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relax.”
    “So, you have no idea. What if my next move was to blast all of y’all in the heads and pile you up like Lincoln Logs?”
    The man sputtered with nothing to say.
    Slick took another bite of hamburger, turned to the old men, “Jesus Christ, pops. You couldn’t go the extra fifty cents for cheese on this motherfucker?” He was met with silence. He chewed some more and muscled down the bite sooner than he should have, took a second to recover. “Look, I’m not gonna kill all of you. I didn’t even kill the Mex and he took a swipe at me. So relax. I’m taking the Brawny Man’s truck here and thanks for the burger. I’ll be on my way.”
    Slick scooped a rain-wet coat off the back of the helpful man’s stool and lay it in the crook of the arm that held the hamburger. He backed toward the door scanning the faces for signs of a hero. He stopped, thought of one more thing he needed to do.
    “One thing before I go.” The smell of bacon burning in the kitchen overtook the piss smell. Slick focused on Trudy. “Show me your tits.”
    The shock stopped her crying. Her mouth opened to say something but nothing came out. She was an attractive woman. Past her prime, but worthy of flirting by the redneck truck drivers who frequented the diner. She wasn’t one to make a habit of flashing her breasts in public, though.
    “Real simple . . .” he squinted his eyes to read her name tag. “. . . Trudy. Show me your tits and I’ll be on my way.”
    She looked to Roy for help, but he gave her nothing but a hard stare back. She would get no signals to steal home from him.
    “Come on, lift that shirt and show me those titties. I been in jail, man. You know how long the trial was? Three weeks! I need to see me some tits and I need to see them now.”
    Trudy scanned to faces of the other patrons. Nearly Naked Man stared at the ground.
    Slick huffed an exhale. “I don’t give a shit if anyone else looks or not. You better get them fun bags out here though or I’m gonna lose my patience.”
    Roy and the helpful man looked away. The two old timers didn’t.
    Trudy, still too stunned to cry, unbuttoned her uniform and opened it, leaving it loose on her shoulders. She reached up under the shirt behind her and undid her bra clasp. Slick nearly salivated and it wasn’t the burnt bacon doing it.
    The bra fell away and her breasts sagged a tiny bit, but met with a grunt of approval from Slick. One of the old men nodded.
    “Those, my dear, are the nicest tits I’ve seen in a long while. Yes, sir. Very nice. Firm. Big too. Whoo. Gets a man to thinking.”
    The tightness of his stolen jeans betrayed his growing erection. Trudy stared beyond him not focusing on anything, her mouth agape in shock.
    Slick inhaled deep like he was Hoovering up a line of coke. “Damn girl! Thanks for whipping ‘em out. I gotta go. I got a girl with a nicer pair than that if you can believe it. Trudy, you get second prize though. Ought to be a ribbon or something.”
    Slick pushed in the last bite of the burger, turned with a whoop and crashed back through the door while reaching into his pocket for the keys to his new truck.
    As soon as the intruder left, Roy moved like he’d been jolted by a frayed wire. Trudy slapped her hands over her chest when Roy turned, but he didn’t see her. He reached under the counter by the cash register and got his own arsenal – a sawed off double barrel boom stick of his own.
    Slick ran across the muddy lot trying not to get wet all over again. He tossed the shotgun ahead of him onto the passenger seat and slammed the door behind him. It was a working man’s truck. Bare bones. Dirty cloth seats. Paperwork from construction jobs on the floor. A three-day-old coffee cup in the cup holder. But the engine cranked and he could taste his money again as clear as the hamburger when he belched.
    He dropped it into drive and at first he thought it backfired. He noticed the back right of the truck sink a tiny bit and then