Tab
By A.J. Brown
Sue from "Gym Girl" has to collect a debt from Melinda from "Tuck"


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Walter was a simple man. He was 56-years-old and lived in a studio apartment.
He was never married and didn't make much money. But he did have his
18-year-old niece, Kayla, who he absolutely loved. He had been saving up his
money over the years and had over five thousand dollars saved. He was very
old-fashioned and he didn't trust banks so he had all of the money in cash
hidden in a safe in his apartment.

Kayla didn't have things easy. Her father died when she was young and her
mother, Walter's sister, also didn't make much money. But Kayla was very
ambitious and had gotten scholarships to go to college. The money Walter had
saved, he was going to use to buy her a car the next semester. He was going to
use everything he had to buy it for her and doing something nice like that for
his niece would be priceless.

Clint knew that opening up his own bar but the challenges that he incurred
weren't the ones he expected. Getting opened up and getting his liquor license
actually went a lot smoother than he thought it would. The 34-year-old was up
and running in no time due to his preparation.

The two things that ended up being a problem for him were things that he
didn't even think would be: getting customers in the bar and finding good
employees. He was in a good location but he didn't get anywhere near the
amount of traffic that he anticipated he would.

But the employees were his biggest problem. He would interview someone good,
hire them, and then they would never show up. The employees he did have would
often cancel on him at the last minute before their shifts. He would find
himself often working from noon to two in the morning just to tend the bar
without a bouncer a lot of the time.

He wasn't a small guy but he definitely wasn't a big guy either. He stood at
close to six feet tall but only weighed about 180 pounds. He could hold his
own in a fight but he didn't have any kind of special training or anything so
if he had to break up a fight he wasn't confident that he'd be able to do it.

He'd often have to work 14 hour days with no break just tending the bar and
then still have to close the bar down and do the books afterwards. It was
extremely exhausting for him on days like that. But not all days were like
that and he really loved what he did so that kept him going.

One day he was working by himself around happy hour time on a Thursday
afternoon. There was a good looking woman sitting by herself at the corner
drinking a glass of wine that he was too shy to hit on. She looked to be in
her late thirties to early forties. She had long brown hair that was somewhat
curly, a striped long-sleeved shirt on, and a pair of jeans. She had a pretty
face which he didn't see that often on women that looked older than him.

The only others in the bar was one couple and another guy there by himself who
was throwing darts on his own. The guy would order a shot with every beer that
he ordered and was getting noticeably drunk. The good looking woman was
playing on her iPhone and didn't seem to be paying attention to him but the
couple seemed a bit annoyed by him.

"Fuck!" the drunk guy yelled and he punched the dartboard.

The drunk was taller than Clint was and he had a good thirty pounds on him.
Clint had never had the need to have a bouncer with him at the bar up to that
point but at that point he wished he did. He roughly pulled the darts out of
the dartboard and had a look on his face like he wanted to start a problem
with someone.

He roughly threw the dart at the board. The tip broke off and the dart flew
across the room. The couple looked in his direction like they were
uncomfortable and then looked at Clint like they wanted him to do something
about it. The guy threw the next two darts roughly and the last one missed the
board completely.

"Give me another beer!" the guy yelled at Clint as he angrily walked over
towards the bar without picking the darts up.

"I'm sorry," Clint said to him and he did not feel comfortable at all having a
one-on-one confrontation with a guy that was bigger than he was. "Y-you're
going to have to leave."

"It's all good, bro," the guy said but he had a look on his face like it
wasn't all good then moved like he was potentially going to start a fight or
something. "Just get me another beer." Clint could see out of the corner of
his eye that the couple was watching. He couldn't tell if the good looking
woman was. He couldn't even see her.

"You just broke those darts and you are scaring the other customers," Clint
said as sternly as he could. "Now I'm going to ask you nicely one more time to
leave."

"You tell me to leave??" the guy said very angrily.

He then reached across the bar and grabbed Clint by the shirt a lot faster
than Clint would have thought a drunk guy like that could. Clint could feel
that the guy was stronger than he was as he pulled him in. He panicked as he
tried to pull away and didn't know what to do.

Clint then felt someone pull the guy right off of him roughly and Clint
quickly backed away. He looked to see that good looking woman who was there by
herself had actually grabbed the guy and was holding his arms behind his back.
She looked a lot smaller than him standing at only about 5'5 and looking like
she weighed 145 pounds at the most but she looked like she had control of him.

"Get off of me, you bitch!" the guy said loudly and he clearly said it out of
frustration when he knew that he wasn't getting free.

The shaken up Clint stepped forward wondering if he should try. But then he
watched as she roughly took him down and forced him right flat on his face.
Her ass was pointing up a bit as she held him down while she was on top of
him. For a woman on the smaller size her ass looked a bit big but in a good
way - it actually looked very strong.

He didn't get to look at her ass too much longer as once she established that
she had him she sat up and sat that strong butt right on his hands to keep
them from moving. He thought of her as pretty when he first saw her but now
that he looked at her he saw that he had a brutish look on her face.

She punched him in the back a few times and even though her hands looked small
her punches were very quick so they still looked powerful. Based on the
whining the big guy started doing it was clear the punches hurt him. It was
amazing to Clint how in such a short amount of time the guy went from walking
around angrily to the point where he was frightening people to whining like a
bitch at the mercy of this woman.

She then further showed her dominance over him by letting go of his arms but
pushing her knee right into his back. With the strength of her knee alone she
was able to hold him down and he was wincing so much from the pain that it
looked like it was preventing him from fighting back.

She pushed down on the back of his head with her right hand which pushed her
up a bit and pushed her knee into his back harder. The way she was able to
control the bigger guy was incredible. She then grabbed a hold of his arm and
jacked it up behind his back in a chicken wing.

"Ah!" he moaned and the woman continued to keep a serious, businesslike look
on her face as she held him down.

She then yanked his arm and his shoulder to pull him to his feet. Despite the
fact that she was a lot shorter than he was she was still able to control him
on their feet. She jacked his arm up behind his back even more and had her
other arm wrapped around his neck. She began walking him towards the exit.

"Alright, come on," she said with a tone like she was not to be messed with.
"Time to go."

She proceeded to walk him towards the exit and she clearly had complete
control of him. Clint felt a combination of admiration for her and
embarrassment for himself that she was so easily able to control the guy that
was about to beat him up. The couple looked like they were impressed as well.
The woman walked him to the exit and roughly threw him out.

"Now beat it!" she said as she pointed out the door and Clint couldn't see
what the guy was doing. "Don't ever let me see you in here again."

She closed the door and turned around with a pretty smile on her face. Seeing
her go from that brute look she had to the pretty smile made it look like she
was too different people. Her smile looked proud and modest and the same time
but it also looked very pretty. She walked back to her stool like it was no
big deal.

"Alright!" the male member of the couple said. "Way to go."

"Yes, thank you," Clint said and he seemed uncomfortable and unsure of exactly
how to express his gratitude for what she had done. "You didn't have to do
that. You could have just called the police."

"No, I had to do it" she said as she looked at the ground smiling like the
attention was embarrassing her.

"What do you mean?" he said.

"I'm an off-duty police officer," she said, humbly, and she pulled out her
badge and showed it to him. "Melinda Moretti is my name. It's nice to meet
you." She offered her hand and he shook it. Her hand felt soft although her
handshake felt very strong. He looked like he wasn't quite sure what to say.

"Wow," he said as he looked at her badge with surprise. "I honestly would have
never guessed that you're a police officer. You're so - ah heck, you're so
pretty. I just never would have." He couldn't think of a way to finish his
thought without being inappropriate.

"Thank you" she said with a smile as she looked at the ground and blushed
quite a bit.

"May I ask how old you are?" he said. "You obviously don't have to tell me if
you don't want."

"Ah, I'm a bit embarrassed about my age," she said. "Ah heck, why not. I'm
44."

"44, really?" he said. "Wow. I would have thought you were closer to my age.
I'm 34. You look great by the way."

"Thank you" she said, still smiling and there was a brief awkward silence.

"So how come you didn't arrest that guy?" he said, breaking the silence.
"Could you not do so if you were off duty?"

"I could have," she said. "But then I would have had to leave the bar. I
certainly didn't want to have to do that. Plus, then I couldn't have punched
him like I did. That guy really pissed me off and I wanted to hurt him. I hope
you don't mind that I didn't arrest him."

"No, not at all," Clint said. "Glad you did your thing. I was just curious.
Let me get you another drink - on the house." He started pouring her a glass
of wine immediately.

"You didn't have to do that," she said as he pushed it right in front of her.
"I was just doing my job. But thank you."

The two of them talked more as she drank her drink and he really enjoyed
talking to her. He learned that she was one of those types that spent a lot
more time talking about herself than learning about the other person. He
normally didn't like that but with her he didn't mind at all. He learned that
she was not only a police officer for close to twenty years but she was a
Sensei in karate as well. It really impressed him that a woman that was so
sweet and pretty had such a tough background.

"Well I do have to get going, though," she ultimately said when she looked at
the time. "I appreciate the free drink."

"Oh come on," he said. "It's the least I could do after what you did. Thank
you again and please stop by again sometime."

"I think I'll do that" she said to him with a smile.

So she left and a couple of more people came in. Once she was gone Clint
regretted not asking for her phone number so he could ask her out sometime.
They seemed to really get along and he thought she was good looking. He just
didn't have the confidence to ask her out, feeling a bit inferior to her after
she had defended him like that. He was often passive like that and he normally
regretted it.

A couple of weeks passed and he didn't see Melinda there at all. He thought it
was too bad since it was more of a dive type bar and it wasn't too often that
the kinds of women that he'd be able to ask out would show up. Melinda was
older than him and not the typical type of woman that he'd go out with but the
majority of the women that did show up there were either there with a guy or
just not very good looking.

One day around happy hour time he saw a female police officer walk into the
bar. He had all but forgotten about Melinda by that point so he didn't put the
two and two together right away although he did think the woman looked very
familiar. It took him a few seconds before he realized it was her.

She definitely looked different with her uniform on. It certainly was a
different type of attire than the street clothes she had on the last time he
saw her and that alone made her look quite different. But her long curly hair
was braided behind her head as opposed to let loose so that was another
difference. Not to mention she had that tough, brute look on her face as
opposed to the pretty humble smile that she seemed to have on her most of the
time the last time he was talking to her.

"Hi Clint!" she said once she made eye-contact with him, though, and she got
that sweet, pretty look on her face again.

"Melinda!" he said and he gave her a big smile back. "How are you?"

"I'm good," she said and she had a seat at the bar. "I'm actually just getting
done with my shift. I figured I'd pop in and see how things are going. Has
that guy been back and caused any trouble at all?"

"Haven't seen him since the last time I saw you," Clint said. "Looks like you
scared him away. I really, really appreciate that."

"Stop it," she said with a smile. "It's my job."

"Thank you anyway," he said. "If you're off your shift can I get you a drink?"

"I'd love one," she said. "But I don't carry any money around with me when I'm
working. Safety thing, ya know?"

"I can totally start you a tab," he said and he started pouring her a glass of
wine. "I don't do that for many people - only a couple that I trust. But I'll
definitely do it for you. Here you go."

"Well thank you very much," she said with a smile and she accepted the drink.
"That's very kind of you."

"Absolutely," Clint said. "You ever want to stop by for a drink or two after
work just throw it on your tab. I settle up on them at the end of the month."

She smiled at him but didn't say anything else. She took a drink of her wine
and he was hoping to talk to her a bit longer. If they got another good
conversation going he was definitely going to ask her out this time. But she
pulled out her cell phone and looked like she was starting to send a text
message. He didn't want to seem rude or intrusive so he backed off.

She played on her phone for a bit and she was putting down her glass of wine
very quickly. She seemed really into the text messaging she was doing. He
would have appreciated her talking to him a bit since he was kind enough to
let her start the tab but after the favor she had done for him it didn't
really bother him too much.

"Hey, I'll take another one" she said and she snapped her fingers at him a bit
rudely.

It hadn't even been twenty minutes since he poured her the first. He poured
her another glass and right after she took it from him she looked away without
saying 'thank you'. She stood up with her cell phone up to her ear and the
glass of wine in the other hand then walked to the corner of the room, away
from where the actual bar was.

There she stood in the corner talking on the phone quietly with a cute smile
on her face while she was rapidly drinking her wine. She was a 44-year-old
woman with a police uniform on but her demeanor at that moment was that of a
college girl the way she was giggling and enjoying her phone conversation as
she drank.

"Another please" she said to him with a dismissive smile as she approached the
bar and set her empty glass on it.

Now it had only been about fifteen minutes since he last poured her a drink.
She was putting them down fast and the way she was getting giggly as she
continued to talk on the phone and text suggested that she was getting tipsy
already. Clint couldn't complain about that as that was how he made his money.
He couldn't help but feel a bit uncomfortable about the fact that he told her
she could pay the tab up at the end of the month and it was now a $29.16 tab
after less than an hour.

She continued to drink a lot, putting down her wine quickly, while other
patrons were coming in and out. He didn't think she was doing a good job
representing the police force getting noticeably wasted in her uniform but he
supposed that was none of his business.

"Alright, I'm good" she said.

She said it after running up a tab over fifty dollars and she sounded pretty
wasted as she said it. She stood up, stumbled a bit, and then took her keys
out of her pocket. That's when it hit him that she was planning on driving.
Even though he was a cop he figured since he served her it was his place to at
least say something.

"You gonna be OK to drive?" he said trying to make it sound obvious that he
thought that she was no OK to drive.

"Heh-heh-heh," she chuckled. "Sure. Not like anyone is going to stop me
anyway."

"It's good that you cops look out for each other as far as that," he said.
"But don't you think it will be a little unsafe?"

"What did I tell you?" she said with a smile but a bit impatiently. "I'm
good."

She turned away from him and tried to look confident as she walked out
although she was still definitely stumbling. He looked around at a couple of
his patrons who noticed and gave him a look like he should have done
something. But what was he going to do - she was a cop.

Melinda came back multiple times after that and was not shy about running up
her tab. There was only one more time that month that she came in wearing her
uniform while all of the other times she came in wearing regular clothes.
She'd often wear clothes that showed off her fit body, firm boobs, and big,
strong ass which was getting the attention of the guys that went there.

She left on the last day of the month without settling up her tab and she had
snuck out when he wasn't paying attention. The tab was over 600 dollars and he
was afraid that she wouldn't be returning after that. But sure enough she
showed up the very next day for happy hour.

She normally looked good but she looked especially good that day. Her long,
curly hair looked good. She had on a striped tank-top that showed off her
upper-body. Her boobs looked good in the shirt but he was especially impressed
with how fit her upper-body looked.

"Hey Clint," she said and since she spoke friendlier than she normally did he
could tell that she knew very well that her tab was do. "A glass of merlot
please."

The bar was more crowded than it normally was. A lot of guys were there. Never
once did he have to address the issue of an unpaid bar tab before because all
of his other customers always paid promptly. He thought it might be more of a
private conversation but with the size of her tab there was no way he could
serve her another drink until it was paid.

"Alright," he said with a smile as he grabbed the bottle and tried to be as
friendly about the whole thing as he could. "But before I do, it's a new month
now. I'm going to need you to settle up on your tab." He could tell by the
somewhat defensive puppy-dog look that she got on her face that she was going
to give him a hard time about it.

"Oh that," she said and she kind of looked around embarrassed to get an idea
of who was watching. "I'm actually a little tight on money right now but I
really could use a drink. Any chance we could push this back another month?
I'd really appreciate that."

"I can't do that," he said. "You have a credit card on you or anything? Just
pay with a card and then you can pay the card off at your leisure. But I can't
push the bar tab back any longer, I'm sorry." She reached her hand in her
purse looking like she was going to pull out a card but then pulled her hand
out empty.

"Why don't we make a little bet?" she said. "I'll arm-wrestle you for it. I
beat you and I don't have to pay the tab for another month."

"She's calling you out!" a guy laughed. "You can't pass up that bet or you're
going to look like a wimp. Take her down and collect your tab."

"Sounds like kind of a one-sided bet to me," Clint said. "If I win I don't
make out any better than I would anyway."

"Here's what I'll do," she said. "I win, I don't pay up the tab for another
month and I can keep drinking on it during that time. If you beat me, I'll
stand on the bar and show my boobs to everyone in the bar." All of the guys
there got really excited and there were even a couple of ladies there that
seemed interested in the wager.

"You gotta do this bro," an excited guy said. "I mean you GOTTA!"

"If you don't accept this bet I'm never drinking at this bar again" another
guy said.

"Do it!" another guy yelled and Clint heard a bunch of other guys yell
excitedly.

Melinda raised her right arm, wiggled her fingers around a bit like she was
loosening them up, and then put her right elbow on the bar in the
arm-wrestling position. She gave him a satisfied smile. Her arm looked smaller
than his but for a feminine arm, it definitely looked like it had some muscle
definition in it.

He didn't doubt that he could beat her - looking at her arm and how strong it
looked for a woman's definitely made him not completely sure of himself - but
he ignored that thought and figured he could win. What he didn't like was that
he had to arm-wrestle just for the right to collect a bar tab that was owed to
him - a very large bar tab.

But Clint looked around at all of the eager guys that wanted to see her take
her shirt off. Not only did they want to see the arm-wrestling match but they
wanted to see him win the match so they could all see her boobs. He had to
take this one seriously because there were a couple of reasons he could not
lose.

He put his right elbow on the table and as he prepared to lock hands with her
everyone cheered loudly. She smiled at him as they locked hands and it was a
discreet, arrogant smile like she was proud that she put him in that position.
He didn't look at her, not wanting to give her any satisfaction of a reaction.

They locked hands and her hand felt extremely soft and feminine. At the same
time she had a strong grip. It felt like if he wanted to he wouldn't be able
to pull his hand away from her feminine grab right there which was a weird
feeling. One of the guys got closer to count for them to get started.

"You two ready?" he said excitedly. "One, two, three, go!"

The match began and the second that Clint started to push he could immediately
feel that Melinda's arm was stronger than his. He could feel the pain in his
bicep as he pushed as hard as he could but could not move it. He then felt her
start to push his arm down slowly.

He listened to the crowd get excited which he just tried to ignore. All he was
worried about was trying to stop her which he wasn't accomplishing. It was
definitely no picnic for her and her face was getting red as she pushed but
she continued to slowly push down his arm.

He could see the veins bulging in her strong arms and her bicep definitely
looked big for a woman's now that she was using so much of it. He could feel
the sheer pain in his bicep signaling that she was stronger than him. He was
wincing and had an upset look on his face like she was hurting him which he
didn't even care about - he just did not want to lose under any circumstances.

But as badly as he didn't want to lose, he couldn't help it. She kept pushing
down his arm and his arm just wasn't strong enough to stop her. She let out a
gasp and looked like she was really working her muscles but it was paying off
for her. He couldn't believe it as he watched her push his arm passed halfway.

His arm was starting to shake and even though Melinda looked like she was
trying hard herself he could see a smile of satisfaction developing on her
face that she was going to embarrass him in front of all of his customers and
get an extra month to pay off her bar tab.

He actually let out a gasp because of the amount of effort her was trying to
put in to stop her but she just keep pushing down his arm. He watched her
bringing his hand even closer to the table, felt the pain in his bicep, and
couldn't believe that he was about to lose in arm-wrestling to a 44-year-old
woman. She slammed his hand to the table and proudly pulled her arm away after
her victory.

"Yeah!" one of the guys said.

The rest of the guys in the bar got equally excited about it. They were all
slapping her hands and they seemed to enjoy the fact that they just watched a
chick beat a guy enough where they didn't mind that they weren't going to be
able to see her boobs. She seemed to really be enjoying the attention based on
the cute, girly smile that was on her face.

"Clint, get a round for everyone in the bar, will you?" she said in
celebration. "And put it on my tab."

He wanted to deny her so badly and tell her there was no way he was doing
that. But he did agree to extend her tab a month and based on how excited
everyone was, he would have made himself very unpopular to all of his
customers if he didn't allow her to buy them all drinks.

He rang up the tab for just that round and it was over a hundred dollars.
Melinda continued to drink heavily for the rest of her time there and bought a
few more people drinks that she said to put on her tab. Just for that one
visit her tab ended up being over 150 dollars.

Melinda proceeded to come often for the rest of the month and she was running
up her bar tab like money grew on trees. She would order expensive glasses of
wine and was often ordering drinks for others on her tab. She was coming 4-5
times a week and running up a tab of over a hundred dollars almost every time
that she was there.

Clint wanted to cut her off and just tell her that her tab was way too high
and that she had to pay it before he would serve her again. The problem was
the month wasn't over and the two of them had an agreement that her tab wasn't
due until the end of the month. If he had her pay up before the end of the
month he ran the risk of her just saying she's not going to pay the tab at
all. There was a lot of money on there and he really wanted to collect it. He
was going to have to be patient and deal with it when the month ended.

"You need a bouncer for a small bar like that?" Matt said to him. "You really
getting trouble over there?"

Matt was a big guy who bounced at a dance club a couple of streets down. He
was a friendly guy but he was big and intimidating. He stood at about 6'4 and
weighed over 250 pounds. He had a shaved head and a lot of tattoos including
one on his neck. He was a very nice guy but was a big guy that could take care
of trouble.

"Just need you for one night," Clint said and he felt himself getting nervous
about making the request just because he was embarrassed to make it. "Got
someone that owes me a bar tab and I don't think they're going to pay."

"How much does he owe you?" Matt said.

"She owes me well over two thousand dollars" Clint said hoping Matt wouldn't
notice the 'she' part.

"Whoa, whoa, bro," Matt said and he put up his hand like he wasn't interested
in the job. "She? I'm not beating up some chick for your money. You're on your
own for that. If you can't handle a chick you're out of luck."

"The chick is a cop!" Clint said with urgency knowing that if Matt didn't help
him he was screwed. "So yeah, she's pretty damn tough. She beat the shit out
of a guy a lot bigger than me one night that was causing trouble in the bar
and then decided to take advantage of me after that and run up the biggest tab
I've ever seen. So yeah, I can't handle this cop on my own.

"She might just pay the tab anyway. It is due and she knows that. She gave me
a hard time last time it was due but if she has any conscience she'll just pay
it up. But if she shows up and doesn't I'm going to need a hand. Call me a
pussy or whatever but I'll pay you double whatever they pay you here per hour.
She's been there the past few nights so I'm confident she'll be there
tomorrow. Please!"

"All you had to do is say you'd pay me double and I would have done it in a
second," Matt said. "And I don't like cops either so that gave me some more
incentive. I'll make sure she knows that she's not getting another drink at
your bar until she pays and I'll scare her into paying you too, don't worry."

So Matt was there at Clint's bar the next day and when happy hour came the bar
was pretty empty. Clint didn't like the idea of paying a bouncer to begin with
to collect a tab and especially not paying him double. But that tab was
expensive and if it didn't get paid his business was going to be in trouble.
Plus, it was an issue of pride as well.

"I think this is your cop girlfriend coming right now" Matt joked as he looked
out the window.

Melinda walked into the bar in her police officer uniform. She had a friendly
look on her face but also looked tough. He noticed that she didn't have her
gun on her which he liked to see. He also noticed, randomly, that she was
wearing a pink pair of socks with white stars on them. They looked cute but it
didn't seem like it was proper attire for a police officer.

"Hey Clint," she said with a friendly smile and he could tell she knew it was
time to pay. "Glass of wine please."

"Sure," he said and he felt confident giving her a look like he wasn't messing
around with Matt right there. "But the month is over. It's time for you to pay
your tab."

"Oh yeah," she said with an uncomfortable smile and he wondered if she was
uncomfortable because she was finally going to pay all that money or because
she was going to tell him that she wasn't going to pay it. "What's the total
on that again?"

"$3609.13," he said. "I'll be nice and round it down to $3500 since you've
been such a good customer."

"$3500," she said. "That's a lot of money. I don't have that kind of money."

"Neither do I," he said trying to sound tough. "Since you owe it to me."

"I'm going to have to pay you another time," she said as she stood up and Matt
walked towards her which made things start to get tense in a hurry. "I can't
pay you that now."

"What do you got on you now?" Matt said as he walked towards her with his
chest out.

"That's none of your business" she said as she tried to make it to the door
and he stood in her way.

"It's his business if you owe him money," Matt said about Clint and the
stepped closer to her. "How much money you got on you?"

"Get out of my way," Melinda said to him. "You lay one hand on me and I'll
arrest you right now for assaulting a police officer."

"Please arrest me!" Matt said and Clint was loving what he was seeing. "We'll
go right downtown and talk about how you ripped off a local business owner.
I'd love to see that."

He grabbed her shoulders and she pulled free and elbowed him right in the
ribs. He immediately groaned and grabbed his ribs and she started to walk out
like it was nothing. He went at her aggressively and when she saw getting
close she punched him in the face. She punched his jaw, kicked him in the
stomach, and then moved faster towards the door.

Matt looked angry as he went after her and Clint really hoped that he was able
to get her before she got out. He got a hold of her but she quickly pulled
free and elbowed him in the ribs again. She followed that up with a backhand
the face and then a palm strike to the face.

Clint couldn't believe it. If she was able to beat him up then he was going to
be in trouble. He didn't think about it immediately because he had always just
thought that he'd get the money eventually but now that he realized he may not
get it he thought about how bad that would be.

Over three thousand dollars in drinks that were unpaid for - his bar was a
small one and he couldn't afford that kind of loss so early in his bar's life.
He might not be able to recover from that. It really upset him thinking about
it and he felt a lot of anger towards Melinda right then.

Matt grabbed her again in a bear hug and this time was able to grab her with
the strong hold before she was able to hit him. She struggled hard to get free
and he was struggling to keep a hold of her. Both of them were gasping and
Clint watched her break free from his hold.

She grabbed him by this shirt with both of her hands and shoved the big guy
right against the wall. She punched him in the face twice and when she went to
throw another punch he was able to grab her wrist. He pushed her away from the
wall, she screamed, and then he shoved her up against the wall. He had her
trapped there and raised his fist like he was going to punch.

"You really that much of a scumbag where you'd punch a lady in the face?" she
said.

Hearing her say that really pissed Clint off. She tried walking out of there
screwing him out of a bunch of money and now she was going to try to pull the
female card to avoid getting hit after she had hit Matt multiple times. Clint
couldn't wait to see him drill her right in her face.

"Get out of here and never come back" Matt said as he shoved Melinda towards
the door and Clint started to follow them.

"Gladly" she said as she tried to still look tough as she was getting pushed
out. As Clint saw her getting pushed closer he thought that she would just
take off and never pay him if she left.

"Hey, what are you going to do about that tab?" Clint yelled at her as Matt
pushed her closer to the exit.

"I'm never paying you, you asshole!" she yelled at him as Matt pushed her out.
"You're never getting a dime from me!"

"Grab her!" Clint said to Matt.

But Melinda walked right out the door and although Matt was looking in that
direction with a threatening look, like he was not going to let her back in,
he didn't go try and grab her or anything. It sunk in to Clint more the
thousands of dollars he was owed that were walking away and he could feel the
panic growing.

"What are you doing??" Clint yelled at Matt. "Stop her!"

"Yo, what do you want me to do man?" Matt said. "She doesn't have any money on
her. What am I gonna do?"

"Scare her or something!" Clint said. "That's the whole reason I brought you
here was to make sure she pays."

"Did she look scared?" Matt said. "She's just a crazy bitch, fuck her."

"What if I find out where she lives?" Clint said desperately. "We'll make a
visit to her house. Then we should be able to get some money out of her."

"Man, give it up," Matt said. "You're not getting that money from her. Maybe
call a lawyer or something."

"Did you have her sign anything or anything?" Clint's lawyer, Mark, said when
the two of them sat down first thing the very next morning.

"No, I never make people sign for a tab," Clint said. "It's just kind of an
honor's thing."

"Honor's things don't hold up in court if you don't have any evidence," Mark
said and he always looked kind of proud when he was giving Clint bad news. "A
few of your bar patrons for witnesses over the word of a cop isn't going to
work."

"Don't you?" Clint said. "Don't you know a couple of people?"

"Heh-heh-heh," Mark chuckled. "Yes I do. But they aren't going to want to be
all rough and collect from a woman."

"Come on," Clint said and he felt the panic even more the more it felt like he
was going to lose all of that money. "Not one of them?" He saw Mark thinking
and he felt some hope.

"Alright, I know of one possibility," Mark said. "Leave me as much information
as you know about this woman and we'll do a little homework. I'll get back to
you and let you know if this is feasible."

All Clint had to leave him with was her first and last name and occupation but
that was going to be enough. He waited a couple of days and worried the more
that he didn't hear anything from his attorney. But then he got a call to meet
him at the bar at nine in the morning the next day before it was open.

Clint stood at the bar excited about the morning meeting. He knew that Mark
knew people and he couldn't wait to meet the guy that was going to put Melinda
in her place. It was really going to feel good getting that money from her
after she told him she was never paying him and then called him an asshole.

Mark walked in a few minutes late and walking behind him was a shorter woman
standing at maybe 5'2 that looked to be in her mid-to-late thirties. She wore
a white baseball cap, tight jeans, and a long-sleeved white t-shirt. The
sleeves on the shirt were rolled up a bit and he could see some veins in her
arms which made the otherwise fairly petite girl look fairly strong.

The woman walked confidently and she looked fairly cute although she had a
serious, almost bad-ass, look on her face. She had a seat at the bar as did
Mark and Clint was a little annoyed. He didn't think too much about her but he
wanted to know where this guy that Mark knew was - that was the whole point of
the meeting and why Clint was at the bar so early.

"Clint this is Sue," Mark said introducing the woman. "Sue this is Mark."

"Nice to meet you" Clint said to her but he didn't offer to shake her hand.

"Can you get me a drink?" she said and her voice was a bit deeper than he
would have expected which made her just seem a bit more bad-ass. "Just give me
half a glass of whiskey and a little bit of ice."

"I'll just take an orange juice" Mark said.

"So where's the guy that you're going to send out to take care of this for
me?" Clint asked Mark as he made Sue's drink. Mark smiled and looked at Sue.

"Not gonna be any guy," she said to him and she definitely talked tough for a
cute girl. "No fucking guy is going to go out and beat up a girl for money so
I'm on the job."

Clint finished making her drink and he felt embarrassed right then. First he
had one woman rip him off for over three grand and now he had a small woman
that was supposedly going to beat her up to try and get the money back. It was
extremely humiliating but also frustrating. He knew how tough Melinda was and
there was no way Sue was going to go over there and get any money from her. He
handed Sue her drink.

"Thanks bud" she said and she took a pretty big gulp of it.

"So you're going to go out there and get my money back from her?" he said.

"Yup," she said to him and she looked him right in the eyes. "That's what I'm
gonna do."

"Do you - know anything about her?" he said and he spoke a bit
condescendingly.

"This ain't my first rodeo, bud," she said. "Yeah, I did my fucking homework.
Melinda Moretti is her name. 44-year-old police officer. Been on the force for
many years. Also is a sensei in karate. The fucking police force must not care
about credit because her credit score is a 483. You're not the only one she
ripped off." Sue took another gulp of her whiskey and finished off the glass
with that gulp. She pushed the glass towards him like she wanted another. He
poured just a little bit in the glass. She didn't object.

"Great, so she's probably broke and doesn't have any money" Clint said.

"My fucking concern at first too!" Sue said and she pointed at Clint like she
appreciated him thinking that way. "But here's the fucking good news - she
also happens to be a landlady of a bit apartment building."

"OK" Clint said wondering what her point was.

"Getting a hold of her fucking paycheck as a cop wouldn't be an easy task,"
Sue said. "I wouldn't be surprised if half of her fucking wages are being
garnished anyway. But if she has a building full of people that give her money
every month, I can definitely get my fucking hands on that." She drank some
more whiskey and Clint thought she might be getting just a bit overconfident.
He was impressed with the research she did but she hadn't seen Melinda fight.

"She's a tough woman," Clint said. "I hope you realize what you're getting
into. I mean, I arm-wrestled her and she is very strong." Sue laughed and
almost spit out some of her drink.

"Arm-wrestling?" Sue said. "That's your fucking measure of how tough somebody
is? If that impresses you why don't you take on me right now and see how you
do?"

He didn't know why he brought that up as opposed to the fact that he saw
Melinda beat the shit out of that drunk guy that day but Sue was already
pulling her shirt off like she couldn't wait to arm-wrestle him and show him
how strong she was. She pulled it off and wore a black tank-top underneath.

Her arms were tan and they were much bigger than he wouldn't have expected the
arms of what he thought was a petite girl to be. She really had veins bulging
in her forearms and her biceps were big and muscular. He had seen Melinda in a
tank-top and Sue's arms were much bigger and stronger looking. He didn't
really want to arm-wrestle her, especially in front of Mark but she already
her right arm on the bar in position. He locked hands with her and she had a
very firm grip even though her hand felt soft.

"Ready?" she said. "Go!"

Not wanting to be humiliated like he was by Melinda he pushed at her arm with
all of his strength. He wasn't even looking her in the eyes because he just
wanted to focus on pushing so he looked down at the bar. Her arm certainly
felt strong and he couldn't move it even an inch but at least she wasn't able
to move his arm either.

But after a little bit of time passed he looked up to see a smirk on her face
- she wasn't even trying. Losing to Melinda had been humiliating enough but
now he was there pushing at her arm so hard to the point where his face was
red and her arm was shaking and he still couldn't even push it an inch.

"Oh we started already?" she said, talking a little trash. "I didn't even
realize that."

She started to push and it immediately felt like her arm was twice as strong
as Melinda's was. Not only was she able to force his arm down a lot easier
than Melinda had done to him but she was so strong that it was very painful
for his bicep. Arm-wrestling was just supposed to be a game but it felt more
like he was getting abused as he felt the pain in his bicep as she pushed it
all of the way down and then she slammed his hand on the bar.

"So what the fuck were you saying about how good of an arm-wrestler she is?"
Sue said as Clint was shaking his hand out, it hurting from how hard she
slammed it on the bar.

"Alright, so how does this work?" he said. "How much are you going to get paid
for this?"

"I charge twenty percent of what I collect for you" she said.

"Ah shit, I'm still losing a bunch of money on this then," he said. "Shit."

"Just fucking chill for a minute," she said. "She owes you 36 and change. It's
only fair that she pays you a little interest for that so I'm gonna round it
up to four fucking g's. And I'm gonna take the twenty percent from her not
from you. So she's going to give me forty eight hundred and I'm gonna take
eight hundred of that. Sound fair?"

"What if you can't get it all?" he said.

"I'm taking twenty percent of whatever I get" she said with a tone that made
him know that he better not argue it.

"How often do you get less than what you planned on?" he said.

"Never," she said. "If anyone ever tells you they don't have the money they
owe you they are lying. I'll get every dime that she owes you however the fuck
I have to do it."

Melinda was relaxing on her couch wearing a tank-top and a pair of shorts, her
feet bare. She heard a knock on the door and it annoyed her immediately. She
hated it when her tenants bothered her. But when she opened the door it wasn't
one of her tenants at all. Standing there was a short, confident looking woman
with a black baseball cap on, a black skimpy tank-top, and a tight black pair
of jeans.

"Melinda, right?" the woman said with a friendly smile.

The second Sue said it, Melinda tried slamming the door right in her face. Sue
lunged forward pushing right into the door. The force of Melinda pushing the
door into Sue's strong body sent Melinda falling right down on her ass. While
Melinda was down and shaken up, Sue quickly closed the door and locked it,
while Melinda got herself together.

"What the fuck do you want?" Melinda said as she started to get to her feet.

"Just four grand for a bar tab that you owe," Sue said. "Plus another $800 for
my services. Pay up and I'll be on my way."

"Wow, are you fucking KIDDING me?" Melinda said in complete disbelief while
Sue just looked at her with a straight face. "That loser sends a woman over
here to collect his bar tab for him? There's one thing he probably didn't tell
you, ma'am. I'm a police officer and you are breaking and entering. You are
under arrest."

Melinda quickly reached into a nearby drawer, pulled out her badge that she
flashed at Sue, and then pulled out a pair of handcuffs. She had a look on her
face like she was satisfied and that Sue was going to be scared. Instead, Sue
just attacked her and grabbed her and both the handcuffs and the badge fell on
the ground.

"Are you fucking crazy?" Melinda said.

Sue tried to force Melinda up against the wall but Melinda gave her a punch
where she drove her knuckles right into Sue's ribs. It hurt more than she
expected it to and Sue ended up letting go. Sue tried to grab her again but
Melinda gave her a couple of quick punches in the stomach.

The punches didn't hurt that badly but they hurt enough to force Sue to back
off a little bit and give Melinda some space. Melinda was in a fighting stance
and she looked like she definitely knew how to fight. Sue stood there for a
second waiting to attack at the right time.

Sue went in trying to grab her and she felt Melinda punch her right in the
jaw. She didn't back up but as she tried to grab her again Melinda punched her
in the face again. The punches weren't especially strong but she was starting
to feel the pain after getting hit a few times.

Melinda kept her fists raised but then faked Sue out by throwing a spinning
back roundhouse kick that hit her right in the face. Melinda's bare foot
almost knocked Sue right on the ground and Sue was barely able to stay on her
feet. Even though Sue was able to stand, she was very shaken up, and Melinda
used the opportunity to come in on her.

Sue needed just to take a few breaths and collect herself but she wasn't going
to get it. Melinda punched her in the face a few times and Sue back-stepped
trying to get a break. Melinda followed her and forced her right up against
the wall. As Melinda grabbed the collar of Sue's shirt and wound back her fist
to throw another punch that's when it really started to sink in for Sue - she
was going to lose this fight.

She saw Melinda's fist coming and tried to move her head out of the way buy
Melinda was so fast that she punched her in the nose before she could react.
Sue had been hit a lot harder than this before but she had never been hit so
many times without getting a single punch in. This dishonest, heartless police
office was tough.

Sue absorbed a few more punches and realized that her face was bleeding even
though she wasn't exactly sure where it was coming from - probably her nose
but it didn't really matter. Melinda was wearing her down with those punches
and every time Sue tried to block one or punch back she'd get hit with another
one.

The only reason that Sue hadn't been knocked out yet was that she was clearly
stronger than Melinda despite Melinda's incredible fighting skills. While
getting her head punched around so more, Sue tried to think of a way she could
use that to her advantage before Melinda knocked her out.

Melinda was certainly wearing her out but when she took a look in Melinda's
eyes she could see something - she could see frustration and Sue had a feeling
she knew exactly what the route of that was. It was frustration that despite
how hard she was working she was not able to knock Sue out. It looked like
Melinda was wearing down mentally and physically a bit and Sue thought that
she might have one last chance to turn the fight around.

"Ah!" she yelled.

She yelled to startle Melinda a bit and then she pushed forward pushing all of
her strength into her. Melinda was so focused on a fist fight that she was
clearly not ready for a pure strength challenge like that. Sue overpowered her
and knocked Melinda right on her ass. As Melinda quickly tried to get up, an
exhausted and beaten Sue kicked her right in the head.

It was far from the best kick Sue had thrown considering her angle and the
fact that she felt like she was going to fall over. But as Melinda screamed
and immediately grabbed her head in pain, Sue could tell that as skilled as
she was, she did not have the physical toughness as Sue and clearly had never
been struck that hard before.

Sue jumped down on Melinda, landing on her chest, and straddling her. Melinda
still looked shaken up by the kick and Sue was ready to go to town on her. Sue
had beaten up a lot of people in her day but she was really going to enjoy
beating the shit out of this bitch.

Sue grabbed Melinda's collar with her left hand then wound back her fist and
punched her hard in the face with her right. She followed that up with two
more hard punches and Melinda started crying. Sue could have beaten her until
she was knocked out or worse but she knew that would just delay what she was
there to accomplish. Instead, she put her strong hand over Melinda's mouth so
no one could hear her crying.

"You want me to keep pounding on you?" Sue said softly but threateningly into
her ear as Melinda was trying to shake her head around and Sue used her free
hand to grab the back of her hair to keep her still. "You keep fighting me and
I'll keep punching you as long as I have to. Now are you going to give me the
money or what?" She slowly let her hand off of Melinda's mouth and could tell
from the look on her face what the response was going to be.

"Fuck you!" Melinda said.

Melinda made a pathetic attempt to push Sue off of her and Sue just grabbed
her collar with both hands and yanked her to her feet. Melinda tried to throw
a punch but Sue used her strength to her advantage throwing Melinda a few feet
before she fell on the ground hard.

"Now I'm really going to fuck you up" Sue said as she moved towards her.

A terrified looking Melinda, who had clearly never fought anyone this tough
before, lay on her back with her hands up by her face and put her feet up in
an attempt to keep Sue from getting close to her. Sue pushed her legs aside
easily, got to the side of her, and drove her knee right into Melinda's ribs.

Melinda groaned loudly and instinctively brought her hands down to her ribs to
grab where it hurt. It left her face wide open for Sue to punch again. Melinda
then desperately put her hands up by her face and Sue saw that she had drawn
quite a bit of blood. She had to be careful as she needed her conscious.

"You want to keep doing this??" Sue said angrily but still quietly as she
yanked on Melinda's hair hard and watched the tears pour down her face. "You
seriously want to take more of this?"

"Fuck you!" Melinda said and Sue got ready to punch again. "I'm fucking broke.
I don't got a dime to pay you. What the fuck do you want me to do?"

Sue was in a fight the second she went into that apartment so she never really
had a chance to look around. Now that Melinda finally wasn't fighting anymore,
Sue looked around to see there really wasn't anything she could take. She had
a small TV that wasn't worth anything and she didn't seem like the kind of
woman that wore expensive jewelry.

"You're a fucking cop," Sue said as she yanked on Melinda's hair harder and
had no problem hurting her very badly. "So I know you got fucking income
coming in. You fucking cops are way overpaid. When do you get paid next?"

"Not 'til the end of next week!" Melinda said with a cry and she looked at the
ground looking like she was terrified to take another punch. "And I'm getting
a large portion of my wages garnished anyway so it's not like I'm going to
have enough to pay you after that check."

"You're a fucking landlady too," Sue said and she looked like she was at the
end of her patience. "When is rent due?"

"Three days," Melinda said. "OK, you want to take the fucking money I charge
these people for rent? I'm going to have to probably raise their rent prices
after that but, whatever - as long as you're OK having that on your
conscience."

"That's how we'll do it" Sue said. She pushed Melinda's head to the ground,
walked over to the handcuffs that Melinda had out, grabbed them, and walked
back towards her. Melinda looked very afraid.

"Wait, what the fuck are you doing?" Melinda said.

"What, you think I'm fucking stupid enough to leave and come back in three
days?" Sue said. "I'm hanging out with you here until that fucking rent comes
in. Gonna have to restrain you in the meantime just to make sure you don't
give me any trouble. We're going to be ordering in a lot and meals are on you
so you better have a fucking credit card or something."

"Oh fuck no!" Melinda said and Sue gave her a look like she better keep her
voice down. "There's no fucking way you're staying here!"

"I don't want to hear your fucking voice this entire time either," Sue said as
she tightly grabbed Melinda's wrist and Melinda tried to pull it away but
wasn't strong enough to. "You better keep quiet or I'm going to tape your
fucking mouth shut." Melinda unsuccessfully tried to pull her hand away again
and Sue started to cuff her.

"Alright, alright!" Melinda said. "I can probably get you the fucking money
now."

"Funny how that works" Sue said with a bit of a smile as she eased up.

Sue through the handcuffs aside and she stood up. She looked down at Melinda
who was on the ground looking like she couldn't get up. Sue didn't want to let
the woman stall or anything but she didn't want her to get up if she really
wasn't able to either. She quickly lost her patience, though.

"Alright, come on," Sue said with a pissed-off tone and she bent down and
yanked Melinda to her feet. "Let's fucking go I don't have all day here.
Where's the fucking money?"

"I don't have it here, Jesus!" Melinda said. "You'll have to come with me."

"Where are we fucking going?" Sue said.

"Don't get your panties in a bunch, it's in the building" Melinda said.

"You try and run off or anything I'm going to pull you back in here and beat
you to a bloody pulp" Sue said with her patience at an all-time low."

"I'm not gonna fucking run off" Melinda said.

"I'm just fucking telling you" Sue told her.

The two of them walked out the door and Sue walked right behind Melinda as she
followed her down the hall. Melinda looked beaten enough where she didn't look
in any condition to be running off but Sue didn't trust her for a second and
was keeping a close eye on her just in case. She led Sue down the stairs to
another hallway and walked her right down to a door at the end of it.

"Wait out here" Melinda said as she prepared to knock on the door.

"Not a fucking chance in hell" Sue said.

"Suit yourself" Melinda said and she started pounding on the door. "Hey
Walter. I know you're in there! Open up!!"

Sue continued to loudly bang on the door of this person that Sue guessed
probably had nothing to do with this but was about to be brought into it. The
door opened and the nicest looking man who looked to be in his mid-to-late
fifties and couldn't have weighed more than 160 pounds stood there.

"Hi there Melinda" he said and he sounded very nice but also quite nervous.

"Mind if we come in?" Melinda said and she moved closer to him like she was
going to go in regardless of what he said.

"No, not at all" he said nervously although it was clear he didn't want them
to.

Melinda aggressively pushed right by him while she motioned for Sue to follow.
Sue just went inside and made sure not to make any eye-contact with this guy
that she had a feeling she was about to feel sorry for. Normally the people
she was dealing with were scumbags like Melinda so she could take care of
business with no problem but this one looked like it was going to be tough.
Melinda slammed the door shut once they were all inside.

"Get me your safe" Melinda said.

"Ex-excuse me?" he said and the poor guy already looked like he was about to
cry.

Melinda didn't bother discussing it any longer and she opened up his closet
and started going through it. Sue could see the panic in his eyes as he
started to breathe heavily looking like he felt so helpless as this bad cop
started going through his stuff. Finally he got the guts to do something.

"Hey, what are you doing?" he said trying to sound stern but not even coming
close and Sue figured she just make the whole process either.

"Hey bud, back off" she said as she grabbed his arm and pulled him away.
Melinda then popped out of the closet holding the safe in her hands looking
pissed off and looking right at Walter.

"Where's the fucking key to this thing?" she said with big eyes looking like
she wanted the correct answer without any hesitation.

"What do you need them for?" he asked and Sue could see his legs shaking to
the point where she wouldn't have been surprised if he fell over.

Melinda just dropped the safe on the ground making a loud bang and then she
shoved the weak looking man right into the wall. She punched him in the
stomach and Sue had to look away. She had seen plenty of fights in her day but
she never got used to seeing someone that was weak and defenseless get beat
up.

She turned around and looked at the ground as she heard Melinda pound on the
guy. He started crying but Melinda clearly covered his mouth up and then took
him to the ground. She beat on him some more and Sue could hear his whimpers.
As much of a pussy as the guy was, he was holding his ground well and not
giving in to her. He clearly wanted what was in that safe badly which made Sue
feel sad about the situation, as much as she didn't want to.

"I know you got five grand in this safe!" Melinda said. "Now open this up for
me for I'm going to beat you within an inch of your life and still take the
fucking safe with me anyway."

"Alright, alright!" he said.

He got a hold of the key and gave it to her. She took it from him like it
belonged to her and he should have given it to her to begin with. Sue had
treated people the same way but it was always people that actually were
ripping someone off and not just some poor innocent person like him. But
Melinda showed no remorse as she opened the safe which was full of cash. Sue
watched Walter start to cry once it was opened.

"How did you know that was in there??" Walter said. "You were going through my
stuff??"

"I own the building," Melinda said as she counted the money and then gave him
a threatening look. "You got a fucking problem with that?"

"That money is for my niece!" he cried. "She's a freshman in college and is
working off scholarships since she couldn't afford college. I don't need that
money for me. You see I lead a very simple life. But it was going to make me
happy to buy her a car for next semester. I spent a long time saving up for
that. Please don't do this to me Melinda, please!"

Sue had heard every sob story in the book but she was having a very tough time
watching this as she looked at all of that cash and looked at the extremely
saddened look in his eyes. She knew when people were lying and this guy was
definitely telling the truth. Sue felt her own eyes water up and it took all
of her willpower to not start crying herself.

Sue watched Melinda count the money very closely to save her the time of doing
it herself. Melinda was whispering as she counted it but when she was all said
in done she counted $5200. Melinda put all of it in her pocket and Sue wasn't
going to allow that to happen.

"Hey!" Sue said and she grabbed Melinda's arm. "Forty eight hundred is all you
need. Leave the rest."

"What the fuck do you care?" Melinda said.

"Put the rest back!" Sue said sternly and she grabbed Melinda's shirt tightly
to let her know she wasn't fucking around.

Melinda threw the other $400 in cash on the ground but the poor old guy looked
so upset that he was getting robbed of everything he had worked for that he
didn't seem to care. Melinda made her way towards the door and Sue followed
her. They went back in the hallway and closed the door behind him. Sue tried
her best to drown out the sound of the guy bawling in there but it was tough.

"Here!" Melinda said and she gave Sue the money. "Now get the fuck out of
here. If you ever step a toe on this property again, I swear to God, I'll
shoot you in the fucking head."

Melinda stormed off while Sue held all of the money in her hands - mission
accomplished. Sue listened to the poor, innocent guy crying his eyes out in
his apartment. She couldn't help but think about how badly it was crushing him
that he wanted to do something so nice for his niece and that heartless bitch
Melinda just destroyed that.

Sue listened to him cry some more than looked at the money that was in her
hand. Did Clint really need it that bad? He was a bar owner and she was sure
his business would do fine either way. And her cut of the money certainly
wasn't going to make her break her. But for Walter, having that back would
mean the world to him.

Sue put all of the money in her pocket and walked away so she could give Clint
his money and keep her own cut. She could hear Walter cry more as she walked
away and tried her best to drown it out. It was a tough business that she was
in sometimes.

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