Thumper was distracted by the waitresses. Lipsweet stay hiring the best waitresses — bunchesa ’em too, thronging. Thronging like commas, nigga.
He ain’t barely seen a woman in three decades. The waitresses in Lipsweet wore tight little miniskirts that they bits was bursting outta. The one of ‘em, a blonde, got tits like juicy tornados, Thumper was besotted with them curves. Thumper got the ogle-eye, and he got it bad. It felt good though. He dragged along behind as Carson went to the back corridor, and Thumper kept his peepers trained on the females until he couldn’t see ’em no more.
From Deep on the Downlow