And there she stood. Frozen in place, listening to Steve telling her all about
the MacMontry family, about their financial problems. He explained details about
bankruptcy they went through, about judgments against Roxi's now former
landlords. And finally that in order to square up with one of the local lenders,
the MacMontry family members had signed a quitclaim deed. They had deeded the
apartments over to a lender. “This lender happens to be Mr.Ventura.” Was there
something wrong with her hearing?
Did Steve say? “My uncle needs the apartment, better get moving, the sooner the
Roxi asked: “So, Mr.Ventura, your uncle is throwing me out on the street, no
warning, nothing? And the MacMontry clan is gone.”
As she looked at him, he stared back at her, but not her face, but all over
checking her out and she could feel his eyes traveling from legs up to her
breast and back. No, Roxi didn’t understand half of it. She knew Mr.Ventura, a
VIP and close friend of the Sassy Station & Bar owner’s family. Coming to think
of the bar owners, she hadn't seen either one of the couple, Tony and Teddy
lately. Then again, they lived in Hillsborough and having Dan in charge; their
business was in good hands. Yes, Roxi had been waiting on Steve as her customer
at the Sassy Station & Bar several times. She also knew Mr. Ventura, known to be
a rich and ruthless investor. She clearly recalled his preferred table. He loved
to sit in the retro furnished booth, the one at the very end of the bar-room,
the semi-private-one, with the large comfortable benchlike u-shaped couch. The
one with the two small cocktail tables, and it was always reserved for him, at
least for the past 10 to 12 months. Here she had witnessed his lewd behaviors.
The bar manager had named it the "Ventura-Play" style. In one hand holding his
smartphone, unless he was sipping on his drink, the other was under the skirt,
or in the blouse, of whatever female company he had brought along that night.
Roxi admitted, she was somewhat impressed by the number and variety of truly
most slutty women the old geezer, and his wealth, attracted. At the one or the
other occasion, Roxi had noticed Mr.Ventura and his for this night lady friend
returning from the genderless bathroom together, from the “powder room.” She
recalled his grinning victorious smile upon entering the bar, his look at me
pose, while some white dusting above her upper lips be could possibly be read as
a sign of her licking or snorting some powder.