praying at the same
time. Robert wasn’t known for
early rising any more than she was. The call bounced over to message. Denise hung up.She did no better with the next four numbers she
tried. The cab service would be
happy to pick her up as soon as one of their drivers reported he was free. Both boys sat in the car, the radio
blared rap, and Lucas threw himself from one side to the other, rocking the
heavy SUV.Denise opened the driver’s door, and climbed in.
***
“You guys have to get to
school from now on.” In the drop
off line at school the big vehicle inched forward. Denise rifled her purse and the console looking for lunch
money to pass out.. “Andrew’s
kinda big on that.”
“No worries, sistah,” Lucas crowed. He
grasped the door handle, beginning his swing out to the sidewalk while the car
was still moving. “Let’s go bro!”
“You have to get
yourselves up,” she yelled after
them, her head jamming out from the moon roof. “You can’t rely on me to wake you up!”
She pulled her head back in the window.
She was unreliable; they couldn’t rely on her for anything. Shouldn’t have to.
Stop wallowing. She was all they had so she’d have to
man up. Metaphorically
speaking.
Denise pulled slowly
into the other lane. She glanced
in the rear view and smiled. Her
brothers were bouncing up the walkway, hi-fiving friends, strutting, calling out
to people. They did not look like crushed and damaged orphans.
Whatever she had to put up with was worth it.
Another flash of heat surged through
her. She felt a kind of tension,
not really soreness, in her--well, her loins, for the love of Christ. Had she
ever thought the word ‘loins’
before? Her pussy. Her cunt.
She blushed and stepped
more firmly on the gas.
Andrew had been amazing
last night. Sex with him had
always been pretty damn good. If she didn’t feel morally obligated to despise
the man she would admit the sex had been the best of her life. Meanwhile though, she did hate him and
she’d be dammed before she gave him props. Still, that orgasm…her face burned.
She’d never, ever had one like that in her life. Last night she’d had several
of them.
Since sex with Andrew had always been
good it probably had made it easier to overlook other annoying habits; twisting
himself into contortions in order to reach and open doors before her; getting a
basset hound look on his face when she said ‘fuck’, lecturing her on the
importance of voting in elections. But now, the sex, coupled with all that other dominance stuff, was like
nothing she’d ever stumbled over. It was hot fudge on vanilla bean ice cream.
Animalistic.
She pressed her palms to
her cheeks and sucked in a deep breath. The man was a sick, twisted individual.
She wasn’t going to even think about
the sex. Candy was great, that
didn’t mean it couldn’t hurt you. Cocaine could be great but look how bad that
was! Ergo: really awesome sex could be
very bad.
Then she
didn’t need to worry about not thinking about wild sex because that was
definitely a cop. Behind her. Lights flashing. Siren whooping. Panic slithered into every
cell in her body carried by the rush of blood pounding through her veins. Tears
welled up in her eyes.
Before
all this, before her parents died and left her personally responsible for the
welfare of her brothers, before she’d had to humble and totally humiliate
herself in front of an idiot lawyer (this wasn’t helping stop the tears) before , she couldn’t remember the last
time she’d freaking cried. She’d
never cried. Now she leaked every
damn time she turned around.
Pulling
the SUV over Denise tried to think. What had been her offense? What should her strategy be?
Crap. That really was Officer Harrison, the
same Officer Harrison who had asked her repeatedly for a date. She’d said ‘no’ once. She’d said
time. Robert wasn’t known for
early rising any more than she was. The call bounced over to message. Denise hung up.She did no better with the next four numbers she
tried. The cab service would be
happy to pick her up as soon as one of their drivers reported he was free. Both boys sat in the car, the radio
blared rap, and Lucas threw himself from one side to the other, rocking the
heavy SUV.Denise opened the driver’s door, and climbed in.
***
“You guys have to get to
school from now on.” In the drop
off line at school the big vehicle inched forward. Denise rifled her purse and the console looking for lunch
money to pass out.. “Andrew’s
kinda big on that.”
“No worries, sistah,” Lucas crowed. He
grasped the door handle, beginning his swing out to the sidewalk while the car
was still moving. “Let’s go bro!”
“You have to get
yourselves up,” she yelled after
them, her head jamming out from the moon roof. “You can’t rely on me to wake you up!”
She pulled her head back in the window.
She was unreliable; they couldn’t rely on her for anything. Shouldn’t have to.
Stop wallowing. She was all they had so she’d have to
man up. Metaphorically
speaking.
Denise pulled slowly
into the other lane. She glanced
in the rear view and smiled. Her
brothers were bouncing up the walkway, hi-fiving friends, strutting, calling out
to people. They did not look like crushed and damaged orphans.
Whatever she had to put up with was worth it.
Another flash of heat surged through
her. She felt a kind of tension,
not really soreness, in her--well, her loins, for the love of Christ. Had she
ever thought the word ‘loins’
before? Her pussy. Her cunt.
She blushed and stepped
more firmly on the gas.
Andrew had been amazing
last night. Sex with him had
always been pretty damn good. If she didn’t feel morally obligated to despise
the man she would admit the sex had been the best of her life. Meanwhile though, she did hate him and
she’d be dammed before she gave him props. Still, that orgasm…her face burned.
She’d never, ever had one like that in her life. Last night she’d had several
of them.
Since sex with Andrew had always been
good it probably had made it easier to overlook other annoying habits; twisting
himself into contortions in order to reach and open doors before her; getting a
basset hound look on his face when she said ‘fuck’, lecturing her on the
importance of voting in elections. But now, the sex, coupled with all that other dominance stuff, was like
nothing she’d ever stumbled over. It was hot fudge on vanilla bean ice cream.
Animalistic.
She pressed her palms to
her cheeks and sucked in a deep breath. The man was a sick, twisted individual.
She wasn’t going to even think about
the sex. Candy was great, that
didn’t mean it couldn’t hurt you. Cocaine could be great but look how bad that
was! Ergo: really awesome sex could be
very bad.
Then she
didn’t need to worry about not thinking about wild sex because that was
definitely a cop. Behind her. Lights flashing. Siren whooping. Panic slithered into every
cell in her body carried by the rush of blood pounding through her veins. Tears
welled up in her eyes.
Before
all this, before her parents died and left her personally responsible for the
welfare of her brothers, before she’d had to humble and totally humiliate
herself in front of an idiot lawyer (this wasn’t helping stop the tears) before , she couldn’t remember the last
time she’d freaking cried. She’d
never cried. Now she leaked every
damn time she turned around.
Pulling
the SUV over Denise tried to think. What had been her offense? What should her strategy be?
Crap. That really was Officer Harrison, the
same Officer Harrison who had asked her repeatedly for a date. She’d said ‘no’ once. She’d said
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