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on her hips.
    Before Joe could interfere, Curtis' hand came up in a blur and he slapped her viciously across the face. One of the soldiers jumped up from the table where he had been watching the two.
    "You just hold onto that fuckin' seat," Joe warned. "Curtis, I don't need that kind of shit in here, so you get your sister on out, but no more slaps, okay?"
    Curtis stared coldly at the fat black man. At first he wanted to give Joe a hard time but quickly realized that the owner of the club was right.

    The slap had brought Rita to her senses. She knew she had pushed her brother too far and she had no intention of pushing him any further. He must have been mad about something else, she reflected, because he rarely put his hands on her. It had been years since he had last slapped her.
    "Damn, Curt," she moaned softly, "you didn't have to do that."
    "I just don't want to hear any of your smart lip, Rita," he said, beckoning toward the door. "Now, let's get the hell out of here."
    Dan glared at the soldier, who still wanted to come to the girl's rescue, not so much really to help her but because she had drunk up so much of his beer and he had hoped to get her into the nearest motel. Now she was being led away by her brother, so the money he had spent on her was all wasted.
    Dan stepped back and let Rita walk past him. He couldn't help but admire the large ass she had. With the miniskirt riding high on her hips, he got a good look at what he liked to see. If she ever bent over, he reflected, she'd have to show her natural ass. The skirt was so short that just the slightest bend in her back would reveal the color of the drawers that she wore.
    No one spoke until they were on the sidewalk in front of the Do-Drop-Inn. It had been Curtis' plan to walk her home, but as they reached the street, the first thing he saw was Fat George pulling up in his latemodel Cadillac. Dan spotted him at the same time.
    "Looks like we're running in luck," Dan stated.
    "Rita," Curtis began, "I want you to take your ass on home now. I ain't going to follow you, but I mean for you to go there, you dig?" He waited a second, then added, "I'll be home in about fifteen minutes, so I want to see you when I get there. Now, you can act cute if you want to and not go home, but whenever I find you, I'm going to kick the living shit out of you! You understand where I'm coming from?"

    "Naw," she answered harshly, "I don't know where you're coming from, but I'll do what you say." She hesitated for a second, then added, "Curt, I don't know what's buggin' you, bro, but I don't dig this shit of yours coming down on me like I'm your whore or something."
    "Well, that's too damn bad," he replied, "but you ain't but sixteen, so if you give me any trouble I'll personally see to it that Joe don't let you in his joint no more."
    The threat of being kept out of Joe's was enough to make her change her ways quickly. Joe's was the only place in town for young girls to really have fun. Other than that, she would have to go over to one of her girlfriends' houses to dance, and that was really boring. Their parents would be watching, and none of them allowed their young daughters to bring any soldiers home. It was the same with her mother. She wouldn't allow a soldier in the house. She thought the soldiers would try to take advantage of her daughter.
    If there was one thing Rita didn't want, it was her brother telling her mother that she was with some soldiers. She might have to stay home for a week or two before she would be allowed back out on the streets.

    "Aw, Curt," she began, pleading openly, "you and me ain't never had no misunderstanding that we couldn't rap about, bro. I'm sorry if I said anything out of the way back there, but I been drinkin' a little too much beer, that's all. I got myself together now, so ain't we still cool with each other?" She flashed him her most pleasing smile, showing the well-kept teeth that she was so proud of
    Curtis had to smile in return. "Don't