“There’s no rush,” Mac lied.
When these women would learn that they couldn’t get awaywith lying to him, he did not know.He was in a variety of relationships withseveral women of his own, had kids with them, and he’d run a strip club fordecades.He could spot a lie before the person even spoke the words.
Hell, his bouncers were the worst culprits.They thoughtthey had that, “you’re a man and I’m a man” thing going on when no man was anykind of man if he lied through his teeth.
“Mac,” he stated warningly.
She didn’t answer his question.
She said, “People will still come watch me dance.”
“I know people will watch you dance.Had Joaquim do a headcountcouplamonths ago for a few nights.Thirty-fivepercent of the people through the door were female.They say ten percent of thepopulation is gay.So we can assume ten percent of that were lesbians who mighthave another reason they’re here to see you.But that means twenty-five percentof those females were here just to get a drink, but mostly to watch you dance.And you’re probably the only time a man can get away with saying he comes to astrip club to take in the talent of a dancer’s moves.You got big tits, you gotregular tits, it’s notgonnaaffect your line at therope.So let’s stop with the bullshit.Now, tell mewhy?”
Mac lifted her chin and stated, “I’m also looking into spermdonors.”
There it was.
Smithie sat back in his chair.
“Mac—” he began.
“I’m not getting any younger, Smithie,” she snapped.
As noted, he was in a relationship with several women.Theyknew about each other.Mostly, they shared because he was a lot to take andthey didn’t mind the break.
But often, it was a juggling act and he was the juggler.
One thing he learned that helped him not drop a ball wasnever to field it when a woman lobbed that at him.
Though, he didn’t field it right then not just because ofthat.
“It’s your sister,” he noted.
She shook her head.“It isn’t my sister.”
“How many has she pushed out for Eddie so far?”Smithieasked a question the answer to which he already knew.
“Jet doesn’t make babiesfor Eddie,” Mac shot back.
Smithie sighed.
“I’m just ready,” she stated.
“You are not ready,” he returned.
Her face turned from confrontational to pissed.
“You think I haven’t thought about this for a long time?”
“I think, when you decide to bring a kid in the world, onceyou think you’ve thought about it long enough, you should think even longerabout it.Then you should talk to people in your life about it.Then you shouldthink on whattheysay about it.And only when you’re super, double,extrasure do you do it.”
“I’ve got the money—”
Smithie shook his head.“It isn’t the money, Mac.But evenif you think you got the money, you don’t got the money.It’s not about thefood in their bellies or the roof over their heads.It isn’t aboutkeepin’ up with all the latest phones and kicks.It isn’teven about saving for college tuition.It’s all the shit times in life that aregonnarise up and bite you in the ass that you didn’tcount on.They’re your kid.They’regonnaroll withthe punches.But are you ready to say you’re in the spot you’re good to makethem do that if that shit happens?”
Mac said nothing, looked to the side, then took a step thatway and sat her ass down in one of the two chairs in front of his desk.
She was not ready.
