This is part 2 of a three part story, the story is complete and I am posting addition parts as time allows. Voting and comments will be turned on after part 3. Please read Lethal Weapon part 1 for this to make sense.
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"Yes. . . If'n you're sellin' somthin'. . . we don't want none," the woman said, as she stared at him.
He remembered that Amanda had always spoke with a very southern drawl, sometimes she was hard to understand. She was born in Kentucky and had moved to Ohio when she was a teenager. But surely not this woman. . .
"A. . . I'm looking for a woman by the name of Amanda Hunsaker, used to be Amanda Swanson," he said, as he tried to smile.
"What are ya wantin' her far, she don't owe nobody nothin. . ." She stared intently at him for a moment, "Wait a minute, ya look kinda familiar. . . is yer name Martin?"
"Y-Y-Yes, I'm Martin Riggs, a. . ."
She smiled, and that's when he noticed that she had several several teeth missing, "Oh, hell no," he thought. Surely, this wasn't the Amanda he'd known, and actually had sex with a few times, it couldn't be. That Amanda had been kind of hot, this woman was. . . Oh my God!
"Well I'll be dipped. . . Dayummm!! Martin, ya still lookin' damn good. Why don'tcha' come on in."
"Well, I do need to speak with you about something. . . yes I would like to come in for just a little while."
Martin followed Amanda inside of the house to the living room, where she sat down on the couch, "Have a seat Martin an' tell me what's on yer mind," she said.
The first thing that ran through Martin's mind was that something might reach out, grab her, and try to pull her down inside of that nasty looking couch. He looked around for a wooden chair or something to sit on that hopefully wasn't flea infested. He remembered seeing a plastic lawn chair out on the porch, as he turned to go retrieve it, Amanda cocked her head and started scratching like a dog digging for a bone.
"Be right back," he said, as he opened the door and grabbed the chair.
Martin brought the chair in and sat down across from Amanda. Looking her over good, he wondered what had happened to this once beautiful woman.
"How have you been, Amanda? It's been a really long time."
"Oh, I git along, I guess. . . ya look like yer doin' pretty good thar' Martin, yer as handsome-'s ever, I'd jump yer bones-'n a heartbeat!"
Martin shifted around in his seat uncomfortably, "Not on your life," he thought, wondering what diseases she might be carrying.
"Aren't you married now? I thought I heard that you got married, is your husband at work?" Martin asked.
Amanda put her hands in the air and shrugged her shoulders. She wondered why Martin was there and exactly what it was that he wanted.
"I really don't know, haven't seen 'im in about a month. . . he shows up-'n stays for a while every now-'n then, wantin' ta fuck some. . ." she looked away for a moment, "Then he disappears agin. . . he HAS stayed around a lot more here lately though. . . hmmmm," her voice trailed off as she looked off to her right.
"I think you might try the county lockup," Martin thought to himself.
"Ya wantin' sompthin' 't drink, Marty, is-'n-'t alright-'t still call ya that? " she said, as she rose from the couch and headed for the kitchen, "I've got
Old Milwaukee,
or I can fix ya up-'th a
Pepsi
. . . What'll ya' have?"
"
Pepsi
will be fine, and so is Marty," Martin smiled.
He'd already had quite enough beer a couple days before, and he sure didn't want any more.
Amanda returned to the living room and handed Martin a cold
Pepsi
and a glass. Martin opted to drink out of the can, the glass had dried food particles stuck around the top edge and a dull film all over.
Amanda popped the tab on her beer and took a drink,
"So, Marty, are ya still seein' that thar' Trish chick?" Amanda asked.
Martin hadn't been sure where he was going to start, but she had just opened a door for him,
"Yeah, we've been married for almost twenty five years now. . ." Martin started.
Amanda looked shocked, "Married! Hell, I never knew ye guys-'s married though, ya say twenty five years. .? Damn that's a long time. Ya know, me'n her used to run around some, we did some wild an' crazy things tagether."
"Good," he thought, "Then she remembers,"
"Well, that's what I came to talk to you about, Amanda. . . Those wild and crazy things you're talking about. Do you remember Roger Murtaugh?"
Amanda sat up straight and looked more attentive, actually she looked kind of excited.
"Ya mean Big Snake Roger. .? Hell yeah, I 'member 'im, haven't seen-'im for a while though, bin o'er a year at least," she said, with enthusiasm.
"Roger's dead Amanda, he died a little over a year ago. . ."
Her mood darkened and she had a look of shock on her face, "What happened?" her voice troubled.
"He had a heart attack. Too much cocaine I guess. He died pretty quickly, that's what I heard, anyway."
Amanda got a wry smile on her face and she looked down at the floor, "Michael'll be glad-'t hear that, Roger-'s the main source a ma marriage troubles. . . I just couldn't stay away from that big ol' cock a his!" Amanda chuckled.
"You mean you and he were sleeping together?"
"We weren't sleepin, if ya catch my drift. Yeah, he use-'t come around-'n fuck me every once-'n a while. . . Well, 't least he used-'t. I wondered what-'n hell happened-'t 'im." Amanda proclaimed.
Not sure how to go further, Martin just blurted out,
"How did you happen to hook up with him to begin with?"
