My life is more boring now than it ever has been. My days consist of working at the office five to seven hours a day, then spending a few hours of quality time with Jermaine Jr. and then after that retiring on my sofa watching the news. I still manage to spend a little time with Stevie and Alexus. They really look forward to me picking them up. You’re right about me not promoting or approving of a lesbian lifestyle, but it’s life and you’re gonna do what you want to do regardless of what anyone’s opinions or suggestions are.
Anyway, congrats on your upcoming release date. Dinner and a movie sounds great. I’m looking forward to it. Here’s my phone number, feel free to call me anytime.
Take care, Karen, and keep your head up, stay focused, and have a positive plan that will enable you to live a decent, civilized, stress-free life. Most importantly, stay prayed up.
PS You’re absolutely right about the way you used to have your way with my dick. Believe me, the pleasures you gave me, I will never forget.
Sincerely, Jermaine
Karen was released from prison the following week, but she had not heard from Maria. She had made several attempts to place collect phone calls to Maria’s mother’s house, but her calls were never accepted.
After Maria was released, out of boredom and being in love, Karen wrote her two letters a day but she had not received any replies. She’s probably found another lover, or either went back to men, thought Karen.
The bus ride to Maria’s mother’s house was both long and boring. Thanks to the three hundred dollars Maria had left on her books, Karen got off the bus at a mall and did some shopping. After all, it had been a long time since she had the opportunity to pick and purchase her own clothes. Afterward she went to a hair stylist.
Her fresh-out-of-prison appearance was astoundingly gorgeous. She wanted to look impressively attractive for her wife-to-be.
Her sassy look and sexy walk made it obvious that she was responsible for the peachy odor that lingered distinctly throughout the entire bus. The bus ride lasted a little over two and half hours. Karen was now in the City of La Puente, California. Thank God Maria had left her with a telephone number, an address, and directions for her.
The address belonged to an attractive green-and-white house that was surrounded by a white picket fence. The lawn was well manicured, and the roses, tulips, and other beautiful flowers could not go unnoticed.
After waiting a few seconds, making sure there were no dogs in the yard, Karen then walked through the gate and then approached the front door. She rang the doorbell and waited impatiently for her lover to answer, but instead a Mexican woman, appearing to be in her late fifties, opened the door.
“Hi,” greeted Karen. “Is Maria here?”
“She no here,” replied the woman.
“Are you expecting her back soon?”
“I no see her since she get out prison. I think she’s back on drugs,” said the woman.
At that moment a little girl approached from inside and stood next to the woman.
“Are you looking for my sister, Maria?” asked the girl.
“Yes. Do you know where I can find her?”
“My Uncle Miguel said that she walks up and down the boulevard selling her body, and that she’s—”
“Veronica, shut your mouth!” yelled the woman.
“Do me a favor,” said Karen. “Please tell her that Karen came by if you happen to see or hear from her.”
Karen then disappointedly walked away. Tears ran from her eyes as she made her way back to the bus stop. She had no particular destination in mind so she began thinking. How could I be so damn stupid? I should have known that bitch was just playing a fucking game with me while she was locked up. How stupid I was to believe that we were getting married. I feel like kicking myself in the ass. Fuck this stupid shit, I’m about to go get me some dick.
Entertaining those thoughts, Karen exited the bus and then made her way to the nearest pay phone.
“Hi,” she said excitedly, once Jermaine answered the phone.
“Hey, Karen. Are you out?” He sounded just as excited as she did.
“Yep. Fresh out, baby, and you know what I need.”
“Is that right? Hell, based on our last conversation I thought that you had life all figured out and knew exactly what you wanted, and how you were going to get it.”
“Well, that’s a long story, babe, and it’s a story that I don’t care to discuss right now. Anyhow, are you busy?”
“Not really, just working on my book and playing with my son. Why, what’s up?”
“Well, I was just thinking that maybe, if it’s the Lord’s will, that you can pick me up and we go see the kids together, that is if you don’t mind?”
“I think that’s a good idea, Karen. Where exactly are you?”
After giving him her whereabouts Jermaine’s thoughts were, What can it hurt? And besides, she’s fresh meat. I’ll bet she’s tight as hell. With that thought in mind, he hurriedly dressed Jermaine Jr. and rushed out of the house.
While sitting inside a McDonald’s waiting Karen’s thoughts were, So far so good. His philosophy about the journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step is about to be initiated.
Seeing Jermaine’s black Beamer pull into the parking lot, Karen instantly jetted from her seat, ran outside, and approached the car. She greeted him with a long, wet, meaningful I-miss-you kiss. His kiss was in harmony with hers.
“It’s been a long time, Karen,” he said, while checking her out from head to toe.
“Yes, it has been quite a while, honey. You haven’t lost your touch in kissing, that’s for sure.”
“Neither have you. Still those sloppy, wet kisses, huh?”
“I guess they were meaningful to you once upon a time, but I can’t determine whether or not they’re meaningful to you now, that’s your call,” she replied, smiling.
“So far, so good,” he replied.
“Yeah, that’s what I say.” She shot a quick glance of hatred at Jermaine Jr., but played it off with a phony smile.
“Oh, look at the cute baby. He looks just like you, Jermaine. Look at those eyes and lips.” She instantly hated the baby.
“What can I say?” replied Jermaine, and then asked. “Would you like to hold him?”
“I really feel like holding something else, if you know what I mean, but yeah, let me hold the baby.”
“You’re hot and ready, aren’t you?” he asked, handing her the baby.
“What do you expect? It’s been so long that I can’t even remember the last time I had some dick.”
“I think that I can accommodate you on that.”
“I hope so, because my pussy is itching, wet, and hungry for some.”
During the ride, Karen began telling Jermaine about incidents that had occurred during her incarceration, and he talked about his previous and present job, about life as a single parent, and what really pissed her off was when he began telling her about his relationship with Sylvia. She was in no mood to listen to his relations with another woman, but decided to be nice and hear what he had to say.
An hour later they had made it to Jewell’s house.
Seeing their mother and Jermaine walk inside, Stevie ran full speed to his mother and embraced her with a long hug, while Alexus sped to Jermaine, yelling with excitement.
“Mommy, Mommy,” shouted Stevie.
“Daddy, Daddy, Daddy!” yelled Alexus.
Afterward, Stevie embraced Jermaine, and Alexus jumped into her mother’s arms. They both still referred to Jermaine as Daddy.
“Daddy, let me hold my brother,” said Stevie, holding out his arms.
“Daddy, let me hold my brother, too,” said Alexus, standing there looking jealous.
Karen held a pleasant look, but inwardly she did not like this Jermaine Jr. shit at all.
Bobby, who was sitting on a sofa drinking a can of beer, spoke to Jermaine, then shot a quick glance at Karen, and looked away.
Karen and Jewe
ll had disappeared into the bedroom to have a brief sisterly talk.
“So, are you and Jermaine hooking back up, or what?” asked Jewell, curiously.
“I couldn’t tell you right now, but I’m just going with the flow for right now. Girl, I hope this nigga can fuck me all night long, because I’m horny as hell, and can’t deal with that minute–man bullshit.”
“I heard that. Hell, Bobby stays so full of that goddamn liquor that he can’t even last a half a minute.”
They then began packing a few clothes of the kids and once finished they reappeared in the living room with the others. Karen was ready to get the hell out of Bobby’s sight.
“I’ll talk with you tomorrow, girl. We’ve got a lotta catching up to do,” said Karen, smiling, while getting the baby from Stevie.
“I’ll bet you do,” said Bobby, sarcastically. He then said,, “As much as your ass get locked up, you ain’t gonna never catch up. I don’t understand how a muthafucka can stay gone away from their kids for long periods of time, and then show up thinking that they can patch things up over ice cream, a few new toys, and a muthafuckin’ kiss and hug. I swear, y’all got life twisted.”
“Whatever, Bobby. I can see that you haven’t changed a damn bit.”
“You ain’t changed either, heffa! In a couple months you’ll be doing the same bullshit all over again. Man, I wish I hit the lottery or somethin’, so I can get the hell away from all y’all stupid muthafuckas.”
“If you’re a fool without money, you’ll be an even bigger fool with money,” said Karen, laughing while walking outside.
“Fuck you, ho!” Bobby yelled angrily, but she was already gone.
“Can we all just get along?” asked Jermaine, walking outside holding Alexus’s hand.
“You didn’t have to call her that, Bobby,” said Jewell.
“Fuck you too, Jewell! You’re always taking up for that no-good, crackhead, institutionalized bitch!”
After leaving Jewell’s, Jermaine suggested dinner at Home Town Buffet.
Karen was excited about being in Jermaine’s and her kids’ presence, but holding his baby irritated the hell out of her. She secretly hated Jermaine Jr. with a passion, but she was very careful not to show it.
Dinner had never been better for them. While they sipped wine and conversed about past and present issues, the kids were filling their bellies with soda, ice cream, and lemonade. Jermaine Jr. sat quietly in his stroller observing things.
After that, Jermaine headed to the Palmdale Mall and treated everyone to whatever they wanted. First they went to Babies “R” Us, where he bought Jermaine Jr. six outfits, all with matching shoes and hats, and also a basket full of additional baby items.
Then they went to Foot Locker where he purchased Stevie a pair of Nikes and a pair of Reeboks.
Their next stop was Victoria’s Secret, where he spent almost six hundred dollars on perfumes and sexy lingerie for Karen.
Alexus was easy to satisfy, happy with a new doll, a new pair of tennis shoes, and a couple of outfits. Jermaine did not buy himself anything. Seeing that everyone else was happy made him content.
After that, Jermaine took his family to the fairgrounds, and then finally they retired at his home, watching movies. Stevie and Alexus were so exhausted that they both fell asleep ten minutes into the movie, and Jermaine Jr. had fallen asleep while inside the car.
After putting the kids to bed, Karen quickly suggested they take a shower together.
“Sounds good to me,” replied Jermaine, trying to conceal his excitement.
He suddenly thought about the many past sexual encounters he had with Karen, which caused his penis to instantly get rock-hard.
After stepping into the shower together, Karen wasted no time getting on her knees doing what she did best. While massaging his balls, she licked up and down his shaft, and then began sucking and licking the head of his penis. It had been a long time since she’d last done this, but it took no time for her to get a rhythm going. She automatically began fingering herself. After three minutes of lips and tongue, Jermaine then picked her up and inserted himself inside her, and then mounted her against the wall and began fucking her at a nice, medium speed; not too fast or not too slow. A few minutes into ecstasy, Karen made a suggestion.
“Take me to the bed while it’s still inside me. Your dick feels so good inside me that I never want you to pull it out. I want to ride the hell out of it, and then suck it, then ride it some more. I want your big dick to be a part of me forever.”
The three things that Karen was really good at was sex, stroking egos, and influencing people into believing a lie.
Once in bed, Karen decided to suck it and lick it again, but this time she did it like the pro that she was. Minutes later he came, but she never stopped her groove. Momentarily, he had gone limp until she took the whole thing in her mouth, sucking it fast, then licking it up and down and all around. Then she climbed on top of it and mounted it and began riding, nice and slow. She enjoyed occasionally just the feel of the head of it inside her so she’d ease up and down with only the head inside her pussy, then she would sit on the whole thing and go round and round and up and down having her way with it. She rode it until she climaxed.
After the long, pleasurable ride Jermaine had immediately fallen asleep, but Karen was still hot and wanted more. She began licking and sucking it again, trying her best to get it back stiff, but it was no use, it was a dead soldier. She then put on an X-rated movie and began playing with herself while watching it.
The following morning, Jermaine asked her and her kids to move back in with him. Three days later they were in Las Vegas getting remarried.
Chapter 23
Not yet realizing Karen’s hatred toward his son, Jermaine felt it was okay to let her tend to him while he was at work.
A few days later Karen suggested to Jermaine that his son live with the Siordias during the week and Jermaine pick him up on weekends, but Jermaine flatly rejected it, not knowing of Karen’s abuse.
“I want to raise my son in my own household. I don’t want him to be confused, you know. It’s going to be complicated enough explaining why his mother isn’t here, and the last thing I want to have to explain is why he was raised by his grandparents and not by me. Kids are always asking questions and curious about different things, you know. The bottom line is that I’m raising my own son, my own way, and in my own home. Besides, his grandparents are too old-fashioned and much too slow to raise a child in this day and age. Anyhow, I don’t think that Stevie and Alexus would appreciate not being able to see or play with their little brother every day. They both adore him so much, don’t you think so?”
“Yes, they have taken a liking to him.” Her response was plain and impassive.
What she really wanted to say was, Let the bastard live with them! I’ve had enough of changing Pampers and hearing a goddamn baby cry all night long. Give me a fuckin’ break.
The following morning after Jermaine went to work, Jermaine Jr. began continuously crying. Karen ignored the cries for as long as she possibly could and then finally, both angry and aggravated, she got out of the bed and approached the crib.
“Listen, you little bastard, I ain’t your goddamn mama! It ain’t my responsibility to tend to you! Take this damn bottle, and go your little ugly, half-breed ass to sleep! I ain’t got time for this shit!” She shoved the bottle inside the baby’s mouth, and then hatefully pinched him. The baby was quiet only for a few moments, and then he began screaming.
“Shut the fuck up!” yelled Karen.
The baby’s cries combined with Karen’s yells had awakened Alexus, who soon came into the room. Stevie had already left for school.
“Mommy, why you scream at the baby?” asked Alexus in baby talk, but Karen knew exactly what she was saying.
“Go back to your room and watch cartoons, Alexus! The last thing I need is you asking me a bunch of damn questions.” Alexus sped out of the room instantly.
Jermaine Jr. began crying even louder.
“Shut the fuck up! I’ve told you, little boy, that I ain’t your goddamn mama,” yelled Karen, approaching the crib.
“Your mama fucked my goddamn husband, then came you! Your mama violated me, you little muthafucka, and that’s why the bitch is dead! I hate you! As long as you live, I’ll hate you, you half-breed bastard! That’s too good of a name for you; you’re a mutt, that’s what you are! A mixed mutt!” Then she grabbed one of his arms and roughly slung him around, and then pinched him again in several places. The baby cried even louder. His Pamper was soaked and had not been changed since Jermaine had changed it a few hours before he went to work. Karen had told herself that she was not, under any circumstances, going to change that bastard’s diaper.
Thirty minutes later, Jermaine Jr. had finally cried his way to sleep.
Mr. Siordia’s instincts had led him to believe that Jermaine was seeing another woman, and his intuition was confirmed the day when he placed a call to Jermaine’s home and Karen answered the phone. He immediately brought this to his wife’s attention.
“I don’t want my grandbaby in the presence, or in the care of one of Jermaine’s girlfriends. Regardless of him being a decent man, you never know how a child is being treated when they’re in the care of a girlfriend. As far as we know this woman could hate the baby, or she might be on drugs or alcohol. Who knows, she may have even been a child abuser. I dare him to let another woman mother my grandbaby,” said Mrs. Siordia, angrily.
“I agree with you a hundred percent,” said Mr. Siordia. “There are too many crazies in this world today to let an unfamiliar person tend to a baby. The woman spoke with an attitude to me as if she didn’t approve of my calling there.”
“Why don’t we pay an unexpected visit to Jermaine’s house?” suggested Mrs. Siordia. “It’s been almost two weeks since I’ve seen my grandson.”
“That’s a good idea, Cecelia. I’d like to see that discourteous woman face-to-face.”
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