Both Sides of the Fence 4: Bad Blood

by M. T. Pope

  “No.” I shrugged my shoulders. “I’m sure he was a great guy. In fact, I know that he was a great guy. That is why I don’t wish to dig up buried things.” Memories of sitting in my grandmother’s living room in California and going through photo albums and some home movies flooded my mind. I was satisfied with having those memories.

  “Well, if that is how you feel.” He looked away from me for a moment, like he was looking out into space. It kind of freaked me out a bit.

  “Are you okay?” I asked in concern for Troy. He looked a little peaked in the face.

  “Yes. Yes, I am fine.” He was smiling again. “Let’s order some food and enjoy this lovely evening together.”

  Chapter 6

  Alex

  Pop-ups

  When I got home from work today all I wanted to do was strip down, shower, eat, and watch a movie on the sofa in front of my big-screen plasma television. It was an earned comfort. I earned good money at work but I was not going to splurge like I was a rock star. I left that to the athletes. Some of those dudes didn’t have a problem going through a cool grand a night on hoochies and liquor but I on the other hand had plans to stack my money for my future. I wasn’t cheap; I was frugal.

  As I was getting comfortable and ready to relax the chime of the front doorbell rang out. I got up and walked slowly to the door. I hoped that it wasn’t my parents, or one of my younger siblings making a surprise visit to my house. I loved my family. I hated pop-ups. I liked my privacy.

  I walked up to the panel near the door that let me see the person who was standing on the other side of the door. It was one of the great technologies of the time. I loved it.

  “Shit,” I exclaimed, frustrated at who was on the other side of the door. I didn’t hate this person. I didn’t like talking to them because they didn’t know how to go home, which was across the hall.

  I didn’t want to be rude and I knew she saw my car outside of the building. I know what you are saying, act as if I was asleep, but that was not the way I was trained as a child. Do unto others as you want done unto you. I alternated on when I used that belief though. Let that be clear.

  “Hey, Jasmine.” I greeted her with a smile as I stuck my head out of the door. It was opened enough for me to stick my head out. I wanted to send a signal of not wanting to be disturbed without being completely rude.

  “I’m sorry, are you busy?” she asked as she stood really close to the door. Too close for my comfort.

  “A little bit.” I hoped God would grant me mercy and send her back in her house. Jasmine was a friend of Ashley’s and she was in a few of my classes in high school. I thought she liked me but I made a rule of not dating a friend of my sibling’s.

  “I’m sorry for disturbing you. I wanted to give you a message from your grandmother.”

  “Really?” My eyes rose in interest. She was my maternal grandmother’s at-home care nurse. My grandmother was in early stages of dementia and it was so discouraging to see at times. Sometimes she remembered you and sometimes she didn’t. I used to love going over to her house and spending time with her as a child, but when I came back home from college she had changed. She was frailer than I remember and her memory of me and most people was fading. I said to myself on many a day that I was going to go over and see her and sit with her, but the uncomfortable and disheartening forgetfulness she displayed at times broke my heart. It was like a light switch being constantly turned on and off.

  “Yes.” A smile lit up her face. She was actually a beautiful girl. I would have fucked her a long time ago if she weren’t friends with Ashley. She possibly could have been my next door booty call, but alas she was my sister’s close friend and you never knew what would happen with a friendship between two females. If it went south for the winter and I was seriously dating her I wouldn’t want to be forced to choose between the two. I didn’t need that kind of drama. “Can I come in for a minute to share it with you?”

  “Yes. Sure.” I opened the door and stepped back as she walked into my apartment still dressed in her SpongeBob nurse’s scrubs. I instinctively watched her behind as she made her way in. I almost reached out to smack it to see it jiggle. But I didn’t. I let her go on and take a seat on my living room sofa as I closed the door.

  “So what did she say about me?” I inquired as soon as I sat down on the sofa right next to her. I was in close proximity of her, enough to know that she had on a Victoria’s Secret fragrance that I loved. It drove me crazy. A few of the ladies I ran into at the clubs I frequented wore it and I finally inquired about it from one of them. It was a scent that drove me wild. Damn, I wanted to reach over there, pull her by the back of her neck, and aggressively tongue her down with a wet and sloppy kiss.

  She’s your sister’s best friend, I reminded myself and concentrated on what Jasmine wanted to tell me. I know I said she was sort of an annoyance but I still would dick her down good. I had a good piece of wood and she looked like she could suck as good as a woodpecker pecked.

  “She was going on and on about you and how great a guy you were and how you were so inquisitive as a child. Like at times you would visit and you all would watch public access television together and when something interesting would come on you would run and grab a pen and paper and jot down things that you wanted to know. Then after that you would go to the computer and spend hours and hours researching, looking at pictures together. She said she loved to watch how your eyes lit up and the amazement on your face. She said she loved it. She said that you were her favorite grandchild.”

  “Wow,” I said amazement. I vaguely remembered some of that. The last time I was over there she almost said nothing. She sat there and looked at the television or hummed a tune, which I didn’t recognize, every now and then. She would smile as she looked at me from time to time, but I didn’t know if that was for me or what she was watching on television. I was excited to hear that I was her favorite.

  “Yes, she was smiling hard as she spoke about you. I could tell she was proud of you.” Jasmine patted me on my leg. I thought my dick jumped, because she was that close or maybe I was horny. Shit, I was always horny. I shifted my leg a bit, hoping she didn’t see me or it. I momentarily looked away in embarrassment.

  Chapter 7

  Jasmine

  Delusional

  Damn, is that his dick print? I wondered as I was talking to him. He had looked away for a brief second and I got a real good look at his crotch area, momentarily. It made me hot and bothered all over my body. I began to purr in my loins. He was so handsome and I knew that our children were going to look like him.

  The doorbell chimed as I was about to make my move and feel up his chest and abs that showed definition through his thin-fitting T-shirt. And then I was going to show him what I wanted to do to him for oh so long.

  Shit! I exclaimed in my mind. I also wanted to yell out, Who the fuck is it? But I didn’t. I sat there and smiled. I was irritated as hell on the inside. Believe it.

  He opened the door. I didn’t turn to see who it was, because I had good ears. I knew it was a woman and the scent of her perfume had seeped into the room before she did. This bitch is a booty call. That pissed me off even more.

  Pretty soon Alex invited the trick in. I stood up and got an eyeful of the ho. She was statuesque, chocolate, with a booty and ample breasts; she was a man’s dream. She had pretty hair that looked like it was naturally hers but it could have been a weave. The bitch probably had a good cosmetologist or one of her other slutty friends was probably good at doing hair in the kitchen. She had on designer everything. She wasn’t the average ho. She was a professional.

  “Jasmine, this Ebony,” Alex introduced us with an embarrassed look on his face. I wanted to tell him that there was no need to be embarrassed because she was only fulfilling a spot for the moment. She was a wet hole, like the next one that was going to slither their way up to him. Soon, baby. Soon.

  “Jasmine is my grandmother’s home healthcare provider.” He looked a
t me and then at her. Soon-to-be wife, I wanted to add, but kept it cool.

  “Hello, how are you?” I said as I stuck my hand out to shake hers. She did the same. Her hands were well manicured, too. I couldn’t believe that Alex went for these bubblegum tricks. It made me sick to my stomach. I hoped the fake smile on my face would last, because it was threatening to turn into the frown I really wanted to give. I needed to hurry up and get the hell out of here before I fucked this bitch up for wanting to put her filthy lips on my man and future baby daddy. “That is a lovely dress you have on.”

  “Thank you,” she said as she tugged at the bottom, trying to pull it down past her thighs.

  It didn’t work. Shit, she knew that she wasn’t going to have that dress on for long anyway; that’s why she wore it. That was a ho’s requirement: easy-access pussy. I ran into these types of women all the time.

  “You are rocking that haircut, baby. It is fab-u-lous.”

  “Thanks,” I halfheartedly accepted her compliment. It was all a bunch of fake pleasantries between the both of us. She wanted my ass out and so did I. But I wanted to drag her by her hair as I left, but that wouldn’t have been a good look.

  There was a moment of uncomfortable silence before someone decided to speak up. So I decided to do so. “Well, let me get out of here. I have to prepare for work tomorrow.” I started my way toward the door.

  “Okay. Thank you for letting me know about my grandmother,” Alex said as soon as we got to the door. I wanted to beg him to tell the trick to go home, but I didn’t. I had plans for her.

  “No problem,” I said as I gave him a perky smile. He opened the door. “Nice to meet you, trick. I’m sorry, I meant Ebony,” I turned and said to Ebony before I fully exited his apartment. I didn’t stay turned around long enough to see the reaction on her face. But, I’m sure she knew what she was.

  As soon as I closed the door to my apartment I ripped my clothes off like they were on fire. Being in his presence for that long drove me crazy. I wanted to make a baby with him right then and there. Yes, he could pump a few loads up into me. I would be fine with it. But no, he wanted to be with the ho he had over there now. It was all right. I knew she was a momentary plaything. I was going to be the wife soon enough. I was biding my time.

  It didn’t take long for Alex to turn on his booty call music. That enraged me more. The bitch was probably already on her knees with his meat in her mouth ready to swallow the children he was going to give me one day.

  I got to my bedroom as fast as I could and pulled out the dummy that I had in my closet. It was dressed up in a tuxedo with Alex’s face connected to it. I threw it on the bed and pulled out my dildo from my stash and strapped it on the dummy.

  I didn’t waste time; I hopped right on the bed and straddled the dummy like I was going to straddle Alex in the near future. Before I eased down on the ten inches of almost-flesh, I reached under me and adjusted the temperature of the pleasure tool. Technology was something else nowadays. I set the temperature of the dick to my pleasing. It wasn’t the same as a living and breathing man underneath me, but it would have to do until such a time came. I eased down on the dick and threw my head back in pleasure.

  My bedroom was close to Alex’s so I could hear her moans of ecstasy. Every time she moaned I moaned right along with her, but louder. She was pleasuring Alex and so was I. Alex was giving her a real good dick down from all of the noise she was making. That pissed me off. I hopped off of the dummy, got off of the bed, and propped the dummy up against the wall. I bent over, touched my toes, and then threw my pussy back on the dildo. I fucked it until I collapsed on the floor from the orgasm Alex gave me.

  I eventually got up off of the floor and made my way to the shower. I cleaned up my mess from earlier as soon as I got out of the shower. I crawled into bed with plans running through my head. Alex would be mine.

  “Good night, baby.” I kissed the back of Alex’s head, rolled over, and went to sleep.

  I shot straight up in the bed. “The bitch has got to be taught a lesson.” I thought I was dreaming about torturing the bitch who was in my husband’s bed.

  I looked over at the clock on my dresser and it said three-fifteen in the morning. It was quiet in the building, so you heard everything at this time of night. I heard some chatter going on in the hallway. I sprinted to the front door to check to see what was going on.

  “Look at this ho,” I said as I watched them through my door monitoring system. My eyebrows rose in anger. She was all hugged up on Alex like the tight dress she had on.

  I immediately ran back to my room and threw on some clothes and then I spied out of my window as I watched Alex walk her to her car. I quickly grabbed my keys, eased out of my apartment, and down the steps. There was waist-high, thick shrubbery that encased the building we lived in. It was enough for me to hide in and wait for Alex to go back in his apartment. After about a minute of sloppy kisses, Alex went back into the building and she got into her car and pulled off. It didn’t take long for me to get to my car and follow her.

  There was almost no traffic out this time of night so getting rid of her would be relatively easy. I hoped.

  I shook my head as I followed her car. She was driving like she was trying to make it somewhere fast. It took us about half an hour to get into a low-class part of Baltimore City. I admit I was a little bit nervous but that didn’t stop me from continuing. I kept praying that she didn’t look back to see me following her. She was a terrible driver so I knew that she wasn’t paying attention to me. This bitch ran stop signs and all. I kept up with her until she got to this little tore-down bar/liquor store-type of establishment that looked like all types of losers went in there. It was loathsome and very low class. There wasn’t any cars around; lighting was very low in the area except for a streetlight that flickered on and off. All I could think was, this ho is about to get liquored up right after she sexed Alex. I guessed she couldn’t live with the shame that she was a ho. I was about to help her out though.

  I drove past the building and parked my car in an almost-abandoned neighborhood street about a block away. I reached in my glove compartment for my blond, long-haired front lace wig, baseball hat, shades, black gloves, and a Taser gun. I threw on the shades and gloves and grabbed the Taser gun. I looked around and made sure I was alone, grabbed my car keys, and exited my car. For reference, this wasn’t my first “fuck a bitch up” session. I had this shit with me most of the time. I switched up the wig and hat every so often to mix things up though. Alex and a bevy of hoes and yes, most of them ended up damaged goods when I finished them. Alex didn’t know I was going to be his go-to wife, too, if he needed anything done. We were going to be each other’s everything.

  Anyway, I had on a navy blue sweat suit and black Puma tennis shoes. I was ready to handle this bitch. I stood in the shadows of the building and waited for her to make her exit back to her car. The area I was standing in reeked of alcohol and urine. I tried to breathe as little as possible as I stood there. I’m doing this for you, Alex, baby. I looked around a few more times making sure there were no cameras around. There was none. I heard the squeaky door of the establishment open up. She sashayed out with two black bags in hand. She was about to get tore up. But it wasn’t going to be by the liquor as she hoped.

  I hustled my way up to her with stealth and quickness of a cat pouncing on a mouse. She opened her car door but before she could get in I lit her up with the Taser that sent her and the liquor to the ground. I hurriedly opened the back door to her car and crammed her in. I grabbed the bags of liquor that I was glad didn’t break and placed them in the passenger seat. I grabbed the keys off of the ground all while looking around and making sure the coast was clear. I hopped in the car and pulled off and around to where my car was located. I parked her car a few feet behind mines and then exited the car. I grabbed the liquor that was in the car and began to pour it all over her and the car. I was smiling the whole time. It was like Christmas for me. I know what you a
re saying: “All of this for a man?” Yes, bitches, all of this was for a man. Besides bitches have done far worse for one. Ain’t nobody gonna miss this ho and if she does make it out of this there is no one that will want a toasted ho.

  I grabbed a lighter out of my pocket—I was a smoker—and flicked it and threw it in the car. It didn’t take long for her and her car to be fully engulfed. I looked around once again before I pulled off to make sure the coast was clear.

  I made it home in about the same time it took me to get to the place I left. I felt a little guilt from what I did, but shook it off as I crawled back into bed angry that this bitch made get out of my bed to get rid of her.

  Chapter 8

  Troy

  Dear Boy

  A few days had gone by and I was now sitting in a small and quaint room where my mother was lying in the bed, high off of medication. She was on her way out. Death was knocking every day but like the soldier she was she continued to fight to live. I knew this, but that didn’t stop me from coming to see her as often as I could. Others had given up but I continued to come by and sit with her. It was the least that I could do. With the murder case going on and the plotting I was doing in my head, I barely had enough time to breathe, but I made time to be here. I had to be here.

  Her eyes were closed and I was sitting in a chair beside the bed watching her eyes flutter underneath her thin, closed eyelids. I wondered what she was dreaming about. The beeping monitors that were beside her bed were helping keep her “comfortable” as the nurses said to me. This was a hospice and I was told that she didn’t have long. But that was many weeks ago. She said she was holding on until I completed the mission I was destined to complete.