by CELENE CAREY
We drove home, proud of our catch of the day: my big fish, his tiny one, and three others we’d caught (me one, him two). It was a good day. I didn’t know he was so jovial. I guess I just needed to catch him in the right atmosphere. I could easily see how mom fell in love with him. I hummed to the radio, he hummed to the ones he acted like he knew, whistled to the ones he actually knew. Halfway home he turned the radio down.
“Veronica?”
“Yes, daddy?”
“Your mother told me that you had some doubts that I loved you…” he trailed off. Had he just been waiting for the right moment? I didn’t think this was it, besides he didn’t need to say a thing.
“It’s okay, daddy, you don’t need to say it. I have a feeling mom wasn’t lying when she defended you.”
“Your mother shouldn’t have had to defend me. I love you baby, you are my everything. I worked so hard to protect you and your mother. I know I wasn’t there for you emotionally, though, and I’m sorry. But some things I didn’t know how to approach. Growing up, I wasn’t exposed to much parenting, so I left it up to you mother. But that doesn’t mean I love you any less than she did, or less than she does. What I’m trying to say is, I do love you, more than anything in this world. I am your father, you can always count on me to be strong for you.”
A tear fell down his cheek, mirroring my own.
“I love you too, daddy.”
I wiped his tear with my thumb. The silence got comfortable again. I had needed to hear it; suddenly I felt like the sun had come out on my cloudy day. I had the love of my father; I didn’t need any other man to love me. I felt the warmth grow into the hole that had been in my chest for many years. My healing process had begun.
We turned onto our street.
“How are you?” he asked.
I looked at him, he looked at me. I knew he was talking about Jonathan.
“Fine,” is all I replied; I really was beginning to feel fine.
“Veronica, don’t lie to your father.”
“Daddy, I really am, this trip has made me feel much better.”
“Do you know I named you?”
He was putting the car in park in the driveway. I didn’t know that.
“Yes, really. The biblical meaning of ‘Veronica’ is princess of the multitude and you were, in fact, a princess. The Latin origin of ‘Ver’ means happy, to rejoice. Need I say more?”
My heart melted from the stone it was. Its exterior cracked. I didn’t have to say anything. We got out of the car.
Mom greeted us like a woman from a commercial. What was up with my family? She was by the door. Daddy went to her, wrapped his arm around her small waist, and kissed her cheek. She giggled… yep, still in love. He gave her the igloo and she went inside, guess we were having fish tonight.
“Veronica, one last thing.”
“What’s that, daddy?”
“Any man who doesn’t want my baby girl, doesn’t deserve her. Anything that happened between the two of you, if he doesn’t think you can fix it, he probably isn’t worth it. Remember that. I want you to know that you should believe in the power of love. It sustains all things. It sustains hurt, it sustains anger, but true love is never blinded by any other emotions, it holds all things together. So if you have to let him go, you do that.”
He went inside and I followed, he didn’t need a reply and I didn’t have one. We had a great dinner, my final dinner. I was leaving tomorrow. Nothing is ever too late, good things come to he who waits.
***
I was home, finally, and exhausted. I sprawled my body across my bed. No one had been here, I was sure of that. I looked over to the half-empty boxes on the other side of the room. I hadn’t gotten around to packing all of Jonathan’s stuff. I plugged my phone in, and half an hour later I turned it on.
A million messages kept it constantly vibrating, most of them from Bill and Becky. I checked the voicemail…Bill, I skipped… Bill, skip…Becky “Ver, we need to talk, you can’t shut the world out.”… A late message from Sophia “Enjoy your trip, can’t wait till you’re back at work!” … Jonathan “I miss you.”
He missed me? I suddenly felt lonely again. I wanted to go back home. I wanted to find him.
It doesn’t have to be Valentine’s Day
Adam Bell
I had a master plan. One that was sure to win Claire’s heart all over again. I wasn’t sure why it took me so long to come up with this. In the beginning, I’d always surprise her with either her favourite snack, fruit, or chocolate once in a while and, on special occasions, flowers. Sometimes I’d just be passing the men by Devon House and buy my wife flowers because they made me think of her. Not all men were meant for marriage. Not every man would feel that warmth in their gut when they thought about who they were going home to, not every man could fall in love and stay in love. I was happy with myself; I was one of those fortunate men. I still loved her after all these years. It didn’t have to be Valentine’s Day for me to remind her of that. Tonight would be special.
A heart of forgiveness
Jonathan
Mom, was going to church today; I agreed to go with her because I wasn’t about to turn God down directly. I may have ignored him, but I’d never refuse him. I felt like when I got my calling it’d would be from him, but so far, I was a wanderer. I knew soon enough he’d call me home. Tomorrow may be too late, but today just wasn’t the right day. I was so confused; I didn’t want to repent and turn back. I couldn’t do that, I was too afraid of backsliding, so I never gave in. I’d been tempted to go to the altar so many times.
Mom would always look at me through the corner of her eyes when it was time for anyone who wanted to give their lives to God to go up to the platform. I always acted like I didn’t see her, looking straight ahead of me. Once, she’d caught me dead in the eye; I had said nothing, just shook my head “no,” and looked away from her disappointed face. Someday soon, I’d be ready.
This was the church I wanted to marry Veronica in. Had wanted to… still wanted to? As the service went along, I tried my best to keep it together. It was a strong service, people were getting into the spirit all around me, mom was singing and stomping her feet, the power in the room was amazing; I felt God’s presence.
A young girl went up to the mike, choir in tow, “What can I give to you, the great I am, I am not a shepherd so I cannot give a lamb…” she sang beautifully. Next, the youth group did a short skit of a young man addicted to violence who finally gave in to God; it was touching. The pastor came to the mike. Before delivering his short sermon he read, “First Corinthians thirteen, verses four to six.” I watched as mom skipped through her bible, finding it just in time; she was very quick.
“Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It does not dishonour others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. Amen, brothers?”
I finally broke, the tears came down my face like river. I cried a silent cry and, for the first time, my heart let go of all the anger I had been harbouring. Veronica. I needed to forgive her. But I didn’t know if I could. I prayed for the first time in years, begged God to forgive, for my ways, for my wrongs, for my mother’s wrongs, for my anger, for the hatred I had for what Veronica had done to me… and I prayed for Veronica, that he’d deliver her as well. When the pastor asked, I went to the altar.
When you pick the right guy
Claire Bell.
I got home from my job at about eight thirty; the house was in complete darkness. Alex should be asleep, but he’d usually convince his father to let him watch T.V. It seemed like no one was home. I immediately panicked. Did Adam take Alex and leave? What would I do? I threw my towel to the ground and was about to break out in a run to Alex’s room in the darkness, praying my baby boy was in his bed fast asleep and Adam was beside him.
“Don’t turn the light on.” It was Adam’s voice; he was
in the darkness, waiting for me.
“Adam, are you insane? Is everything okay, are you hurt?” I reached for the switch by the wall.
“No don’t!” He yelped.
A different type of panic set in, “Adam what’s going on? Why are you in the dark? Why can’t I turn the light on?”
He got up and came towards me. He kissed my sweaty forehead.
“Nothing’s wrong, we’ve been lost Claire, it’s time to find our way.”
He pulled my spaghetti strap down, taking my bra strap with it, and my breasts sprung free. They were tender from all the jiggling of my jog. He then kissed my neck, pulled my shorts and panties down, and took my sneakers off too. I was stark naked, in the dark by my front door.
He locked it, then whispered, “I want you bare, just as you are, like I’ve always wanted you. Today we are going to let go of the past, walk into the future naked as we were born, wash our wrongs away, and start anew. Do you understand?”
I didn’t.
“Yes.” I said.
He turned the light on, rose and other kinds of flower petals lead across the room to the corridor. He was naked too. He looked at me, looked into my eyes, and I saw the pain, I saw the longing.
“Will you come with me?”
I didn’t know what to say? Start anew? Was this really happening?
I nodded and he turned the light back off.
“Adam, wait, there’s something I have to tell you.”
“No, you don’t, we are leaving the past in the past.”
He gently led me through our darkened house, to the bathroom.
Candles were everywhere; they lined the sink, the side of the tub against the wall. The water had only rose petals on top of it. I smelled a hint of vanilla and cinnamon, there were bubbles on top of the water, flowing to the corners of the tub. Tears ran down my face. Adam was a good man, a man I loved beyond words, a man who loved me. My husband, a beautiful man. He climbed into the tub and held my hand as I stepped in. He ran his hands along my curves, sat down, the water raised up my legs, and he held my waist while he guided me down between his legs. He kissed the side of my face and pulled me into his arms and held me for the longest while. His penis pressed firmly, but comfortably, against my back. We were so still I could feel his heart beating. He then took the loofah up and began to wash my back. I tilted my head to the side; he kissed my neck, not sexually, lovingly, as he washed my body. We turned around so I could was his. I cried silently. He kissed me passionately. I was very much still in love with my husband, and I hadn’t even known it. I felt saved. I knew for a fact that Bill leaving me was probably for the best. Either way, I was sure I would’ve eventually picked the right man.
Adam carried me into the bedroom, towel wrapped around my still wet body. He laid me down.
“Where’s Alex?”
“At my mom’s.”
Those were the last words.
He dried me off, laid beside me, played with my hair, his penis at attention. I took it into my hand, circularly worked it slowly; he kissed my neck, kissed me, as I got closer to him. He played with my nipples, slid his hand slowly down my tummy, drawing a provocative line, and pressed against my clit. I got wet. He climbed on top of me and looked deeply into my eyes as he parted my legs and entered me. We made love, face-to-face the entire time. It was just what I needed. The love in his eyes told me. Everything was going to be okay.
BOOK 57
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Older Man Younger Girl Short Reads Series
Dominated Unprotected Bare & Fertile Taking
Kilie Sams
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The Aftermath
Veronica Blair
Jonny: Good morning, Veronica.
Veronica: You’re never taking me back are you?
Jonny: No.
Veronica: Why?
Jonny: Becuz things can’t just go back to the same
Veronica: You don’t know that. You wouldn’t believe me if I told you I learnt my lesson?
J: No.
V: Why not?
J: That’s the thing, even if you did change or learn your lesson, n say u do…. It’s just gonna be hard for me to believe it
V: J, I’m still the same girl you fell in love with, still the same heart just sure of what I want now. I just want one more chance.
V: I know it’s all my fault I accept that. But you know I’m sorry, you know this.
J: I’m sorry… but u will always say sorry, this time, the next time, it’ll happen again.
V: No! it won’t, you know I can never even admit when I’m wrong. J please
V: I’m literally begging you.
I had been home for three days. I didn’t know how long Jonathan had been gone for. I had stopped counting the days. He texted me and I begged him to take me back, apologised. Nothing. At least he texted me. That meant he was thinking about me, right? How could he do it though? Miss me and wait so long to talk to me? Or did it take him that long to realise he missed me?
My sex drive died. I couldn’t think about another man; Bill had been washed out of my veins, died like my old blood cells had. Why would he text me? I could not possibly be his friend. I didn’t want to be his friend. We couldn’t go from being what we had been to simply being friends. There was too much familiarity, friends don’t have that… friends don’t know what you look like half-way to death and still find you beautiful, friends don’t know your weak spots, know your imperfections and insecurities, and still think you’re perfect, friends don’t fuck each other in the mornings like they’d been buried together for centuries and reincarnated. I could not go from being the perfect girl he’d had to just being his friend. I didn’t want to be his friend. I’d rather not have him at all, honestly. I’d made up my mind to let go of him and all hopes of him ever coming back. I got a few boxes and began to pack the stuff he left behind. I felt a poem coming to me, so I typed it.
I sent it to Jonathan. He always loved my poetry, wanted to hear it. I was never brave enough, never wanted to feel so bare in front of him. He’d always reassure me. I’d never let him hear me. I would’ve done a video and mailed it to him, but a video would never work, never be the real thing. He didn’t reply.
V: Jonny, please reply
J: I read it already… I just don’t know what to say to you
V: Tell me you love me and you will give me another chance
J: I love you but I don’t know about another chance
V: J, please
V: Sigh, I won’t pressure you but at least think about it. Please.
J: Alrite
V: I love you
*No reply*
***
S: I shouldn’t have come on so strongly. Won’t happen again. I accept what you’ve said. You’re entitled to your emotions. I had my chance.
J: My heart is telling me to give you another chance but my mind not allowing me to… I should have never searched your stuff. Maybe this would have been easier t
o take you back.
It’s hard for me to even think about kissing you, holding your hand or even hugging you without thinking back about you and him. I would be fighting to bear a pain secretly. I would drive myself crazy. I don’t know Veronica but maybe if I’m single later on and you’re still single and I’ve healed and my emotions to trust you all over again are there, then yeah I would take you back, but not right now.. I’m sorry but the closest thing we can be now is friends.
S: Thanks for explaining. I hope you’ll be ok and soon. I don’t know what else to say.
J: Alrite
There was that fucking word again. Friend. No way in hell.
***
J: Hi
V: Hi
J: How was your vacation?
V: it was fine
J: Alrite
V: how’s work?
J: It’s fine
V: Cool, don’t take this the wrong way, but why are you talking to me?
J: Because I don’t hate u…… n I’m checking up
V: Ok
J: Yea
It wasn’t fair, he shouldn’t get to come and go as he pleased. If he wanted to leave, he should be gone and leave me here in peace. I didn’t want to be reminded every time we spoke that he wasn’t here. I didn’t want to have to miss him and miss him and miss him, and he just remembered me and messaged me once in a while, like he was purposefully reminding me that I’d lost him. Every time, I’d finally get myself to stop thinking about him he’d send a message and remind me how much it hurt not to have him around. How much it hurt to let him go. How much it hurt to be alone. I wasn’t having this. This had to stop and now. This was his decision. I knew I was too weak. I should’ve never cheated.