Saint And Sinners (86 page)

And she didn’t see Koki, so…maybe it is… He would have had to be up close to her,
so I doubt she would have missed him and…he has a certain look about him. Not the
kind of guy that really blends in unless he is trying to…

Saint hated to admit it, but he felt completely helpless…

“Yeah, maybe it is. Well, I will be home tomorrow. I’ll let you go so you can get
some sleep. Tell the kids I love ’em, and will be back soon.”

“I will…I will.” She sniffed. “I love you, Saint. Goodnight.”

“Sweet dreams, baby. Everything is going to be fine, okay?” He forced a smile.

“Yes, okay.” She blew him a kiss, and then…she disconnected the call.

Saint sat there clutching his phone for several minutes as he stared blankly at the
hotel television screen.

After a while, he placed his phone on the nightstand and leisurely turned off the
tube.

“Ahhhh….” He yawned as he punched the one pillow he had remaining on the bed, then
placed his head in the indentation, settling in for a restless sleep no doubt.

“I have a prayer, Creator…”

I know my life has never been easy. I know how challenges come my way, and this will
continue to occur, but I beg of you, please don’t take this gift away from my wife
and me. This is a cruel turn of events! I will not only be suffering a great deal
within my marriage, but I will be unable to do my job as effectively. How could I
possibly teach others about how to maintain and improve their sex lives with their
mates if I, myself, am in a sexless marriage with the love of my life? That’s not
honest. That’s not truth. That’s not real. I don’t know any other way to be! I couldn’t
write any more books, I couldn’t conduct any more seminars or speak at any conferences
if this is not resolved! I’d be a farce, a walking lie! I’ll do whatever it takes,
whatever you want me to do. If this is your way of trying to get my attention, then
you’ve got it! Please help me fix this! I need my wife! I need her love, her affection,
her words, her kiss, her body! I need all of her… Please don’t take my Xenia, in any
capacity, away from me…

*

Mama was going
beyond the call of duty. If Xenia didn’t know any better, she’d think the woman was
trying to worm her way into staying. Not only had she been extremely understanding
about Xenia being out so late, she even brought all three children to the house, gave
them baths, and put them to bed before Xenia even got home. To make matters even more
extra cushy, the smell of a pot roast in the kitchen filled the place with the old
time familiar, comforting scents of home. The only problem was, Xenia hadn’t eaten
red meat for years, but she had to admit, it sent her tummy into a flipping tailspin.
Mama promised it was only for her; she wanted some of her own home cooking. The hotel
food was getting on her nerves, and she didn’t want any of that ‘foreign curry stuff’,
as she called it.

Before she could thank her, the woman slid her a hot cup of tea, kissed her cheek
and stated she’d already called herself a cab as soon as Xenia got home. Xenia had
tried to tell her she’d drive her back over to the hotel, or better yet, why wouldn’t
she just stay the night…but Mama refused, stating once again she enjoyed smoking in
peace, cursing as she wished, and laying about in her unmentionables. Besides, she
didn’t want to wake the children just so they could ride shotgun, sleepy heads and
all. Xenia hated to admit how much she needed her mother at that moment. It was almost
as if God had intervened, reached down and placed the woman beside her at the right
time, right place. Mama said she was leaving the week before, and the week before
that, yet, she was still there. Saint insisted on paying her hotel bill, which of
course made it all the more convenient for the woman to extend her stay, but there
was no amount of cash in the world that could give Xenia the same peace of mind.

After Mama had left, she snuck into her babies’ rooms and planted a kiss upon their
foreheads. They all had smiles on their faces, and barely budged from her touch. No
matter what Xenia thought of her mother’s antics from time to time, she had to admit,
the woman proved the best grandmother a child could have in the whole damn world.

She slid under the warm cocoa brown sheets; a soft burnt orange paisley design framed
the edges of the duvet. As if singing a lullaby to her senses, she caught the scent
of Saint’s cologne on the adjoining pillow. It called to her, made her miss him even
more. The sensations within her gamboled and twisted in a barbed-wire dance of misunderstandings
and confusion as she gripped his pillow in her arms, hugging it as if it were her
man. But it wasn’t… No, the pillow was large and a bit squishy. Saint was lean, muscular,
strong and firm…but it would have to suffice. Her perplexity grew. Earlier, his scent
had made her queasy, so this was a good sign indeed! Maybe she had a twenty-four hour
flu virus of some sort. She sat up with renewed faith and popped out the bed like
a jackrabbit, high-footing it into the locked red room that had been barely touched
since they’d moved to New York. She waited as it read her thumbprint and allowed her
entrance. Immediately, she was bathed in crimson light. What scene may have startled
most—a room filled with black leather straps, hanging contraptions, a steely cage,
a white swing covered in fur and an assortment of sexual delights—made her miss him
so much now, it ached. She held herself as if cold, looking to and fro.

Where did he move his movies?

She grabbed the step stool and moved boxes here and there, uncovering them, looking
deep inside and sifting through purple anal beads, sex card games, and a litany of
assorted handcuffs and restraint wraps.

Damn it, Saint! Where are your pornos? You haven’t put them in your office yet under
lock and key. I know you didn’t because you told me so…

She continued to hunt around until finally, a large black box caught her eye, cattycorner
on a shelf. She reached for it and opened the lid. Peering inside, she discovered
his treasure trove. He was so serious about the type of sexual movies he purchased;
made sure at least in his mind, they were the top of the line. Saint looked at porn
like one looks at a contact sport. He could never just sit there and watch; he had
to interject, press pause, slow down scenes, rewind and explain what the actors were
doing right and wrong. Sometimes he’d even get upset, jumping up and down as if his
favorite team had really fouled things up. There were so many to chose from…

Busty Black Beauties Vol. 1-15, Big Ass Babes Vol. 1-6, Hardcore Fucks… Her search
continued until one title caught her eye—Black Honeys and Asian Stallions, featuring
Keni Styles. Xenia had never discussed interracial Asian porn with Saint before. Besides,
she smirked to herself, she never was a regular porn watcher and the adult movies
they
did
watch together usually featured white men with black women.

Hmmm, this Keni Styles guy is kinda cute. I guess I’ll give it a try…

She exited the Red Room and made her way back to her bed after popping it into the
DVD player. After a few moments, she was undressed, relaxed and waiting to masturbate
herself into a nice, peaceful sleep. She had renewed faith that whatever it was that
caused her and Saint an issue in the bedroom could be tested now, and it would turn
out she was back in the saddle, so to speak. The scene played out. A curvaceous black
woman with a honey blond weave down to her ass sashayed into the room and began to
suck Keni Styles cock like she was being paid for it. Well…she was, and it showed.
Xenia felt herself growing more and more excited, and soon, her eyes drifted closed
and she concentrated on her husband as she listened to the sounds of the couple in
the movie fucking one another. In her mind, she envisioned Saint on top of her, his
familiar warm breath close to her ear when they’d make love in the missionary position…

Yes…

Her heart rate accelerated and soon, she found her clit with her exploring fingers.
She arched up from the sheets as she made contact…

“Ahhhh…” she sighed, tossing her head against the pillow, her excitement growing.
After a few more moments, she was completely revved up and decided to add the final
test to the mix. She popped one of Saint’s conferences in their second DVD player
and played the two simultaneously, watched the man move about on the screen…and then,
a tear rolled down her face. Her libido completely plummeted. The sight of him seemed
to kiss her sexual enthusiasm goodbye and sent it on its sorry-ass way.

“I can’t believe this!” she screamed aloud, jumping from the bed and shutting off
both films. She turned her back to the screens, suddenly feeling so completely vulnerable
and alone. After a while, she made her way back to the bed, and slid under the covers.
Once again, she smelled the man’s cologne, but it only caused her to shed more tears
as she gripped the pillow to herself so damn tight, she was certain all the stuffing
would pour out.

No one will be able to fix this! No doctor will be able to help me! I have sexual
desire; it is as high as ever… I know this now. It is just not there for my husband.
He’s done nothing to me; our relationship is fine, better than fine! What the hell
is going on? Oh my God, what am I going to do?!

*

A couple weeks later…

Hassani had had
enough. Because of that, he now sat in the Principal’s office, alongside Angel. Angel
had been there so often, he was familiar with every nuance of the place, the protocol
so to speak.

“And ova here, we have that big, SpongeBob built bitch, Mrs. Cee.” He pointed towards
the receptionist, a pale-fleshed older woman with a scowl across her rectangular shaped
face.

“My mother and father are gonna kill me…” Hassani mumbled as he toiled with his jacket,
rolling it up tight in his grip like a towel being squeezed dry. He promised his parents
he wouldn’t get into any more trouble in school, but that little fat head kid had
it coming.

“Yeah.” Angel smirked. “They probably will. Saint ain’t no joke.” He grinned, like
the mess was funny. “By the time I got down there, it was almost too late.” The boy
cackled, seemingly proud of the whole incident. “I bet he won’t fuck wit’ you no more
though.” Angel’s eyes grew cold and dark as night as he glared at him. “Besides, you
were just defending yourself. He hit you first.”

A stone-faced woman with fluffy reddish brown hair approached them.

“Hashen Ache-knot-tin?” She looked down at her clipboard, then shot a menacing glare
towards Angel. “I’m all too familiar with the likes of
you
… I’m looking forward to the day you are expelled and out of my hair.” She pointed
at Angel as if he were some fungus that refused to stop growing and spreading his
nasty ways along the school hallway walls.

“Oh yeah?” Angel smirked as he looked up at her and popped his gum. “Well, I’m lookin’
forward to the day when you check the damn mirror before you leave the house. You
need to get familiar with some plastic surgery, some clothes that actually don’t smell
like a mixture of hot garbage and moth balls, and someone to do your fucked up hair
that you want me out of so damn bad…you ugly, old stank pussy bitch!”

And then that was it—the woman suddenly grew into some super hero and snatched Angel
up so fast, he looked like a yo-yo on a string. The strangest thing happened though.
The boy smiled all the way and winked at Hassani as she dragged him away. Hassani
couldn’t understand why he’d spoken to the woman like that; after all, he was in the
lesser amount of trouble of the two, but now, he’d surely get suspended. After the
Vice Principal had left in a hurry with Angel in tow, he was called into the Principal’s
office. He sat at her desk, sweating bullets—so many, he was surprised his thighs
hadn’t been shot.

“Hassani Aknaten.” The pretty white woman clasped her hands together and smiled at
him. He was proud she’d pronounced his name correctly; it was constantly being said
wrong. “You are such a bright, gifted and nice boy, Hassani. Why would you get into
a fight this afternoon with Kyle Koop?”