less when I met her...She was nothin but a cheap five dollar lap dancin ho when I met her...She's makin out good...and impress upon her how it would behoove her not to make any trouble for me after the divorce...She does have a mother and several other relatives here in the city...it would be a damn shame if somethin should uh ruh...happen to any one or all of em.." said Fathead.
Robert cringed after that...He knew what that implied threat could mean...He cleared his throat and said-
"Mr.Newton this is a more than generous offer and I'm sure I can persuade your soon to be former missus to except your terms." he said.
"Yeah,well uh...see that you do." said Fathead, who was still watching Inger Evans...He noticed that a well dressed, yet compact young black guy came to the door...He looked like a wanna be hood in training...The way he and Chris Thompson had looked years ago when they were just starting out in the game. They had made a little money and had gone to New York and bought some dark silk suits, some italian leather shoes and a lot of Black silk shirts...He laughed about that and those days.
Fathead noticed how Inger and the guy laughed and talked and touched one another...How she looked around and how the guy slipped into the back room. She closed the door and locked it and pulled the shades...
"Okay counselor...you got anything else?" asked Fathead.
"Nah ...uh I mean..no, this just about settles everything...I'll speak to your wife and her attorney." said Robert Foxworth.
"Who is her attorney?" said Fathead.
"A guy named Sharkey...Nick Sharkey." said Robert Foxworth.
"I know him....tell him I said hello...ask him how his wife and kids are doing?" laughed Fathead.
'Will do Mr. Newton." said Robert Foxworth as he grabbed his legal material and made his way out the door.
Chick Peters was in Miami, attending to some business for Fathead...Inger was minding the shop
so to speak...She had no idea who he was...Just some fat guy ordering a lot of food. Fathead laughed..he thought of his friend, Chris Thompson......A low profile could be a good thing, he thought.
He walked into the back hall and listened at the wall near the office door....
"Ohhhhhhhhh, Henry....put it in mee.....ohhhhhh babyyyyyyyy..."
"Come here girllll, ummmmph.....ohhhh you feel sooo goodddddd..ohhhhh..."
"Oh Henry..give me morrrre..ouuuuuuuu, I need all of you inside me..ohhhhhhhhh..."
"Ohhhhh,ummmmmmph.....ohhh baby..."
Fathead laughed.....He had figured out exactly what was going on...She was giving Henry the credit card numbers of their customers and he had some type of fake card making scam going or an identity theft racket. They were careful just to ring up enough stuff on someone else's card that it didn't get immediately noticed...but sometimes, they got greedy...and that's when a few observant customers began complaining and that's when the credit card investigators began breathing down his nephew's neck. It was a great scam he reasoned...but they couldn't be doing that to his nephew's legitimate business. He could have just made them disapear, but he remembered Chris's teachings and thought better of it. No he'd handle it a different way. A way that wouldn't shed a bad light on him.
"Ohhhh Henry.....give mama some more......ouuuuuuuuu...."
"You've got me so hot baby,I'm about to explode..."
"Ouuuu..not yet..not yet...don't cum yet baby..ohhhhhhhhhhh....it's sooo good."
Fathead laughed...then he went to a phone booth and made three anonymous phone calls.
One week later.......
Fathead and his nephew, Chick Peters stood outside the restaraunt as FBI Special Agent in charge, Frank Cotton and his men arrested Inger Evans and the young tough, identified as Henry Wiggins... The two had been stealing people's credit card identification and making purchases on line over state lines for a few months...Inger was the brains of the operation. Henry was ,just like Fathead's nephew, hopelessly in love with her and willing to go along to please her and to get that good lovin...Fathead reasoned. He looked at Inger one last time. He couldn't blame Henry, he thought...She was certainly worth it.
"Wow ,Unc....I can't believe Inger was involved in something like this...I really,really liked her." said Chick.
"Yeah, well never trust big tits and a smile" said Fathead.
"That's never trust a big butt and a smile" said Chick.
"Butt, Tits...what difference does it make?" said Fathead.
He and his nephew looked at each other and burst into laughter!
"Wow...thanks for taking care of that for me Unc.....and our friend from Miami says that he'll do business with you...He wants a face to face with you first." said Chick.
"Good work nephew...set that up for me." said Fathead.
'Sure thing Unc......Man...I really loved Inger...I was gonna ask her to marry me...She loved me too..I don't know what lie that Henry fella told her .I think if she had known that I was planning to marry her and make her a partner in my business, she wouldn't have been stealing from me." said Chick as he walked inside.
Fathead looked at the front of the restaraunt then looked at his poor mis guided nephew and smiled wryly, shook his head and then walked towards his car.
That boy still has a lot to learn ,he thought to himself!
(For Soloman)
