“Well, that’s on him. I raised him to—”
“You didn’t raise him, Karen. Me and Bobby raised him. The only thing you have done was give birth to him, that’s all.”
“Whatever, Jewell. You still have a sarcastic mouth, don’t you?”
“Yep. And you still haven’t learned how to be a responsible mother yet, have you? Anyway, girl, back to Jermaine, his new wife appears to be intelligent and she’s pretty attractive too. He mentioned that she’s in real estate or a loan officer or something like that. They look so happy and content that it makes me kind of jealous. To be honest with you, I think they make a good couple.” Jewell figured that she’d struck a few of Karen’s nerves by now, which were actually her intentions.
“Girl, I don’t give a flying fuck about Jermaine or his bitch! I hope both of those muthafuckas burn and rot in hell.”
“Don’t be mad at them, Karen. Hell, they haven’t done a damn thing to you; you’re the one who fucked up a good thing, but you’re just too damn stubborn and stupid to realize it and admit to it. Jermaine was the best thing that ever happened to you and the kids—” Karen hung up in her face.
Jewell then began talking to Bobby.
“She hates to hear the truth, Bobby. She’s been in denial and running from the truth for as long as I can remember.”
“If you ask me, the heffa is just plain ol’ brain-dead and dumb. The thing that really gets me is that she thinks she knows every fuckin’ thing, and she doesn’t know shit.”
Jermaine had stumbled across Chad, from his previous job, while shopping one day at Home Depot. Chad was delighted to see Jermaine, but this was an encounter that Jermaine could have done without. Jermaine felt awkward conversing with him in public, but he still gave him a few minutes of his time only to get updated about his former coworkers. He knew that Chad had plenty of gossip to spread.
“You do know that Jennifer has changed professions, don’t you?” Chad asked, smiling. He shamelessly shot occasional glances at Jermaine’s crouch area.
“Nope, I haven’t heard anything about it. You mean that she actually gave up all those years of experience and commitment as an agent for something else? Has she elevated to being an investor or a developer or something?”
“Nothing like that, Jermaine. She has actually made a ninety-degree turn for the worse. Her career modification happened shortly after you and her met that night. My theory is that since you and her didn’t hit it off the way she had anticipated, she decided to chase her fantasy of having sex with black men. She’s now a porn star, and not only that; she stars in movies with black men only. And I mean humongous black men, if you know what I mean,” replied Chad, smiling, then shot another quick glance at Jermaine’s crotch area.
“Is that so?”
Jermaine thought back to how desperate Jennifer appeared to be that night.
“Yes, that’s so. If you like, you can come by my apartment and watch a few movies she’s in. And get this, her stage name is Jennifer Black.”
“Thanks, but I’ll pass on that, Chad. I’ve recently gotten married and believe me, I’m a very content and blessed man. Tell everyone I said hello, and you take care of yourself and have a great evening, Chad.”
Life for Jermaine and Sylvia had been going blissfully well. They spent lots of quality time together. They were two lovebirds created especially for each other. To relatives and acquaintances they were the perfect couple. No flaws, no arguments, no cursing at one another or disrespect, and no pointing fingers blaming the other for anything. Neither of them made decisions without the other’s approval.
Before going to work in the mornings they drank coffee and watched the news together. In the evenings they took walks in the park, then afterward would come home and watch talk shows, and then watch the evening news, and before bedtime they completed their day with some good lovemaking. Love, peace, and happiness was always in their midst.
Months later, while in the process of delivering Jermaine Jr., serious complications arose due to Sylvia’s cancer. She had missed her last couple appointments with her personal doctor to be updated about her condition and things were not looking well.
A doctor came to the lounge and announced that Sylvia’s cancer was causing complications in delivering the baby. This news came as a shock to Jermaine, and now Mr. Siordia suddenly felt that he owed Jermaine an explanation.
“Jermaine, please take a walk with me. I am so sorry for not mentioning Sylvia’s condition to you earlier, but she insisted on not bringing anything to your attention in fear of possibly losing you.” Mr. Siordia was used to looking people in the eye when talking to them, but feeling that he had somewhat deceived Jermaine, he looked away when talking to him.
“Mr. Siordia, with all due respect, sir, I could have cared less if Sylvia had one leg, one arm, or was confined to a wheelchair, I would still love her the same. The fact of me not being informed about this really doesn’t matter to me. I’m more so concerned about whether or not her and my son will pull out of this okay.” Jermaine’s voice was saddened and wounded. He felt like he had just lost his mother, or a major part of him that kept him going.
“My Sylvia is just like me in some ways, son; sometimes she can be so stubborn, and so—”
“It’s all right, Mr. Siordia. I guess we’re all set in our ways and stubborn to a certain extent,” said Jermaine, in a distressed manner.
Suddenly a voice sounded through the intercom.
“Will the family of Sylvia Hopkins immediately report to room four-oh-nine on the fourth floor? Will the family of Sylvia Hopkins immediately report to room four-oh-nine on the fourth floor?”
Family members from both sides speedily responded to the page, but once inside the room they sensed that something was terribly wrong.
The doctors and nurses that staffed the fourth floor had done everything possible to save both Sylvia and her newborn, but unfortunately Sylvia had died and luckily, Jermaine Jr. had lived.
Because Sylvia had missed her doctor appointments, she had no knowledge of the cancer spreading to her uterus.
After hearing the devastating news from the head doctor, Jermaine went ballistic.
“Why! Oh, God, why did you take my Sylvia away from me! I had finally found my soul mate and you took her away! Why! Why Why!” yelled Jermaine, pacing the floor.
Mr. and Mrs. Siordia hugged one another tightly while mourning over the death of their daughter.
A relative of Jermaine’s suggested that everyone join hands for a brief prayer, and after prayer a Filipina nurse approached the family.
“Would you like to see the baby?” asked the nurse, smiling. She hoped that seeing the baby would relieve some of the hurt and anguish from the family members.
Jermaine Jr. was a beautiful baby who shared the resemblance of both of his parents. He was light-brown–complexioned, with a head full of long, black hair, and a pair of pretty brown eyes. Jermaine was the first family member to hold the baby.
“Thank you, Lord, for seeing to it that my baby came out healthy and normal. But Lord, with all due respect, I’m still waiting on an answer as to why you took my Sylvia away from me. She was my world, Lord. You blessed me with her, Father. For you to just take—” He began crying.
Jermaine was mentally wounded behind the death of his wife, but like his father always told him, life goes on.
Even though he was blessed with a son, that just did not seem to substitute for his wife’s absence.
He had taken a leave of absence from work, hoping to recover so that he could begin making arrangements for the well-being of his son. Not having any babysitting skills, Jermaine had asked Mrs. Siordia to tend to the baby while he began taking care of a few loose ends and pulling himself together mentally. But instead of taking care of business and pulling himself together, Jermaine spent his days and nights at home drinking hard liquor until he was totally drunk. The only time he left his home was when he had sobered up enough to go and purchase more l
iquor. His cell phone and home phone rang continuously, but he did not bother answering either of them. He kept the television and stereo on full blast during the entire day.
It had been a week and a half since anyone had heard from Jermaine. Mr. Siordia was awfully worried and decided to pay a visit to Jermaine’s home.
“Who is it?” yelled Jermaine, from the sofa. There were empty beer cans and bottles of liquor scattered about. The house needed immediate attention, but that was the least of Jermaine’s issues. Because he did not open any windows or doors, there was a foul smell, which came from the combination of dirty dishwater, fish, and chicken grease sitting on the stove, and the overfilled waste basket sitting in the kitchen.
“Jermaine, open up, it’s your father-in-law.”
Damn, thought Jermaine. Oh well, whatever.
Jermaine found no use to try to straighten up the house, nor did he try to pull himself together. He did not have time to do either. He trotted to the restroom and took a rapid appraisal of himself, and realizing how bad he looked, he quickly thought, Damn. I look like a downtown bum.
Entering Jermaine’s home, Mr. Siordia glanced around, observing the empty liquor bottles and beer cans. He frowned to the foul odor and decided to stand instead of seating himself.
Unashamedly, Jermaine grabbed a liquor bottle that only contained a corner and turned it up, and then seated himself on the sofa.
“Everyone thought that you had dropped off the face of this earth, Jermaine,” said Mr. Siordia, standing next to the big screen.
“I feel like I have, Mr. Siordia. I feel like I don’t want to live anymore, but you wouldn’t understand what I’m talking about. I apologize for not coming by to see my son, but I just don’t want him in my presence at the time,” Jermaine explained, and then walked to the fridge and grabbed another beer. He popped open the beer, took a long swallow, and then began pacing the floor while talking. Mr. Siordia silenced himself to let Jermaine vent.
“Now that we finally have a chance to have a one-on-one, I’d like to say a thing or two, that is if you don’t mind, Mr. Siordia.” Jermaine’s voice raised a few notches. There were a few things he wanted to get off his chest.
“I know that you didn’t like me when you first met me, because I was black. You only accepted me because your daughter loved me, and that you had no other choice but to accept me. You could not accept the fact of a black man sleeping with your daughter, but realizing that no matter how much you didn’t approve of it, your daughter was not going to stop seeing me because we were in love. You see, Mr. Siordia, I had a precious daughter also. That’s how I can relate to your feelings. It killed me when I found out that my daughter was having sex, and not just having sex, but having sex with an older guy. My first thought was to go and kill the muthafucka, but after giving it some deep, sound thought, hell, what was the use? The next day or maybe even the same night they were gonna find a way to be together. I couldn’t play security guard over her body, so what I decided to do was to educate her on young men. Till this day, I can say that enlightening my daughter’s mind paid off because I only have one grandchild and he’s by the man that she married. My daughter rests in peace now, but at least I can say that I did my job in raising her well and respectful.” Jermaine then took another long gulp and continued pacing. Mr. Siordia began talking.
“I sympathize with you, Jermaine, about your daughter and all, but actually that’s irrelevant to this matter. It seems to me that you’ve given up on life, son, and that’s a bad thing to do. Sylvia would not have wanted that, and I’m sure that you don’t want your son growing up hearing that his father was a loser and a drunk. And you’re right about my not approving of you in the beginning, but as time passed and hearing my daughter continually tell me how much she loved you, I grew to love you as if you were my own son. What you’re doing, Jermaine, is destroying your mind and your body. This is definitely not the solution to your situation. Believe me, my Sylvia is in heaven watching you this very moment. Do you think she’s pleased with the way you have chosen to carry on?”
Digesting Mr. Siordia’s words, Jermaine calmly and thoughtfully seated himself.
“I’m sorry, Mr. Siordia.” He began crying. “I’m so sorry. Please understand that Sylvia was all I had in this world. She was the only woman who ever understood me and respected me and truly loved me. She was the only woman that listened to me about everything. I miss her, I miss her so damn much it hurts. Why did God take away the one thing that I loved the most? Why? She was my life-support system, she was the queen of my soul, she was the only woman who ever said she loved me and actually meant it. She was my—” He began crying even louder.
Mr. Siordia approached him, then seated himself next to him.
“Son, I know you’re hurt, because you loved Sylvia and so did I. After all, she was my daughter. But now you need to pull yourself together for the sake of your son, and more so to demonstrate to Sylvia and to yourself that you are strong enough to keep going forward in life regardless of what happened. When a tragedy occurs in one’s life, son, it’s time to be fervent and strong in order to deal wisely with situations and circumstances. You are family, Jermaine, and we all love you just as Sylvia loved you. Please, be strong, son, and get yourself back on the right track.” Mr. Siordia then embraced Jermaine with a hug, and then afterward he shook his hand and left.
Immediately after Mr. Siordia had left, Jermaine took a long, hot bath and then decided to take a nice, long shower. After that he put on a Stevie Wonder CD and began thoroughly cleaning his house.
Later that evening he went to the Siordias’ residence to spend some time with his son.
Apparently, Mr. Siordia’s words had a great influence over Jermaine, because the following day he was back at work.
Chapter 22
Karen spent her days alone in her cell, reading fiction and spiritual books, writing letters to family and friends, contemplating life with Maria, and mostly masturbating while thinking about Maria’s sensuous touch, and still fantasizing about Tyrone’s huge penis. She was a nympho and a freak by nature and nothing would ever change that.
With her release date nearing, she felt it would be best to remain in her cell to avoid any form of trouble, and mainly to keep away from other envious inmates. Trouble had its way of finding inmates who were soon about to be released.
Before Maria’s recent release she had paid a few trustees and also a corrupt prison official not to house anyone with Karen. Maria was an extremely jealous lesbian and her worse fear was someone diverting Karen’s mind from her to them.
After hearing about the death of Jermaine’s wife from Jewell, out of loneliness, boredom, and wanting to see what her ex-husband was up to, Karen decided to write Jermaine a letter. The letter read:
Dear Jermaine; as I lay reminiscing about the good times, arguments, and sexual pleasures we’ve shared my afterthought was to write you mainly to see how you’re holding up. I’m very sorry about the death of your wife because I know how much you really loved her. I heard through the grapevine that you two seemed so happy, and so much in love with one another. I have to admit that it made me sort of jealous, even though I played it off like it didn’t bother me. I would like to apologize for all of the frustrations, anger, and deceit that I have caused you in the past. Today, I read my Bible daily, and I really feel that after doing this time I am a changed woman with an entirely different outlook on life, and a different way of thinking. I regret being here, but at the same time, I truly believe that God sent me here to experience Maria and also to renew my thinking.
As I told you when I last saw you, my plans are to marry Maria upon my release. I strongly feel that she is my soul mate and that we will have a good, peaceful, meaningful life together. I know you’re not the kind of man who approves of a gay lifestyle, but I am basically just doing what makes me feel good, and sharing my life with someone who cares about me and who loves me unconditionally. Actually I still think I do need a dick in my lif
e every now and then, and hopefully I can call on you when I get that urge.
Thanks for spending time with the kids and for showing them love. Maybe, if it’s okay with you, we could go to dinner or watch a movie or something when I’m released. By the way, if you didn’t know, I’ll be out in two weeks. If you have the time please write me.
Sincerely, Karen PS I’m playing with myself, and fantasizing riding the hell out of your dick. You know I used to have my way with your dick, don’t you? Smile.
In reality, she lay naked with her legs spread open, eyes closed, playing with her pearl tongue, while easing three fingers in and out of her heated, wet pussy. She envisioned Tyrone’s humongous dick in her hand, then imagined it inside her fucking her slow and deep.
Immediately after Jermaine received Karen’s letter, he found himself fantasizing about having sex with her. He quickly pulled a picture from his wallet of Karen lying naked, holding her pussy open, showing all of its pinkness. He stared at it lustfully for a few moments, and then wasted no time stripping naked.
Looking at the picture, he thought about times that she had rode his dick slow and easy while looking him in the eyes. Then he thought about the nice, slow, head jobs she had given him, sucking him completely dry and swallowing every drop of his cum. His penis was now rock hard. Holding her picture, staring at it, Jermaine began stroking himself slowly then seconds later sped up his rhythm. He had not been this hard since last having sex with Sylvia. He stroked it faster, and then slow, and then faster still, gazing at Karen’s pussy, then finally he released a thick load of cum that shot straight in the air, and then landed on his chest. Afterward he wrote her back.
Hi Karen. I hope this letter finds you in good health and in good spirits. I was surprised to receive a letter from you, but out of concern and love, and to wish you happiness and success upon your release I took time to reply.
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