After spending much of the day either tanning, or swearing on her neighbours, Fleur kept checking her watch, for that crazed on again off again lover Bubba Boy Brady, to show his face and do his usual round of begging for forgiveness, complete with vouchers for Walmart as a peace offering. But turns out, Bubba Boy Brady was in the burns unit, gotten most of his butt hair burnt and melted the skin off his scrotum. Looks like poor Bubba Boy Brady was not coming back to Pine Acres anytime soon. Fleur knew she was going to have to come up with a short fall in the rent amount, and tapped her bottom lip, as she tried to figure out a good way to make extra money in a short amount of time.
She’d been reluctant to do be the Turtle wax girl for the upcoming race, since Turtle man himself was vying to come and do the honors with the checkered flag. He had a bit of a crush on old Fleur, since one trip down to New Orleans, and someone spiked her Margarita and she ended up waking up beside the bad breathed Turtle man. Ever since then, he keeps sending her turtle shells, why she had about fifteen in her front garden.
Sighing, she went inside to make the call, that she would do the gig….and pay the price.
You could hear the slamming of internal doors, and then the pad pad pad of Fleur’s feet as she went from one end of the trailer to the other, and then pushed the fly door open to her trailer. And who should be standing on the porch? Why none other than Carlos, who was singing as though it was for his supper.
“Carlos…Della reject you again?” She said with her southern drawl, placing her hand on her hip and giving him the not impressed expression. She knew that he had his eyes set on the Hot chocolate beauty. ((http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7-m9uG50mSw))
With the smell of burnt grass permeating the area, mixed in with fried chicken giblets from the next trailer, it was just one of those crazy days in the trailer park. Fleur waited for Carlos to answer her question, not being keen on the title of sloppy seconds over someone like Della.
“Time’s a-wasting, and I have a date with the TV, Carlos.”
The roar of the Shelby was loud as Della returned home. The interview with TV Guide had gone surprisingly well and she was assured it would be out in time for the new Sunday edition.
Home once more, she now had to concentrate all her energies on the upcoming Pole trials. She wanted to get a great time so she could be in position #1 when The Turtlewax 3000 race came the following weekend.
There was a message on her answering machine when she stepped into her trailer. It was from Rusty, her pit crew captain, reminding her that she needed to take Goldie out for a run before the trials so that they could make any adjustments beforehand.
Her phone vibrated in her pocket and she yanked it out to see Tommy’s face on the screen. Disgusted, she ignored the call, sending it to voicemail once again.
Heading into the kitchen, she happened to glance out the window and spotted Carlos loitering around outside of Fleur’s place.
“Floozey’s at it again.” she smirked, wondering how one woman like Fleur can cause so much trouble. At least Carlos’s attentions were off of Della herself. Which she was thankful for. She had no intentions of getting involved with another racer ever again.
“Egotistical assholes.” she muttered, pouring herself a glass of juice before she made herself comfortable on the couch. She flipped through the TV and saw that one of her favorite movies, “Cannonball Run” was on. She settled back to enjoy.
That Carlos was one scum sucking no good maggot infested weasel, thinking he could buy off Fleur with his big fancy wad of notes, and claims that he only had eyes for her. Then he must have eyes in the back of his head, his fingers, and his dick, cause they always looking at other women. Fleur chewed her gum lazily as he said his peace, and then strolled off to his fancy car, that near tore up the bitumen, as he headed for the local. No way was she going to be his next victim, no siree bob. One thing about Fleur, she was mighty independent, and liked it that way. Sure, she had her sights on one day being Mrs Nascar, but for now, she had bigger problems…the rent. And just when you thought things couldn’t possibly get any worse.
“FLOWER!!…Randy done throw me and the kids out on the street, and shacked up with some funky squinty eyed ching chong, that does them fancy nails. Can me, and the kids come stay, I promise you won’t be hearing a peep.”
Shock a dollar, it was Joelene and her rag tag bunch of kids; seven in all to six different fathers. Last one, she was holding in her arms was as dark as chocolate drops, and Randy from memory was …..so not. Joelene had pulled up in her beaten up station wagon, with all the kids hanging out, either picking their noses or pulling each other’s hair.
Fleur wanted the ground to just swallow her up, as the screams and hoots from the kids had her putting her hands up to her ears.
“I can have ya here till Sunday…after that you gotta get things right with Randy.” Fleur said with her hands on her hips, as Joelene passed her the newest baby and kissed her cheek. The baby smelt so funky, that Fleur’s face turned green.
“You got any beers?” Joelene said, wiping her hand under her nose and sniffing loudly.
“Not for long…”
Billy bob had been watching a lot of the comings and goings in the park. Drinking being one of his favorite past times he decided that it was time to party. Inviting a few of his friends over the back of his yard soon became rather raucous. Billy Bob was on his 6th or 7th beer by the time he began howling like a dog. There was a stripper bouncing around nearly topless on the trampoline out back. His mechanic buddy was doing a keg stand while the rest of them all began dancing around a pit fire. They even had their own homemade hot tub. The music was bumping and soon even the neighbors might show up.
One could only guess?
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Fleur’s trailer had become a mad house, with the kids having more or less taken over much of the living areas. Fleur tried to rain the little buggers in, but needless to say that after Joelene had made the kids some special herb muffins, using Fleur’s secret stash….the kids were tripping.
Unable to stand it anymore, she could see the flicker of flame coming from up Billy Bob’s end of the trailer park. There was hollaring and hooting, and people clearly having a better time, than Fleur was at that moment. As one kiddy toddled past with a cereal box on his head, and slamming into the walls, Fleur announced.
“Going out…don’t you burning down my trailer while I’m gone. AND if I find any you in my bedroom, I swear I’m gonna make sure none of you can sit for a year. COMPRENDE?” Joelene swaggered out of the kitchen, with young Randy jnr on her hip. “I got this Flower…you go have yourself some fun.” Fleur was not entirely trusting of Joelene being alone in her trailer, even with all those kids. Slamming the fly door, she headed down the small dirt road up to Billy Bob’s, where they had set up a rather interesting new hot tub…over an open fire pit. She could hear Billy Bob hollaring like some old yella, and she put her hands on her hips and said.
“How many you done have to drink, Billy Bob? No full moon tonight, unless you decide to drop your pants.” One of the other girls at the party handed Fleur a beer, and she cracked it open with her right breast. “Let’s get this party started…woooohooooo!”
Fleur arrived just after Billy Bob had finished his second howl. She said..
“How many you done have to drink, Billy Bob? No full moon tonight, unless you decide to drop your pants.”
Billy Bob laughed drinking his beer.
“Maybe after a game of strip poker. I’m down. Ya scured? “
Taking a deck of cards he layed them out on the picnic table daring Fleur, Larry and the other blonde who had just cracked the beer open with her titties to play.