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Authors: M.T. Pope

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Chapter 30
 
David
Sob Story
May 17th 3:04
P.M.
 
I sat in my home office, confused by today’s events at the funeral. My wife wasn’t herself today at all. I mean I know we all express grief differently, but she went all the way off and then some. The sad thing is I was glad that she had jumped on John at the funeral, because he was making me a nervous wreck. I just needed to know why she did it. It had to be something strenuous for her to attack him at her mother’s funeral.
I pulled out the gun that I had in my waistband and put it on my desk. I had carried it with me to the funeral, because I just couldn’t be sure if John was following me or not. I made a mental note to carry it everywhere I went now, after seeing him at the funeral. I was dumbfounded at the fact that he had showed up at my wife’s mother’s funeral. I wondered how they were connected.
My mind was racing a mile a minute. My phone started ringing.
“Hello,” I answered still puzzled.
“Who was that bitch that jumped me at the funeral? Your wife?”
“Ahhh ... yeah ... why?”
“Because that bitch whipped my ass and don’t know who the hell she was or what I did to her. But I tell you what. Her ass fights like a man.” He laughed. “I haven’t had my ass whipped like that since I was a boy. You ain’t got nothing to worry about when I come to her protecting your soft ass.” He laughed again. “You gots you a good- ass fighter on ya hands.”
“Yeah,” was all I could manage get out. I was glancing through my wife’s mother’s obituary and something had caught my attention and I couldn’t really pay attention to what he was saying. “I—I gotta call you back.” I hung up the phone without getting a response from him. I didn’t need one.
I walked up to our bedroom with the obituary in hand.
“Babe... . babe ...” I shook my wife lightly so I wouldn’t startle her.
“Huh? ... huh?” She rolled over. Her eyes were swollen and red. I figured it was from all that crying she did at the funeral. “What’s wrong?” She must have seen the puzzled look on my face.
“I was reading the obituary and I didn’t see your name. All I saw was your sister’s name and a Thomas Jones. Who is that? You never mentioned you had a brother.”
I was looking at her intensely. She stared back at me for a few seconds. Her eyes began to water and then a couple of tears fell down her cheeks.
“It’s my deceased brother... he died when I was eight. A car accident. He ran out into the street and got hit by a car. He was instantly killed.” She cried harder now.
“So why wasn’t your name mentioned?” I asked. “Well, my mom never forgave me for it. That’s why I haven’t been to see her as much as I should and why I kept you away from my family. It was too hard to bear. She practically cut me out of her life and she instructed my aunt not to put me in the obituary since I let her only son die. I was supposed to be watching him, but I was doing what I wanted to and let him run into the street.”
“I—I’m sorry.” I felt a tear run down my face as I got up off the bed. “Go back to bed. I’m sorry I brought it up.”
I wandered back downstairs feeling really low. I was sorry I brought up such a painful memory like the one she just told me about.
Chapter 31
 
Ashley
Caught Up
May 23rd 9:30
A.M.
 
“Ashley, where are you going?” I heard Alex ask me as I was headed to the door. I turned around to see him standing in the doorway of his room with a smirk on his face.
“I’m going to hang out with a couple of my friends.” I smiled as I continued my way toward the door.
“Be careful out there. And be good.”
I looked back toward him. “I’ve always been good. I got this ... remember that.” I boasted.
He shook his head and went back into his room. I laughed, threw on my shades and left apartment. I hopped in my car and made a beeline toward Ebony’s place. While driving, I thought to myself.
I got to leave Grace alone for a minute. That situation is weirder than most; almost unheard of in most settings. But, it was real, so I took advantage. I was that bitch that did things most would shy at doing. This crazy-bitch thing is taking its toll on me. It was getting to me. I really had some issues that I need to get help for. No joke. A sister was warped I tell you. I wasn’t totally gone, but a bitch had her moments of insanity. I believe everyone does from time to time. It was just that my shit was on blastoff for longer periods of time than normal.
I pulled up to Ebony’s apartment and watched as she ran out of the house and straight toward my car.
“Whef!” She blew out a tired breath as she hopped in my car. “I hate doing this behind my man’s back and in front of the lord.” She buckled her seat belt as I pulled off.
“Okay,” I nonchalantly said.
“I had to tell him I was going to choir rehearsal. I don’t like lying to him.” I saw a tear slide down her face.
I was stopped at a light so I looked at her and said, “Well it’s partially true ... You would want to make sing tonight when we getting down tonight.” I laughed. She didn’t find it funny.
“So where are we going?” she asked with her hands folded on her chest and her mouth twisted.
“Don’t worry about that. You’ll know when we get there.”
I was all giddy and ready to have a very good time.
After about twenty minutes of driving, I pulled up to my destination with a huge smile on my face. It was a detached Victorian-style house. I wondered how homegirl could afford all of this but I was one who minded my business.
“Let’s go.” I looked over at Ebony whose mouth was still twisted. “I’ma need you to get your shit together while we in here. Don’t be fucking up my mood. Feel me?”
“Yeah ... okay.” She opened her door and got out. I did the same.
We walked up to the door and I called Monique so she came to the door and let us in.
“We’re here.” I dialed the number and ended the call all in a few seconds.
The door swung open and Monique stood before us in a sheer negligee. Everything was hanging out: titties and ass. I looked over at Ebony and her mouth was open just as much as mine.
“Come in, ladies.” Monique turned and sashayed down a small corridor and then turned toward us as we walked in and closed the door. There was some music playing but I didn’t know who it was. It was soft and sensual though.
“What’s going on?” Ebony leaned in and whispered in my ear. “Why are we here?”
“Bitch, you about to get fucked up if you don’t stop asking questions,” I spoke out of the side of my mouth and made it look like I was being seductive to Monique. I wanted to bang Ebony in the side of her neck for asking so many damn questions. If she didn’t know by now that I was in control, I was going to have to cut her loose and let Monique step in her spot. Monique was the chick I met at the restaurant spot. I don’t know why Ebony didn’t recognize her, because she chewed me out about looking at her ass. She wouldn’t know I was looking if she wasn’t looking too, which made me think she was paying attention to her surroundings like she was supposed to be. I made a mental note to check her ass when I dropped her off later.
“Y’all ready?” Monique asked as she walked back by us and up some stairs. She had on high heels that made her calf muscles look fabulous. “Come on upstairs.”
We both did as we were told. I let Ebony go ahead of me. I didn’t want any surprises and shit. I wasn’t ready to get my ass beat or anything like that. If somebody had a head start if something popped off and it was going to be me. Pussy ain’t worth dying over.
Finally we walked down a small corridor and into a large room with a huge bed canopy bed with really thick beams. Everything in her room was pink: the carpet, pillows, comforter, paint, and window curtains ... everything. The bitch must have even dyed the muthafuckin’ cat pink too. Her fluffy ass scurried out the room, because she must have known that she was the only pussy that was not going to get fucked tonight. I shook my head at that mess. Some people take shit too far.
“Take yo shit off,” I turned and looked at Ebony who, shockingly, was all smiles. She was a weird-ass girl I tell you. I started to undress and Monique started to gyrate and swing around her bedpost like she was a secondhand stripper. I almost laughed when she slipped and fell off the bed and rolled on to the carpet, but I didn’t. She played it off by crawling on her hands and knees toward Ebony, who was naked by now, and she crawled up her body like she was a mountain and started to lick her body all over. Then she made her way up to her mouth and she started to tongue her down real good. My pussy was throbbing and twitching like a man’s dick. I looked over at the bed and saw a couple of dildos and vibrators all stretched out in an assorted variety.
This bitch is a full- fledged freak
! I picked one and pushed the others to the side. I spread my legs as far as they went and started to fuck myself with the dildo that had an electronic stimulator for your clit. It was a high- tech orgasm dynamo. Monique and Ebony were now on the floor in a sixty-nine position moaning and sucking like there was no tomorrow. You would have thought Ebony was unmarried and without a child the way she was sucking on Monique’s pussy and tits.
“Ahh ... ahhh ... ahhhhhh,” I moaned as the toy did its job in seconds and gave me the orgasm that made my legs go limp for a few seconds. I didn’t even notice that Monique and Ebony had gotten up off the floor and onto the bed where I was.
One was doing my tits and the other was sucking my womb. My moaning escalated as I drew near to another orgasm.
“Yes ... baby ... yesssss.” I hollered out in ecstasy. Monique got off the bed again and I watched her put on a strap-on dildo.
“Get on all fours,” she instructed Ebony. Ebony crawled over top of me and started kissing me on all fours while Monique positioned herself behind her. You knew when Monique had hit Ebony’s spot when her head flew back and she started to buck. I was still a little weak from the last orgasm, but I still managed to get one of Ebony double-D’s in my mouth and suck like I was breast-feeding. We were all moaning and Monique was fucking Ebony like she was a real man and Ebony was her bitch.
“Yeah ... yeah ... yeah ... yeah ... yeah ...” Ebony was stuck on repeat as Monique punished her. Ebony had started to kiss me again as she neared her climax. She climaxed then she collapsed on me. I rolled Ebony off of me, took the strap-on dildo from Monique and fucked her like she fucked Ebony a few seconds earlier. We all took turns on each for over two hours before Ebony and I ended up showering and leaving to go home.
“You have fun?” I asked as I pulled off toward the highway. She had that look on her face. The look I hated. Regret.
“It’s too late to be feeling sorry for what you have done now.” I shook my head. She was on the verge of messing up my day with her guilt. “Did you enjoy yourself?”
“Wellllll ...” She stammered. “Yeah, I did.”
A big smile came across my face. I didn’t let her know I was getting paid for letting Monique fuck her. Homegirl gave me three hundred dollars too. Ebony didn’t need to know all that though. She got something out of it anyway.
Twenty minutes later we pulled back up in front of her house.
“Can you give me one more orgasm before you leave?” she asked with pleading eyes.
“Baby girl, I’m tired. Maybe tomorrow.” I was tired and I did have classes in the morning.
“Pleaseeee,” she begged.
“Where are your son and husband?”
“He’s at work. He works nights at Wal-mart. My son is over my husband’s mom’s house.” Her eyes were pleading me to give in.
“All right, but just one and I’m gone.”
A bitch’s job is never done
, I thought to myself. I parked my car and we made our way toward her house. She opened her door and we walked in. All the lights were out but I followed her as we made our way to her living room.
She flicked on the light and sat down on the sofa. She unbuttoned her pants and pulled them down to her ankles. I went in for the pussy like it was a piece of watermelon.
“So this is what you call choir practice?” I heard a male voice say from behind us. We both jumped up and were staring down the barrel of a 9 mm gun.
“Ba—ba—baby ... What you doing home?” she asked the dude, whom I assumed was her husband. I had only saw him one time and that was at a distance when he was picking her up from church. I did make sure I took a picture of his tags when he pulled off, so I could get the info I needed on him to move my plans to pimp her along. “I thought you were at work.”
“I ain’t fuckin’ another dude that’s for sure.” He mean-mugged me. I mugged him back. I had a lot of balls for a bitch that was staring down a gun. I was scared as shit on the inside though. I wasn’t ready to die just yet.
Baby, stop what you’re doing, because it’s not going to end well for you.
The old lady’s voice popped into my head.
Oh shit
! I muttered to myself in fear.
“It’s not what you think.” Ebony tried to explain. I shook my head in disbelief.
“So this bitch wasn’t just up in between your legs licking your pussy?”
“I don’t love her. I love you,” she pleaded with her hands held out in front of her, stretched out toward him like she was trying to hug him. She must have forgotten that her pants were around her ankles, because she tried to step toward him and fell face-forward onto the floor. I shook my head again.
“Pull your shit up.” Her husband pulled her up to her feet with one hand and with the other hand he still had the gun pointed at me. I noticed he had a silencer on the end of it too. So if he did kill us no one would know he did it. “So you getting my moms to watch our son while you doing this chick?” he asked. I thought the question was rhetorical, but she still nodded yes.
“What this chick got that I don’t have?” he asked her. Tears and snot ran down her face. And it looked like she was starting to hyperventilate too.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to ... It was just—just—she made me do it,” she stammered and then blurted the rest out. He cocked his head to the side in wonder as he looked at me and then at her.
“You made her do this?” he asked me. This dude must be dumb too. I can’t make her like having sex with other women.
“Dude, you got this all twisted up.” I spoke with authority. “I’m not a magician. I can’t make her like pussy. And as far as I was making her do this; I don’t have access to your apartment ... she does. I think you need to be a little smarter about this and ask yourself a few questions. I was just a supplier in this here situation. The middleman per se.”
“What you trying say? I wasn’t pleasing my wife in the bedroom?”
Bingo! I think he’s got it
. I wasn’t going to say it though. I had checked this guy’s past; he has a record. And I didn’t want to be added to his list of offenses: murder.
“I think you need to ask her that. Not me. I’m going to take my leave while y’all discuss what y’all need to discuss.” He thought about it for a few seconds and that gave me an opportunity to try and walk out of this apartment with everything intact.
“Baby ... please forgive me ... I was wrong for doing it. It was a big mistake,” I heard Ebony say as I sneaked past him as he kneeled down before her.
I was at the door turning the knob, when I heard what sounded like a gun click next to my ear. I turned to see it pointed right in between my eyes. “Bitch, where you think you going?” I saw him raise his hand and the pain of the butt of the gun hitting me in the head let me know this may not end too well. Then the room went black.
I woke up tied to a chair and a duct-taped mouth. My head was spinning and it was hard for me to focus. Once my vision started to become focused I noticed that we were in a room alone.
“How does her pussy taste?” he asked me inches from my face. I blinked back tears, because I didn’t know what he was going to do to me. I was tied up and light-headed. He hit me with gun again across my face.
Wham!
I moaned in pain but he was unrelenting. He hit me again. The room started to spin again. It was spinning so bad that I thought I “saw a putty cat.” I was just that dizzy.

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