Latent Hostility

Douglas heard the door slam as Antoine entered the apartment complex. Everything he did was just a culmination of frustration and despair, Douglas thought.

"Umm, Mr. Jefferson?" Douglas broached carefully. Antoine looked sharply over at him.

"Aren't you that white boy that helped me out with my child support issues?" he asked accusingly. "The fuck you doing here?"

"I ... I live here now," Douglas said lamely.

"Well, I'm still stuck here in this rut. Fuckin' my ex-wife. Pinchin and scrapin just to get by," Antoine said, growing more hostile as he thought about it all.

"Well, what if I can help you with the child support?" Douglas asked. Antoine snorted.

"I need pussy, white boy. Good pussy. Prime pussy. You get me a quality pussy, I'd deal, motherfucka."