[ RF ] You are the victim in an abusive relationship . You are a man .

I slid my time card into the clock, the ratatat of the dies slamming into the card stock signaling the end of the week, and the beggining of my sentence. 
 
 As I walked across the lot towards my old brown ford, wondering if it would start today. I sighed as the door creaked open, the old gal needed a good bit of work, but all the overtime I've been putting in at the plant was needed to cover bills. Daddy did n't leave anything after that semi... well, momma needed me. 
 
 `` Tom! Hey, guy!'' Keisha was jogging over, her Coleman lunch bag bouncing in time with her breasts. 
 
 I groaned inwardly. Every week. Every damn week she wanted me to go dancing, or take her fishing, or something about her little Honda making a funny noise. 
 
 `` Hey, girl.'' I cracked a half smile. Maybe in another life. She was looker, for sure. 
 
 `` Hey, some of us --'' 
 
 `` Do n't get excited,'' I started, cutting her off. `` You know my weekends are spent cutting grass. I've got to get the check in on the house next week, the bank has cut down a whole damn forest sending me those godforsaken letters.'' 
 
 Her eyes fell, just for a moment. As much as I hated disappointing her, I could n't take a break, yet. There was just too much needing done. 
 
 She made to protest further but was interrupted again by the engine of my truck turning over, thankfully catching fire the first turn of the key. Maybe it'd be a decent weekend after all. I waved at Keisha and slammed the door, bit she motioned mlfor me to roll down the window. 
 
 `` Do ya need a hand with the lawns? Daddy had me do the weedwackin in the summers when I was young. I know my way around machinery,'' she said raising an eyebrow. 
 
 `` Alright, ” I laughed. Meet me at momma's, we'll ride together. And with a wave I was off. 
 
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 Oot: I'll come back to this need to nap
