"Get a freakin job," an older heavyset bearded white man mumbled to himself as he passed my wife and I sitting in front of a convenience store. This was not the first time this evening we heard this nor I'm sure would it be the last. Due to financials my fiancé and I had become the couple asking for money with a cardboard sign in front of the store. The store goers eyes that shifted to look anywhere else but in our direction, and the people who gave us change out of per awkwardness was not lost on us.
"For fucks sake," I heard the heavy set man say to himself as soon as he saw us sitting in front of the store again. Though we hear this all the time this caught my eye because this older heavy set man came to this store on back to back days.
"Jesus, you all here every night?" in an annoyed tone stopping abruptly in front of us the old man asked.
Sandra gave me a look of confusion. Sandra, 22, is not only my beautiful Latina wife to be, but also the soon to be mother of my child as she is currently 3 months pregnant with our first child. Though being three months pregnant she was still incredibly thin her boobs had begun to grow perkier than usual. We both recently moved here from Mexico and my English was much better than hers, so I don't believe she understood his question.
"Yes, we are here every night," I responded hoping my answer would be sufficient for him to go away.
"Why don't you get a job instead of piggybacking off others?" the older man lectured.
"I garden during the day? Do you need any work done?"
Pausing at my question the older man's eyes fixated on Sandra quickly looking her up and down causing Sandra to pull her knitted sweater covering her previously exposed cleavage.
"What's he asking?" Sandra whispered in my ear. Breaking the silence the gentleman, if you could call him that scoffed off into the store.
"What did he want?" Sandra worryingly asked.
"I don't know, nothing?" answering her question with my own with no real insight.
After 20 minutes we packed up our things as the store was closing and parking lot was emptying. Approaching our beat up car we became startled when we heard a loud ZROOM. A truck slid quickly into the parking space next to us. Rolling down the driver window revealed the older gentleman from before. His belly extended out to steering wheel.
"I got $40 bucks for you all," to my surprise extending his hand out with cash.
"Oh... thank you," taken aback reaching out my hand to accept, "we appreciate that." However, before I could accept he brought his hand back into the truck.
"First..." taking a sigh, "I want something from ya'll."
Sandra and I looked at each other scared about to jump in our car.
"Hey now, it's okay," trying to ensure us, "I just want to see your fine woman's chest. That's not that big of a request is it?"
Sandra whispered Spanish in my ear for what the man was asking for and before we knew it we were speaking to each other in Spanish. How this made me feel uncomfortable, whether he was a cop or tricking us.
"Hey!" the guy shouted breaking our discussion up. "Do we have a deal or what?" he looked at Sandra and I both in the eyes before settling on Sandra. Flashing the money again and pointing to her stomach, "think of your little baby. I've seen enough baby bumps to know your pregnant."
"You a cop" Sandra accused.
The man laughed revealing yellowing teeth between his dirty beard, "No, no. Do I look like a cop?"
Sandra's face became serious she aggressively took steps towards his truck before pulling her shirt down to reveal her newly pregnant shapely breast and dark nipples. Her nipples hard and breast filled with goosebumps from the cool night air. She turned her head sideways as to not look at the gross man taking in the sight of her privates. However, I did. He smirked giving me a glimpse of his yellowing food stuck between teeth while his eyes were fixated taking mental pictures for later.
As aggressively as she had lowered her top she did the same covering herself back up. Crossing her sweater across her chest she snagged the money out of his hand and made a B-line directly to the passenger seat of our car.
"Name's Walter," I'll see you all around as he shifted gears driving off in his truck.
"You didn't have to do that," I muttered breaking the silence of the car ride home. Sitting in the passenger seat with her hand rubbing her stomach looking out the window her body came off small. Her shoulders seemed to be projecting inward like she wanted to fall into a ball.
"The money will help us," finally responding almost emotionless never breaking her glance of watching the street move past her. We road in silence the rest of the way home.
