Diablo Chapter 11

Listening and watching her come, tasting her in my mouth, and knowing what her cum tasted like and how she smelled had me hard as steel. My cock was trying to burst through my shorts to get to her at the same time as it was attempting to come. I was worried I'd come in my pants like a green kid with his first woman.

I'd been with plenty of women over the years. I'd enjoyed my releases, and there had been plenty of desire involved, but nothing like what I was experiencing with her. I'd never been this aroused, not even with my wife. I pushed that thought away. There was no room for her in this bed with Jauhnna. She was my past, and my Serenity was my future.

I reveled in all five of my senses. As her cries continued, I kept pushing her higher. I wanted her to experience maximum satisfaction. It was her whimpering plea for me to stop that finally caused me to reluctantly pull my mouth and hand away. Not to be wasteful, though, I sucked my fingers clean as I watched her languishing on the bed. The blissed-out expression on her face told me she was drifting in subspace. Pride filled my chest.

Rolling onto my back. I grimaced at the throbbing in my cock. I tried to ease it by adjusting myself, but all it did was make it worse. I was fighting not to kick the sheet off and remove my shorts to get all the stimulation off it. A moan slipped out. This brought her attention to me. She eased onto her side and gave me a smile.

"Are you alright?" she asked.

"Are you? How was that?" I asked, not only because I wanted to hear what she thought but also to help divert my thoughts from my unruly second head.

"You mean you don't know? I thought my screams and moans would tell you."

"I'd still like to hear it from your lips. Was there anything you wanted me to do more of or less of? Or something I didn't do?"

"Victor, you gave me the best orgasm ever. I've never had that before. I didn't know what to really expect. It was mind-shattering. You'd better watch it, or I'll be dragging you off to have you do that all the time."

I chuckled at her threat as if it was one. Feasting on her sweet pussy would become one of many pastimes I knew I'd be indulging in. I reached out and traced my finger around her nipple. She shivered.

"I won't complain. You don't know how happy it makes me to know I gave you such a thing. Your taste is like ambrosia to me. I can feast endlessly on you, so be warned."

"Noted. Now, why did you moan? You didn't say."

"It's because I'm trying to calm the hell down, and a certain part of my anatomy isn't cooperating." I ruefully pointed to the sheet, which was tented. Her eyes widened. The next thing I knew, she had the sheet off me, and she cautiously traced a finger over my cloth-covered bulge. I groaned. My cock jerked underneath her touch. She jumped.

When I didn't reprimand her, she did it again. Jesus, if she kept it up, I'd come. I warned her. "Baby, if you keep doing that, I'll be coming in my shorts. Not something a man my age should be doing. Let me go wash the scent of you off me. It'll help me to settle. Hopefully. Unless you want me to go." I prayed she wouldn't. I wanted to see if I might be able to convince her to sleep with me tonight and every night going forward. If she agreed, I'd be carrying her off to my room. My bed was nicer.

"What if we take off your pants, and then you come? Would that be better?" she asked.

I blinked a couple of times as what she said registered. For a second, I wondered if I had dreamed it, but the way she was studying me and the slight apprehension on her face told me I hadn't.

"Jauhnna, if you truly want that, then yes, but don't feel pressured to do it just because I got you off. It's not tit for tat. Just being here with you is more than enough."

"Victor, I don't want to do it just as repayment. I want to know what gives you enjoyment. On top of that, I don't want you hurting. It hurts, doesn't it? And I want to see you come like you made me."

Seeing she meant what she was saying, I gave up arguing, but not before I added one more thing. "Tell me if it becomes too much."

"I will. Take off your pants, Victor. I want to see you. Is it okay to touch, or should I not?"

"Touch as much as you want. Just know, he might come without warning."

"Warning noted. Please, let me see you."

Not bothering to say more, I kicked the sheet further down and then eased my shorts off, tossing them on the floor beside the bed. My cock was fully erect and an angry red. The head and my lower stomach were covered in the precum I'd been leaking. As much as I wanted to grab it and jerk off until I got relief, I didn't. Instead, I remained still, letting her look at me and waiting to see what she wanted to do. A swift inhalation from her brought my gaze to hers. She was staring at me, and there was awe mixed with fear in her expression.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"You're so big."

"Does that scare you?" It wasn't as if I could do anything about my size. I was blessed to have an above-average-sized cock. There were larger men, but a lot more were smaller. She swallowed before answering me.

"A little. What if…" she petered off.

"What if what?"

"What if it won't fit or it hurts too much?"

I rolled onto my side and caressed her face. "Baby, it'll fit. No worries about that. As for hurting, if I do my job, then it won't hurt. The key is making sure you're aroused sufficiently. Believe me, the way you got wet for me shows me you can do that. If you're ready, why don't you get acquainted with him? Do whatever feels right to you."

"Okay," she whispered.

I lay back on my back. She came up on her elbow, so she was hovering over me. She started at my neck and traced a finger down. She traced my tattoos and then teased across my nipples. I knew she was working up her courage, and since I loved her touch regardless, I didn't mind.

"I love your tattoos. They're so gorgeous. I bet they hurt."

"I'm glad you like them. They did hurt, but it wasn't unbearable. I found after the first one, I caught the fever of wanting more. It becomes addictive. Have you ever wanted one?"

"I thought about it but then worried it would hurt too much."

"If you change your mind, we just found a new guy. He did a fabulous tat on Thunder. We're all trying to get in to have him ink the rest of us. However, if you don't want one, I won't complain. I love your perfect skin." I traced a finger down her arm.

"I might," she muttered, but the way she was scanning me, I knew she was more focused on my body, so I shut up. As she ventured closer to my cock, I fought not to grab her hand and force it to me. That was not what she needed. Later, after she was at ease with me and my body, I'd become more insistent.

I was a rather dominant guy, and I'd have to learn to temper that in order not to frighten her. The last thing I wanted was to make her fear sex with me the way she had with that bastard, Radigan. However, something told me that with the right approach, she'd be open to that side of me. I just had to be patient.

Her hand was right above where the head of my cock rested. She had stopped. Holding my breath, I waited to see what she'd do. I let out a deep groan when her finger ran down the length and then across my balls. My cock jumped. She did it again. Gaining confidence, she explored my whole shaft and balls with her delicate fingers. I was about to beg her to either grip me fully or touch the head when she ran a fingertip across the crown. Fire shot through me. I hissed. She snatched back her hand.

I reached out and grabbed it, bringing it back to hover over me. "Don't stop unless you want to. It didn't hurt. It feels so fucking good."

It killed me in a way that for a woman who wasn't a virgin, she seemed to be so unsure and unknowledgeable, but on the other hand, it thrilled me to know she'd experience it all with me. And since I intended to be the last man she was ever with, it made it even sweeter. I let go of her hand.

She ran her finger around the head of my cock, gathering the precum. When she raised it to her mouth and sucked it inside, I moaned. Her hum of approval made me leak even more. I hoped she liked the taste. I had no idea if she had ever tasted cum or not.

Suddenly, she shifted and brought her body lower so her face was level with my cock. I blinked in shock as she lowered her head, and her tongue came out to swirl around the head of my cock. I fisted my hands to keep from gripping her head and forcing her to take me inside her hot, tight mouth. Fuck, this was going to be harder than I thought.

A cry was torn from me when she unexpectedly engulfed me. Shit, she was tight. She was sucking it deeper when her hand moved to the base of my shaft. She gave me a short pump with her fist. Son of a bitch! I knew much of this, and I'd blow. I didn't want her to stop, but I warned her.

"Darlin', you keep that up, I'll be filling your mouth with cum. If you don't want that, you need to stop. I don't have a lot of control right now."

Her answer was to suck harder and hum. My eyes rolled into the back of my head. I gave up resisting. I lay there, letting her work me. She sucked and swirled her tongue while pumping my cock. I groaned when she moved her hand down to cup and massage my balls. She did that a couple of minutes. As the tingling moved from my feet up my body toward my cock, I gave one final warning.

"I'm close."

She took me even deeper and hummed again. That did it. My entire body tensed, and the tingles centered in my balls. Then I was coming. I jerked over and over as my cum flooded her mouth. She choked a little, but she kept swallowing and sucking. She didn't stop until I was finished and lying limp. When she released me, she placed a kiss on the head of my spent cock then glanced up at me. She had a questioning look.

I ran my thumb over her bottom lip to catch the drops of cum there, then pressed it inside. She sucked on it. Goddamn, she was sensual without even knowing it. "Baby, that was fucking amazing. You short-circuited my brain. You didn't have to swallow, I hope you know."

"I know. I wanted to. I wanted to know what you tasted like and how it felt."

This told me she'd never given a blow job. What the fuck did her husband do other than shove his cock in her and force her to take it? No, stop thinking about him. It's just you two. He's not important.

"And what did you think?"

"It's not what I thought it would be like. It's kinda sweet and salty. It's not bad."

"That's the way you taste to me. Thank you for that and for trusting me. I have something else to ask you."

"Sure. What?"

"Will you sleep in my bed with me tonight? I don't expect anything more. I just want to hold you." I was expecting her to hesitate, but she surprised me by agreeing immediately.

"I'd like that. Will you give me a few minutes to get cleaned up, and then I'll come to your room?"

"Take your time. I'll be waiting." I placed a quick kiss on her mouth before I got up. If we'd been together longer, she and I would be cleaning each other, but I thought this was enough for one night. It was already more than I thought or hoped to get. As I made my way to my room, I began making more plans. It was time to have a talk with my daughter and let her know I had found someone.

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Sitting at my desk at Prep & Restore, I was daydreaming about last night with Jauhnna. It was wonderful. To wake up this morning with her in my bed and arms had been even more amazing. I hated to leave her, but I had a meeting today and other work that had to be done at the office. It took several kisses before I was able to leave.

My meeting was over. I knew what I wanted to do next. Taking out my cell phone, I opened the contacts and brought up the number I wanted. I hit the call button and let it ring as I put it on speaker. It rang three times before it was answered.

A breathless Brooklyn said, "Hi, Dad."

"Hello, sweetheart. Did I catch you at a bad time?"

Before she could answer me, I heard Torch yell from the background, "Hell yeah, you did. We were just getting busy, and you had to call and cockblock me."

"Torch!" she hissed at him.

Knowing he hoped to get a rise out of me, regardless of whether they had been fooling around or not, I gave him what he wanted. "Listen, bastard, you'd better keep your hands and other parts of your anatomy off and away from my daughter if you want to keep them," I growled.

He laughed. "I hate to break it to you, Diablo, but if I haven't touched your daughter, how do you explain those two grandsons of yours?"

"Easy. Divine conception," I shot back.

He chuckled louder. "Alright, keep telling yourself that. I think you need to explain the birds and bees to your dad, babe. Hey, I'd love to stick around and make you go grayer, but I gotta run. Talk to you later," he said.

"Later. Go annoy someone else and let me talk to my little girl in peace," I shot back.

"Later, asshole," he said.

"Bye, shithead," I countered.

His laughter grew faint. She sighed. "I swear, the way you two talk, you'd think you hate each other sometimes or you're only out to embarrass me."

"Honey, it'll take more than that to embarrass you. And who says I don't hate him? He steals you away and then keeps you and my grandbabies hostage up there. It's nicer in Florida," I teased her. It was my running comment to them. I knew he'd never leave his club. I didn't blame him.

"Dad, it's not happening."

"I know, but I'll keep saying it anyway. How're you four doing?"

We spent several minutes talking about what the kids had been doing and what was happening with her and the Warriors. When she was done updating me, she turned the conversation to me.

"What about you? You usually don't call in the middle of the day. Is everything alright?" Concern tinged her voice.

"Honey, nothing is wrong. I just wanted to talk to you. As a matter of fact, on my end, everything is great."

"Really, well, do tell. What is making you sound so happy? Did you get a new bike? Terrified a prospect into wetting himself?"

"Hey, that only happened once, and it's not my fault he couldn't hold on to his piss," I groused. One time, and she never let me forget.

"Dad, you were yelling in his face and scared him to death. He thought you were about to kill him."

"Well, he should've kept his goddamn eyes to himself and not eye fucking my daughter. He's lucky I didn't kill him."

"He didn't eye fuck me, yeesh. He was smiling at me."

"As he licked his lips and pictured all the dirty things he wanted to do to you."

"Okay, enough. We'll have to agree to disagree. Back to you. What happened?"

Taking the plunge, I told her. "I've met someone. Her name is Jauhnna."

The absolute quiet at my announcement made me check to be sure the call hadn't dropped. Nope. It was still connected. I waited to give her time to process before saying anything more. It was a good two minutes before she responded.

"You met someone. How long ago? You haven't mentioned her. Why didn't you say something at the wedding? Is it serious? Please don't tell me she's one of those women who come prowling around the clubhouse, Dad." Her remarks and questions came rolling out of her. I smiled.

"First, no, she's not one of those women who comes to the clubhouse. Give me more credit than that. And the reason I didn't mention her at the wedding was because I didn't know her then. We met a month ago. And is it serious? Yes, it is."

"You've only known her a month, and you already think it's serious!" she exclaimed incredulously.

"Remind me how long it was after you met Torch that you two were all serious?" I asked her.

"That's different. He and I are soulmates. How do you know you and this woman will be anything more than a short, casual affair? How did you meet her? Has Micro checked her out?"

She knew that anyone associated with the club would automatically be investigated to be sure they weren't a threat. Smoke did the same in Dublin Falls. You couldn't be too careful. I'd learned that the hard way, and I never forgot it.

"It's not different, and just as you knew Torch was meant to be with you, I know the same thing about her. And yes, I know everything I need to know. The rest will come with time. As for how we met, the club and I found her. It's a long story. I'll tell you all about it soon. I just wanted to let you know. I know I said all these years I'd never have another old lady, but you proved me wrong."

"Old lady! Have you claimed her and given her a property cut already?" she exclaimed in disbelief. Why was it so hard for her to believe when she and Torch had moved even faster?

"I haven't given her the cut, but it's coming. As for making her official, the club knows how I feel and that it's coming. We're dealing with some stuff right now."

She was quiet for several heartbeats before she said more. "When do we get to meet her? Are you coming up soon?"

"I'd love to, but we can't right now. I promise, as soon as we get this business wrapped up, I'll bring her to meet you. You're gonna like her, I promise."

I was about to say more when there was a knock on the door before it opened. It was Crash.

"Honey, I hate to cut this short, but Crash just walked in. It looks like he needs me. I'll call you again soon."

"Alright, Dad. Talk soon. I want to hear more about her. Love you."

"Love you too, Brookie. Bye."

As I hung up, I gestured for Crash to come the rest of the way inside. He came over to the desk.

"Sorry to disturb you, but we've got that asshole back again, and he's out there demanding shit. You said if he came in, to let you know. Sorry to cut your call short with Brooklyn. Are they doing good?"

"They're great, and yes, I want to talk to him. Enough of this shit."

Raising to my feet, I let him take the lead as we went out to the main reception area. I geared myself up to make sure this guy never darkened our doorstep again. He was someone we'd done work for, and when it was all said and done, he tried to stiff us for the job. When he refused to pay the second half of his bill, I'd turned it over to collections. I could've easily gone and visited him as a biker, but I tried not to do that. We didn't want to get a bad reputation. Though if he kept acting like a stupid ass, I might reconsider my decision. As I approached the front, I heard him yelling at Carly, my receptionist.

"I want to see that goddamn prick! He sicced the bill collectors on me. I told him I wasn't paying the remaining bill. You bastards didn't finish the job. You should repay me what I paid to begin with."

"Sir, please calm down," she asked calmly. It took a lot to rattle her. She was used to working with loud, big, burly men. Her husband was one, and he was the foreman on one of our crews. If he came in and heard this guy going off on his wife, he'd beat his ass. I almost wanted it to happen, but if it did, the asshole would have him arrested. I couldn't afford not to have Rex working.

When he saw me, he came stomping around the desk toward me. I held up my hand. "Mr. Ackerman, stay where you are. This area is for employees. Do you mind telling me why you're yelling and using foul language in front of Carly? I don't appreciate my employees being berated," I informed him as I widened my stance and crossed my arms over my chest.

I knew what I was doing. I was a big guy, and I had huge biceps. I worked hard to get then maintain them. With my arms folded, they appeared even bigger. With my tats, cut, and the scowl on my face, I was intimidating. I used it to my advantage whenever I could. I'd rather avert fights and unpleasantness if possible, but if not, they knew they were more than likely going to get their asses handed to them. Our security cameras would show he was the aggressor, and I would make sure if punches were thrown, he would do it first. That way, I was merely defending myself and my employees.

"I don't give a fuck what you like, you son of a bitch! I have collections calling my house every day, insisting I pay your goddamn business. I told them, and I'm telling you again, I'm not paying for work you didn't do!" he hollered.

His face was beet red, and there was a vein running down his forehead that looked like it was ready to burst at any moment. If he wasn't careful, he'd either have a heart attack or stroke. Sweat was beading his face. It was a warm day, but he was inside in the air conditioning. He shouldn't be sweating so much. He was breathing hard as if he'd run.

"Why don't you have a seat? Can I get you something to drink?" I asked as concern overcame my irritation with him. I might dislike him, but I didn't wish him to drop dead in my building either.

"I don't want to sit or have a drink! I want you to stop harassing me for money. If you don't, I'll have to sue you."

"Mr. Ackerman, I'm not harassing you. I'm requesting you pay what you owe us. You claim we didn't finish the work, but that's not true. Everything we agreed upon and signed in the contract was done. After the fact, you came back and wanted us to do more but at the original price. I told you that wasn't possible, but if you wanted the additional work done, we'd be glad to do it for additional money. You said no," I reminded him.

He knew very well he was full of shit. He was trying to cheat us, and no one cheated the Horsemen. I bet he'd done it to others and got away with it, so he thought he would do the same to us. Wrong. Many people, I bet, would pay him back or stop asking him to pay them to stop his outbursts and his acting like a fool in front of customers and others.

"Bullshit! That contract is forged. I never signed it. The original included that work," he blustered.

"No, it didn't. No one forged anything. Now, I'm kindly asking you to leave and not return. I expect the money to be paid within thirty days. If it isn't, then I will take legal action through my lawyer." I was done playing nice, or as nice as I got in situations like this.

His eyes bulged as fury overtook him. I knew what was coming before he ever swung. I could've easily avoided it, but to be able to hit him back, I had to let him hit me. His punch was decent, and it stung when the hit landed on my jaw. Luckily, I didn't have a glass jaw, and I was able to shake it off without too much damage. I might have a bruise, but that would be all. He immediately followed up that punch with another. This time, I didn't let it touch me. The whole time he was throwing punches, he was still yelling at me.

"I'm not afraid of you or your motorcycle gang! I have friends who'll chew you up and spit you out if your gang tries anything. Call off the collection agency and forget the money, and we'll call it even."

I laughed at his audacity. He thought I was scared of his so-called friends and would let him cheat us out of the cash we earned. He was delusional.

"Mr. Ackerman, your attempt to cheat us out of the payment we earned isn't happening. I don't know who your friends are, and I don't care. I'll get my money one way or another."

He threw another punch. I stopped this one with the palm of my hand. I squeezed his fist until he cried out and grimaced. I let go of it, but I wanted to keep going until I broke every damn bone in his hand. He took a step back and shook it out, flexing his fingers.

While this was happening, Carly and Crash were watching avidly. They knew not to interfere unless I got into trouble or asked them to. I knew by the expression on Crash's face he wanted to get a few licks in against Ackerman, too. The man had bawled him out a few times, too. In fact, there was no one at Prep & Restore who hadn't been on the receiving end of his tirades at least once.

"Is that a threat?" he yelled.

"Nope. Just a promise. Now, you can leave of your own free will, or I can call the cops and have them remove you. If I call them, I'll be forced to show them the security tapes of you bursting in here and throwing punches first. Then I'd have to file assault charges, and you'd be arrested and a whole lot more. I'm really too tired to go that route unless you force me. I want to go home to my woman, not piss around with a man like you. What is it gonna be?"

There must've been the ever-so-tiniest drop of common sense buried deep because he scanned the room as if looking for the cameras. I had news for him. He wouldn't find them all. We had the obvious ones and then others disguised.

"I've got an appointment, but don't forget what I said. I'm not paying," he reiterated.

"And don't forget what I said. I'll get the money you owe us for our work. Expect to be contacted by my lawyer," I said offhandedly.

Scowling, he stomped his way to the door and then outside. As soon as the door fully closed, Carly sighed. "God, Diablo, that man is a few fries short of a meal. If he comes again, do you just want me to call the police?"

"If neither Crash nor I are here, then absolutely. Don't engage. If he is acting the way he was today, get in the back and lock yourself and everyone else in there. You don't need to deal with his bullshit. You getting hurt isn't worth it to us."

She nodded and gave me a smile. "Enough about him. Let's talk about the important thing."

I gave her a puzzled look. What was she talking about? "I have no idea what you mean."

Her smile grew. "I'm referring to your comment about wanting to go home to your woman. Is there something you've been hiding from me? Or is he lying?" She directed the last question to Crash.

I was fighting not to smile. Carly loved to be in the know. She'd been after me for the past five years to date and find myself a woman.

"He's not lying," Crash told her with a smirk.

She narrowed her eyes at me, placed her hands on her hips, and began to tap her toe as she stared at me. "Diablo, why would you keep something so important from me? How long has this been going on? When do I get to meet her? You know I have to make sure she passes muster. What if she's bad news and only out to use you? You can't be too careful."

I had to grin hearing her say those things. As if I needed a little thing like her taking care of me. However, it warmed my heart to know she meant it. And she knew I would do the same for her. Deciding to come clean, I waved to her chair.

"Have a seat, and I'll tell you about her."

She almost ran to her chair. Crash walked over to lean against the small counter in the reception area. He crossed his ankles and arms.

"What do you want to know?" I inquired.

She rolled her eyes. "Everything, duh. Who is she? Where did you meet her? What's her name? Is it serious? Everything."

I didn't want to announce to everyone, not even her, that Jauhnna had been found bloody in a trunk. It would raise questions I didn't want answered.

"Her name is Jauhnna. I met her a month ago, although it seems much longer. She has some things going on that we have to resolve before she can come to meet you. I met her when the club was out on a ride." I paused. I noticed Crash had turned his face, so Carly wasn't able to see it, nor the smirk that came over him when I said we met on a ride. Well, it was technically true.

"Does she live here in St. Augustine? What's she like? Do you have a picture of her?" she eagerly responded.

I did have a picture. She'd tried to hide when I insisted she let me take pictures of her, but I wouldn't take no for an answer.

As I took out my phone, Crash piped in, "She's gorgeous and way too good for this old dog. He's robbing the cradle, Carly," he teased, giving me a sly glance.

"She is gorgeous and too good for me, but I'm not giving her up. As for robbing the cradle, I am older than her, but it's not like she's eighteen."

"There's nothing wrong with a nice older man. It's better if the man is older."

"Why?" Crash asked her.

"Because it takes men so much longer to mature. A woman of twenty is like a man of thirty-five when it comes to maturity. How old is she?"

"Thirty-two," I confessed. It did bother me slightly that she was only six years older than my daughter.

"See, she's the same age as you, maybe a tiny bit older than you in maturity years. You're good. Does she have family here? You never said if she was from St. Aug."

"She's not from St. Augustine. She has no family, and she's just moved here. Here she is," I said to her, handing her my phone.

She scanned it and then gave me a pleased smile. "She's gorgeous. Better keep a close watch on her, or someone might steal her away."

"If they try, I'll tear them limb by limb. She's mine, and no one is taking her from me," I told her with a tiny growl. She nodded with a pleased look on her face as she handed me my phone. As I took it, she hit me with one more question.

"Does Brooklyn know about her?"

"She does. I told her right before Ackerman showed up. She was shocked, I think, and wanted to know when she could meet her and all that. I said soon," I explained.

"And she accepted that?" she asked.

"Yeah, why wouldn't she?"

"I just don't see Brooklyn being that laid back about her dad finally finding someone after all these years. She has to be dying of curiosity and wants to know everything about her, plus know she's not out to hurt or use you," Carly explained.

"I'm an adult. I can look out for myself."

"No, you're a man, and that means you need a woman to look out for you while letting you think you can do it yourself. Believe me, if one didn't, you'd be screwed. I've been doing it for years for Rex," she said smugly.

I might've not been in a relationship in decades, but I knew better than to argue. My life was worth more than the aggravation it most likely would cause, so I didn't touch it. Unfortunately, Crash wasn't that smart.

"You're full of it, Carly."

I wisely beat a hasty retreat and left them to battle it out. I didn't need to stay. I knew who would win, the five-foot-three dynamo. Poor bastard didn't know what he unleashed. I entered my office, chuckling. At least my bad mood was lifting. Time to get the last few things wound up, then to go home. It was a good forty-five minutes before I saw Crash walk by dejectedly. I laughed. All he did was give me the finger and kept walking.