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to count it. But don’t worry, Big Mama, I’m going to pay you back every dollar…I promise.”
    Big Mama got up and shook the tin breadbox, rattling around the small change that Silk had left behind.
    Accurately estimating the amount of money Silk had taken, she said, “Your promises ain’t worth spit. You owe me a hunnid and sixty-two dollars…plus interest.”
    â€œI’ll send you the money as soon as I get settled up North.”
    â€œThere you go, telling falsehoods. You don’t intend to pay me back one red cent. After all these years of raising you up, you jest gonna steal my money and try to make fast tracks outta here.”
    â€œI’m sorry, Big Mama. I really am.”
    â€œYou ain’t sorry about nothing, except for the fact that you got caught. I reckon I need to collect on the interest while I still got you here,” Big Mama said, hitching up her wide skirt.
    â€œPlease, Big Mama; not tonight,” Silk whined.
    â€œHush up and get your yella tail in that bed and spread your legs for me. I don’t see you closing your legs to none of the menfolk you like to entice, so don’t try to close your legs to me.”
    â€œI don’t have time, Big Mama. I gotta get going before the sheriff catches up with me.”
    Big Mama stroked her shotgun threateningly. “All that sass coming out yo’ mouth is gon’ be your ruination. Now, go get in that bed and gimme some poontang! Don’t make me do Sheriff Thompson a favor by putting a bullet hole through your thieving hide.”
    Resignedly, Silk felt along the walls as she moved in the dark, making her way to the big iron bed. She took off her traveling dress to keep from wrinkling it. And then she took off her panties, uncovering her privates for Big Mama’s pleasure.
    The heavy weight of Big Mama’s plump body on top of her was as normal to Silk as getting her butt tanned, and as normal as breathing. For as long as she could remember, she’d been givingBig Mama poontang whenever she wanted it—before she went to bed at night and oftentimes, Big Mama wanted more poontang first thing in the morning.
    But tonight was the first time Silk felt inconvenienced and violated. There could be a lynch mob heading her way while Big Mama was writhing on top of her and dripping tobacco down Silk’s neck.
    It seemed like Big Mama was taking an extra-long time to get her thrills. Trying to speed her along, Silk reached under her manly shirt and squeezed her floppy, big tits. This action resulted in Big Mama groaning louder and drooling more dark saliva on Silk’s neck.
    â€œCome on, Big Mama, don’t hold back; let it go,” Silk purred in a coaxing voice.
    â€œStop trying to rush me, gal!” Frustrated, Big Mama rolled off of Silk and lay on her back, huffing and puffing. “The half-moon and the smell of that dead man’s blood on your hands is messing with my nature. I think I’ma need me some special treatment tonight.”
    Silk was appalled. She didn’t have time to give Big Mama the special treatment, but she dared not refuse the irritable woman who ruled with an iron fist. With her brogan boots on, Big Mama propped her legs up and spread them wide. Silk shimmed downward to the middle of the bed, but instead of giving Big Mama the special treatment she desired, Silk slipped out her switchblade and shoved the blade into the large flap of flesh that was Big Mama’s lower abdomen.
    â€œHere’s your special treatment,” Silk said through clenched teeth. Enraged, she yanked the impaled knife upward and then downward, trying her best to gut Big Mama like a pig. But BigMama’s excess flesh prevented Silk from getting the job done. Big Mama flailed around on the bed for a moment or two and then attempted to pull the knife out of her gut.
    Frustrated, Silk wrenched the knife free and promptly plunged it into Big Mama’s neck. With her