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Her EBT food stamp card was refused so she trashed the store.
A lightbulb went off in Oscar's head!
When one door closes, another one opens. And another thing that was being opened was the jars. All of them. Their entire contents being strewn along the floor. The jars of food his uncle would sell at his place at a low profit just to keep his family comfortable. The bags of chips he would give for free to some of the neighborhood kids if they had gotten good grades.
And this fucking bitch was throwing everything on the floor. It was hard to describe her with words, Oscar thought. When the cops would ask for a description eventually, he wouldn't be sure what to say. "This big fucking whale that looks like a bear"-was the first thing that popped in his mind. And facial expressions of disgust and repulsion. Maybe he'd stick his tongue out and make heaving noises.
But back to the thought! It was a pretty good one. All that training with his friends would come in handy. Jab, jab, right cross, left uppercut. The classic combination that he always wanted to perfect but couldn't quite pull off against his quick friends. But against this one, he was pretty sure he could. It would do wonders for his confidence in the next training day.
As he approached her to set up for the jab, she shifted in a clumsy manner. Her large and pendulous breast pressed against his hand. The softness! It made Oscar's thoughts of violence wash away. Maybe she was human after all. His brain was now awash with images of him caressing her body, her thick yet viscous flesh molding to his grip.
He could not control himself. As soon as he saw an opportunity, Oscar grabbed her from behind in one swift motion. He felt himself get sucked into her back like those mattresses he'd see in TV commercials but could never afford. His body merged with her but his hands were still free and he used them to grab on to the front of her torso. As he was preparing to take a euphorical deep breath of her neck and hair, his eyes went to his uncle.
There were tears in the old man's defeated eyes. Not because his hard work was being decimated to trash, but because he noticed what Oscar was doing. He knew. The world came crashing down on Oscar. He couldn't keep doing what he wanted to. And in the same swift motion he grabbed her, he somehow managed enough strength to spin around and guide her towards the exit. The blood that was rushing to his privates had now moved to his legs and arms. The adrenaline of not letting his family down made him push like he had never before.
And he was still able to give a parting gift of a very enjoyable hip thrust to the soft and squishy behind of this Namibian queen as she was falling out of the door.
But seriously, I would've shot the bitch.