Tim Howe hurried out of the bar as fast as he could, narrowly avoiding bumping into a re-tressed beauty who was entering. After shooting the departing man a dirty look, the woman approached the bar was warmly greeted by the woman behind the bar.
"Carmen! When did you get back in town?" asked the bartender, placing a glass of wine in front of her obviously familiar customer. She was a large friendly woman with a crew cut and several tattoos.
"I'm just here for a few days on business Marge. Who was the asshole who almost ran me down? I don't think I've ever seen a man in here as a customer before."
"That guy? You hit the nail on the head with 'asshole." Marge chuckled. "He's Tony, my Brother-In-law, well I suppose Ex-Bother-In-Law is more like it. My sister finally had the good sense to divorce his skinny ass after he lost a shit ton of money gambling. She got a shark for a lawyer who left him with next to nothing now. And on top of that he still owes Mike The Bat a substantial sum of money, which he doesn't have."
"Mike The Bat?"
"People call him that because that's what he shows up with when you can't pay up. The asshole had the nerve to come in here and ask me for help. It's no secret he has no love for The Gay lifestyle. The idiot probably thought he'd burst into flames just walking in here."
"You going to help him out? It's funny, he's a skinny little thing, if I saw him from behind, I might have thought he was a woman."
"Hmmm you know Carmen, I wasn't going to give him a dime but you've given me an idea ... "
After getting her call, Tim walked into Marge's office in the back of the bar the next day. The hope in his eyes quickly turned to panic however as he saw someone else sitting there chatting with Marge, a well-dressed large man.
"M-Mike! What's going on? What are you doing here? You said I had 3 more days to get the money!" He blurted out nervously.
"Relax sport, sit down. Nobody's getting their knees broken. Not today anyways. I was just having a beer with Marge here and we were discussing your situation." Mike said softly, with an undercurrent of menace. He continued as Tim sheepishly sat down. "Your Sister-in-law here was quite surprised to hear exactly how much you were into for me Timmy. Then it was my turn to be surprised when she said she'd be willing to take over your payments ... under certain conditions."
"Oh God! Marge, you're a lifesa..." Tim began before Marge cut him off.
"Hold on there Timmy. This isn't charity. I had no idea you owed so much but I'm going to help out for my sister's sake, so she doesn't have to read they found you beaten to death somewhere. I'm going to make the regular payment to Mike here, and until that's paid off, with interest, you ass is mine. Got it? Or, if you don't like my offer, you can always deal with my new friend here."
As Marge said that Mike turned to Timmy and gave him a predatory smile that made his blood run cold.
"Anything Marge! I'll pay you back, you'll see."
"I love a happy ending." Mike said, standing up to leave. "Oh, one thing to bear in mind Timmy. Marge will be making the payment every week as long as you do exactly what she wants. As a gesture to repay her for making sure I'm compensated I told her all she has to do is call me if you fail to comply with her wishes. And then you and I will have a discussion in private that I don't think will be as congenial as this one. Marge, it was a pleasure doing business with you." He said, shaking her hand and departing.
"Marge, I don't know how to thank ...'
"Oh shut up Timmy. I know you never had any use for me of my lifestyle until the wolf was at your door. Let's get down to it." She said, producing a stack of legal looking papers from her desk. "Now hand over your wallet and keys, and sign these."
"What? But why ..."
"Because I'm cutting up all your credit cards. You obviously can't be trusted with them. And we'll be selling your car and putting the money towards paying off your debt. These papers give me complete control over your finances so you can't find some new bookie to gamble with."
"But Marge that's going overboard, don't you think?"
"I don't think so Timmy. Mike is probably still in the parking lot; shall we go ask him? Plus, he gave me his cell number, so I can just call him ..."
"No! I'll do it." Tim exclaimed, passing over his wallet and keys which Marge promptly locked away. She noticed him starting to read through all the documents and barked "Just sign them you wimp!"
'Good." Said Marge, "briefly checking the documents before locking them in her desk. "I now have complete control of your finances and Power of Attorney. Tomorrow I'll give one of my staff the keys to your apartment and we can start selling off your stuff. Anything we can't sell we'll just donate to Goodwill. You won't need any of it, you'll be living here in the upstairs room while you work off your debt."
"What?? Are you crazy? I have a job! I can't live and work here, in a Lez Bar!" Tim exclaimed, then instantly realized he may have said the wrong thing.
"Oh I know what you think of my bar, and of me." Marge said with a smile on her face. "I heard you last Thanksgiving referring to me as a big butch lezbo. Oh don't say anything you wimp, I don't want to hear it. Mike The bat may want to though .... Ah I thought that would shut you up. From now one you only speak when spoke to, got it? Just nod your head. Good."
"Besides, you were right about me. I am a butch lesbian, as you are going to find out. Now follow me upstairs to your new room."
Tim sheepishly followed Marge upstairs and was barely able to hold his tongue as the walked into his new room. They stood in the middle of the frilliest room decorated for a girl in lace, satins and silks that had to be the most