It Needed Doin' - Lamarr WIlson - Sex Stories

It Needed Doin' - Lamarr WIlson

... the bathroom and down the hall to grab some clothes.

DL started to move to the doorway of the bathroom, to see what was going on, but Shawna stepped up, and held out a hand to stop him, keeping him in the bathroom. Her eyes were focused on Lamarr's retreating form.

From the bedroom, the sound of a door being slammed, and drawers being treated violently could be heard, along with a number of angry words.

Lamarr appeared in short order, now wearing a shirt and shoes. He was carrying a large nylon bag with a shoulder strap, that obviously had something in it. He stepped up to Shawna, and stopped, looking down at her.

He then looked over to DL.

"I'm sorry, little man." Lamarr said, his eyes downcast. "I shouldn'ta done that."

Then he looked back at Shawna. "I'll call you tomorrow."

"I'll bring the rest of your things to Wilson Foods." Shawna informed him.

"Baby..."

Shawna moved her phone to show Lamarr the screen again.

"Goodbye Lamarr."

DL couldn't believe what he was seeing. He didn't want Lamarr to go, despite what had happened. Besides, he apologized, right?

Shawna could see a hostile thought cross Lamarr's face, but she stayed unflinching.

Lamarr stepped around Shawna after a tense moment, and went down the hallway. He was muttering angrily under his breath the whole time. He went around a corner, and a moment later, the sound of the door slamming could be heard.

Shawna motioned for DL to stay where he was, and then went down the ...

... hallway to verify that Lamarr had indeed left.

Once she saw he was not there, she locked the door, and wedged a nearby chair up under the doorknob, after throwing the two deadbolts and the floorbolt.

Then she put her phone to her ear.

"Hello? Operator? He just left..."

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Lamarr was on his phone as he stalked down the stairs.

"Yo, Smiley?" Lamarr said, after hearing a 'Hello?' from his phone. "I need a pickup at my place. My woman went crazy, man... yeah, I had to leave, or I was gonna hurt her, man..."

Lamarr listened for a moment.

"Naw, man. She just blew up on me. I dunno what she's doin'. My car's still impounded, an' I need a ride. Get over here. Yo, you got a couch?..."

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The next afternoon, Lamarr was served with a restraining order at work.

He wasn't allowed within 500 feet of Shawna, Shawna's work at Amerifoods, or her condo.

"Fuck!..." was all he had to say.

He was pretty rough with his #2 'side-bitch' that evening.

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Shawna pulled a burner phone out of the sales box, inserted the chip the way she had been shown, and texted a code to a specific number. Hopefully, Mr. Porter would respond soon.

Then she withdrew the chip, stashed it behind the piece of trim on the floor where she kept it, and put the phone back into the metal box.

Tomorrow, she would arrange to have the box thrown into the dumpster behind the Italian restaurant on 12th street. That one didn't have cameras on it, and never would, she'd been ...