The Garbageman

"So I think I found a guy," Aaron said at breakfast. Reena's eyebrows arched, and her eyes glittered.

"Who?" she asked, curious.

"Well, I haven't discussed it with him, but follow me," Aaron said. He got the car keys, and they went three blocks over, where the garbage truck paused, emptying can after can of trash. There was a tall, dangerous looking man on the back of the rig, easily hoisting the cans and dumping them into the compactor.

"I don't follow," Reena said.

"Just watch," Aaron said. Two houses down, the garbage truck stopped, and the Black man went to the door. A comely woman opened the door, and he kissed her. He must reek, Reena thought, but she didn't care. A moment later, she came back out with a half-Black baby.

This pattern repeated itself twice more in their stately neighborhood, a few times more in the white trash area, several times in the ghetto, and finally ended at the small home of an absolute knockout of a Latina, who he obviously shared several children with.

"What's the guy's background?" Reena asked, growing a little curious at the man's very clear potency.

"Nothing good," Aaron admitted. "He did a stint in jail for dealing ****. He's gone from job to job, not able to really keep one."

"So why him?" Reena asked pointedly.

"Well, two reasons," Aaron said, flushing. "One, my stepdad is Black. And he knocked up my mom so much. And I had to hear him railing her night after night. And two, if this is his nature or our nurture, then I'm betting on us."

"Interesting," Reena said, kissing Aaron on the cheek. "Well, sweetie. He better be scrubbed up and not smelling like the dump. And he better be ready to dump all this side-pussy. I will not tolerate it from you, and I won't tolerate it from him."