Meet the Browns
Tim managed to deliver Dolores at the stroke of midnight. Unfortunately, Marcus Brown, Dolores' father, had been waiting impatiently for some time. Marcus was a tough hombre, an iron worker, and militantly black. He was a stiff disciplinarian who did not believe in modern, hands-off parenting; Dolores had felt his hard hand impact on her fanny on several occasions while growing up. While Marcus expected Dolores to find and marry some likely-looking black buck, he hadn't seen any good enough, yet (not surprising in a father). Dolores' mother, Padma, hadn't made it plain (deliberately, it turned out) that Dolores was out with a boy until nearly 10:00 p.m., at which point Marcus became immediately truculent - a condition that had not improved over the ensuing two hours.
"Dolores! Get in here! Who in the Hell told you you could go out running around with some boy I haven't laid eyes on yet! I'm gonna whup your ass young lady! You there! Git outta that car! I want a look at ya! That you, Nate Adams, you little shit?"
Dolores scrabbled out of the car and up the walk. Tim began exiting the driver's side, which prompted another outburst from Marcus as his head became visible over the roof of the car. Marcus whirled on Dolores and roared, "A white boy! You went out with a simpering, little, pinky-dicked white boy! A honky who will sweet talk you and act all pussy whipped until he's dipped his little dick in you a few times and left you with his white baby while he tells you he can't possibly MARRY a black girl! Girl, I'm gonna give you the ass whuppin' of..."
At that point Marcus' tirade was interrupted by a deep bass rumble. Marcus' head whipped around and he stopped dead in shock as he discovered that he had SEVERELY underestimated the size of Dolores' "little, pinky-dicked white boy"! Tim stood about six feet away, face a mask of dark anger, hands clenching and unclenching. He looked Marcus dead in the eye, and said "You touch a hair on her head, and father or no, we're gonna fight!"
Marcus was thoroughly taken aback! Dolores' boyfriend may have been white, but he was also HUGE. Marcus eyed Tim and decided that while he might be tougher, Tim was probably faster and had more endurance - meaning he might have just started one Hell of a fight! The second thought that flashed through his mind was surprise that he had evaluated Tim as an equal. Third came the belated realization that the boy wasn't angry at the insults that had been hurled at him - he was there to defend Dolores! So it was that when Padma hurled herself between them, shouting "Stop it, you two! I'll not have anyone pounding each other in my yard at midnight!" and glared at the pair of them, most of her work was already done.
Marcus simmered down noticeably, and grumbled "Awright, maybe I got carried away. Forget the ass whuppin'." Dolores, hovering nervously in the doorway, heaved a sigh of relief. Tim began to cautiously stand down. "You're pretty big," Marcus observed, "You do sports?"
"Wrestling," was Tim's one-word answer.
"How many times have you dated my daughter?" Marcus wanted to know.
"Once," Tim replied, looking Marcus dead in the eye, "But this won't be the last time, and you're likely to end up with a white (Tim didn't SAY 'honky' at this point, but everybody heard it, anyway) son-in-law!"
Marcus didn't answer directly, but he was impressed in spite of himself. Padma urged, "You boys behave yourselves! Let's go in the house and have a drink!"
Tim looked at Padma, "I can't tonight - I'm supposed to be home by now, myself. Thanks."
"Hmph," said Marcus, blandly for him. He picked up Dolores with his eye, "Git out here and kiss your boyfriend good night, girl! And do a good job!" He followed it with a rumbled, "Boy showed more balls that I would have, trying to protect your scrawny ass..." after which he turned and reentered the house. Padma looked on with approval as Dolores followed his instructions to the letter, delivering a toe-curling kiss, then smiled and waved as Tim took his departure. "That's a nice boy! You gonna keep him?" she asked as she wrapped her arm around Dolores' waist and escorted her into the house.
"Momma, will everything be OK?" Dolores asked.
"Things went very well," Padma replied. "I can't think of a way that they could have gone better! That boy, he earned your Poppa's respect, being brave like that! If you had just introduced them, your Poppa would have been after him for years, looking to see if he had balls; your boy let Poppa know he had a pair, and that his heart's in the right place at the same time!"
"Then Poppa likes him?"
"He'll want to take him drinking, after he thinks about it for a while! God help you if you decide to replace him; the next boy would NOT compare well!" Padma simpered.
"There's little chance of that, Momma," Dolores replied, "Tim's everything I ever wanted, and then some!"
"Get to bed, Girl!" her father roared from the living room, "You're gonna need your beauty sleep to hang on to THAT one!"
Padma winked, "See?" She then kissed her daughter's cheek, patted her ass, and pushed her off to bed. She sighed gently. Marcus would probably want to ride hard tonight, having come off second in that little altercation. Little boys and their pride... Good thing she liked it hard and fast, sometimes...
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