“It’s all right, the room is already almost full. I don’t want you to go through the bother. Why don’t we meet in the diner in an hour?” Winter came forward, also trying to divert them.
“Girl, there’s nothing more important than standing up for another bitch,” Crazy Bitch butted in, her breasts barely squeezed into her tight t-shirt.
T.A., Killyama, and another one that they introduced as Fat Louise ignored her, moving on towards the meeting room. Ms. Richards, striding out of the meeting room, came to a full stop when she saw who Winter was talking too.
“What are you doing here?” She asked sternly.
Winter didn’t understand her question until she realized she was talking to Sex Piston.
“Giving our bitch moral support. Why you here, Diamond?” Sex Piston answered
“I have told you not to call me that,” she hissed.
“It’s your fucking name bitch,” Sex Piston hissed back.
Her haughty lawyer lost her cool. “Don’t talk like trash.”
“I’m gonna tell mom you called me trash,” Sex Piston told her.
“You do and if she calls me, I’ll smack you silly,” Ms. Richards warned.
Winter’s mouth dropped open when it dawned on her they were sisters and Sex Piston was obviously the younger of the two. The resemblance was there. Both had the same shade of red hair and hazel eyes. Sex Piston was thinner than her sister who was heavier, but just as curvy.
Ms. Richards inhaled sharply before she gathered her professional persona around her like a cloak.
“If you lose this case, it won’t be my fault. You cannot flaunt your lifestyle and expect to keep a job in this community,” she told Winter. “I can’t perform miracles. If you really want to support her, go home Sex Piston and take your whore friends with you.” She started to leave, but turned back to Sex Piston for her final insult.
“If mom calls me, I’ll tell her to fuck off, so it’s up to you if you want to start another fight between us.” She concluded the conversation without a word of goodbye to her sister.
Sex Piston stood there and Winter could see that her sister’s words had hurt.
Winter stepped forward and wrapped an arm around her shoulder.
“Let’s go in Sex Piston.” She owed these women her life. She wasn’t going to insult them by asking them to leave.
Once everyone was seated, the meeting was called to order. The meeting started with discussions of the budget. Ben Stiles read the next item on the docket, which was to terminate Winter’s employment. Ms. Richards stood to her feet. When they gave her permission to speak, she gave clear and concise reasons why Winter should not be fired, stating her professional record and the contributions she made to the school system as a whole. Not just the high school, she often volunteered performing duties beyond her job description. Several of her students had shown up also to support her, giving their testimonials of what she had been able to accomplish for their future. Then her fellow colleagues were asked to speak.
“They hire her back, I’m going to go back and get my diploma,” Crazy Bitch whispered loudly to Sex Piston.
“You’re too old,” Sex Piston told her, not trying to whisper.
“I’m not too old, I’m just twenty-five.”
“That’s too old, those snooty bitches,” Sex Piston nodded toward the high school teachers that had came to support Winter, “would be afraid you’d fuck the boys and turn the girls into bitches.”
“Don’t want no young dick,” Crazy Bitch refuted, not denying the possibly about recruiting the girls.
“You’d fuck young stud dick,” Killyama broke into the conversation.
“Don’t fuck young dick, wouldn’t fuck them stuck-up bastards behind that big desk either,” Crazy Bitch argued back.
Winter bit her knuckle as they talked, having long since regretted inviting the biker bitches to stay.
“Two of them are women,” Sex Piston said popping her gum.
“Which ones?” Both Crazy Bitch and Killyama scrutinized the school board members.
The board stopped further testimonials, calling for a vote while several members glared at the women. Actually there were three female board members Winter counted.
Winter jumped to her feet. “Before you judge my future employment, I would like a chance to speak.”
“Go ahead.” Ben Stiles motioned her towards the podium.
“First, I would like to thank the School Board for taking time in their busy schedule to give me a fair opportunity to explain.” Winter described her attack and her recovery at The Last Riders. “I will not deny I am in a committed relationship with Mr. James, who is the president of The Last Riders, but in all fairness, the board must admit it is not in my contract that I couldn’t live out of wedlock with a male. Furthermore, I feel that it is hypocritical to hold it against me for living with Loker James when two members of the school board share a similar situation.”