He'd once asked his boss for a raise in salary. Mr. Clark; Jackson never knew if Clark was the man's first name or last name, had laughed in his face. Mr. Clark pointed out, he could just go to the courthouse and tell Judge Michaels to start cleaning the cages as community services. Two or three men doing community services could knock out the job and most likely wouldn't b***h the whole time they were doing it. He was sure the judge would be happy to do it, even if Culver County now had some of the cleanest blacktop roads in all of the state of Mississippi.
"They got that pulled pork? Mm-mm," Angela cooed, playfully squeezing Jackson's c**k. "Then after? We go on down to the water tower and..."
Yeah, he would 'borrow' the money from his momma and from Dallas. He'd have to wait until the
