Rough Night in the Queen City

This is a throwback story of Kevin Delaney III.  If you follow Kevin you know that sometimes he thinks with the wrong head. He makes boneheaded decisions regularly, he is easily swayed by a pretty face or awesome shape, Lord help him if she is a combination of the two. In other words he's a young man. Before he left the Ala/Miss, Kevin had some adventures here's one of them:

Kevin watched her dancing. She was at least 5' 10'' and the sheer blue body dress clung to her flawless, athlete's, body like plastic wrap. "Good Jesus that motherfucker is finer den frog hair!" He thought. Her curly baby hair was wet with sweat, but she danced like it didn't matter. 

He deserved a break. Between hauling the pine trees that were made into paper known as pulpwood, and doing the floors overnight at Walmart, all he seemed to do was work. 

 College or the military, the choice had jumped up too fast for Kevin. He couldn't focus on what he wanted yet. Mostly because he had no idea. 

What he did know was that everyone had left him. His classmates, most of whom were not really his friends, had all disappeared. Some of them he would miss, he had known most of them since at least middle school, some since kindergarten. Even Jay and Tony his best partners had vanished into thin air.

His father, had wanted his son to come to work for him. He had been grooming his namesake until the "Damn Fool!" Had decided that he was grown and moved out.

 Kevin Jr. was a sensible man, who raised collards, cabbage, okra, and tomatoes behind his house.

 He and the younger Kevin's, mother had been together since pigtails.  Kevin Jr. had retired from the air force and went into business. He had  owned a successful "from the ground up" construction company since before Kevin III could recall.
Kevin III thought his father, Kevin Jr.,  was the stupidest man in the world.
He had learned all of the construction skills he could possibly use from his Father. His father had taught him how to drive, and fight, and had gotten Kevin the job hauling pulpwood with his friend. None of that mattered. Kevin felt that his father was dumber than a box of rocks.
He still had attempted to enter into the air force to please him. Flat feet took him out of consideration. He was stuck in Alabama.
Kevin thought about it all as he watched the tall, voluptuous, woman sway to song after song.

 He had came to Meridian to let his hair down. The club was called "Esperanza" and the nearly six foot tall amazon made him think that coming there had been the proper decision. 

 Kevin was tired of feeling alone. "Shit, I wish she would een thank bout spending  some time with me!" Kevin thought. His wish came true in the midst of his self pity.
The dancer, a former Meridian H.S. Lady Wildcats standout, was gesturing for Kevin to come to her. 

She was so bad that Kevin looked around before obeying, but obey he did, and the woman kissed him deeply as soon as he approached. Raymisha, had a hand full of Kevin's curly locks, and her peppermint Schnapps and Newport flavored tongue down his throat.

 Raymisha Fuller, was named after her father, and like her father she was a drug addict. 

She had been a guard for the Meridian H.S. Lady Wildcats championship team. A bad choice for a boyfriend and sample of crack cocaine had changed her future drastically. She could have gone overseas to play basketball, but instead Ray had gotten wrapped up with shady characters. 

Raymisha and Kevin were outside of the club pawing at each other in his Park Avenue. "Ray" as she told him to call her was all over him and it took her about twenty minutes to convince him to take her to a hotel on the Frontage Rd.  She didn’t want to go"All the way to Alabama!"
Instead she suggested a hotel on frontage rd eight miles from the Alabama  state line and sixteen miles from Kevin's house. 

The motel was $12 a night and looked like it. The stains and smells drove away everyone but their niche market, people too horny, drunk, drugged or desperate to care. It was a cesspool, but Kevin honestly couldn't think of anything else but this girls butt in that dress.

He didn't question her getting the room, he had peeled off a $20 bill without blinking, and didn't care that she didn't offer change.

 The only thing that mattered was getting some, but he didn't miss the fact that the lights had just been on in the room the girl unlocked, a miniscule section of his brain registered through the lust-fueled haze. Some instinct made him hang back as she walked into the room.  Wood slammed against wood where Kevin’s head had just been.
 

Kevin was able to avoid the heavy swing of the baseball bat that would have killed him. The man who swung it had over committed to the attack and was off balanced. The bat slammed into the door jamb right where his head would have been if he had not hesitated. 

 Because of the effort Kevin's attacker had over extended himself  and his entire body fell forward, he had been headed toward the ground even, before Kevin's wood hauling strength and pine sap hardened hands sent him to sleep. 

The other two "Jack boys" had to come out of the hotel room to rob Kevin, as a result of their crime partner's missed attempt. Kevin, had stepped backward onto the walkway. "It anit sweet like that folk." He said as he got into a fighting stance. Kevin wasn't affiliated but he was trying to appeal to the muggers by any means necessary.
Despite the fact that the 2 men found themselves in the parking lot and their partner was unconscious the "Jack boys" still seemed determined to rob Kevin. He fought for his $278. 

The Jack boys felt those big  hands hardened to rocks by hard work. Between Kevin's pure power and the training that his father had forced on him Kevin was gaining the upper hand. 

Finally Raymisha leveled an old raggedy, but still deadly pistol and made Kevin back off.

 Even as he  stopped fighting, Kevin stared at the woman who was robbing him. She was so fine that even holding the weapon on him all he could do was think about how she was bow-legged and pigeon-toed at the same time, and how the dress had ridden up her cream-colored thighs. Kevin shook his head as he raised both hands in the air.

 While the 3^rd Junkie loaded their unconscious friend into the Ford Econoline kidnapping van, the second man emptied Kevin’s pockets and kicked him in the testicles. Kevin folded over and began heaving. The crackhead kicked him again and Raymisha had to remind Kevin that she was the one with the gun. One final kick and Kevin was on the ground in a pool of his own vomit.

 He lay on the parking lot and watched the perpetrators van pull off.

As the Jacking crew drove off Kevin thought he noticed a head nod between the clerk and the robbing crew. He couldn’t be sure from his prone vantage point, but it looked suspect to Kevin.

Kevin thought about all the times his dad, had warned him to stay away from night clubs and Meridian as a whole.

 He had no ideal what to do about it, but Kevin realized he hated Meridian and Butler. 

The more Kevin thought about it, the more he was certain that he saw something pass between the hotel clerk and the Jackers.

 He thought about how far from what he had thought was going to happen, his current situation was.

Yeah he hated meridian.