by Glenn, Roy
During the drive to the work, I was surprisingly calm for somebody that was about to sanction the murder of his wife. That morning at the office was no different. I went to meetings, interacted with Winston and the rest of my co-workers, and did my job like it was just another day.
When it was time to go and meet Qianna, I left the office and drove to the apartment. She was stretched out naked on the couch watching TV, when I got there. "Hey," she said and sat up.
"How you doin’?"
"You decide what you wanna do?"
As I walked toward her, I took the envelope out of my jacket pocket.
"I guess you have."
I handed her the envelope, and she dropped it on the coffee table.
"I know I don’t need to count this," Qianna said, and sat on the edge of the couch. She began unbuckling my pants. I took off my jacket and laid it on top of the money.
"No need. Five grand, like I said."
"She’s done," Qianna said, and took me into her mouth.
"I’m not gonna leave the house until she goes to sleep. When I get where I’m going, I’ll call you," I said, and loosened my tie. "I’ll stay gone for at least four hours. That should give you plenty of time to do it." I took off my shirt and laid it on the jacket.
"Where she keep her jewelry?" Qianna asked, and took me into her mouth again.
"In the bedroom. The jewelry box is on her makeup table. I’ll leave the back door unlocked when I leave."
Qianna stopped abruptly. "No. It will look better if I gotta break in. You leave all that shit to me. All you gotta do is make sure ain’t no damn alarm gonna go off. When I’ma get the rest of my money?"
"Call me in a couple of days, and I’ll meet you someplace."
"Why don’t you just meet me here?"
"I’ll let you know," I said, and looked around the apartment knowing that I would never come there again.
"Anything else?"
"No."
"Come fuck me then." Qianna bent over the couch and I fucked her.
Hard.
When I was done, I got dressed, and got back to work in time for another boring meeting. At five o’clock, Winston stopped by the office and asked me if I wanted to get a drink. We used to go out for drinks after work all the time, but that was years ago. He still asks me everyday, and everyday, I turn him down. I saw no reason to do any different. "Not today, still got a lot of work to do."
At six o’clock I left there, and took my time going home. Taye was in the kitchen, cooking herself dinner, when I got there. She made eye contact to knowledge my presence, and continued what she was doing. I took a seat at the table and began talking.
I told her again that I was sorry about everything that has gone on, and promised again that I would never let anything like that touch her. I told her that we shouldn’t give up on treatment, and try to find another doctor that could reach her. Maybe they could prescribe something that she could take that could help her. I promised that we would to recommit to some type of treatment plan.
Once again, my words were met by deafening silence. When Taye finished eating, she got up from the table and went upstairs. I followed her. Taye went in the bedroom and began her nighttime ritual, while I continued to talk about getting help for her, about saving our marriage, about saving her life. That ended at eighty-thirty when Taye picked up her bottle of sleeping pills.
I sat quietly and watched her for the next thirty minutes or so; watched her until she went to sleep.
"Good-bye, Taye."
It was almost ten o’clock before I got up from the chair and went downstairs. I went to the bar in the living room, poured myself a drink, and drank it down quickly. I had another before I walked out of the house and got in my car.
I tried not to think as I drove to a pay phone to call Qianna. All I had to do to end this was not call, and it would be over. I stopped at a 7-Eleven about ten miles from the house, and pulled up in front of the phone, knowing that I had made up my mind when I left our bedroom.
I walked to the phone and dialed her number. "Hello," Qianna said.
"I’m out," I said, and hung up the phone.
I got back in the car and drove back toward the house. There was a sports bar not far from the house that Taye and I used to go to, before she lost the baby. I still go there every once and a while to have a drink and watch a game. I wasn’t a regular there or anything like that, but I went there enough that the regulars knew me. I had even told Johnny, the bartender, about the problems Taye was having, one night when he asked why she didn’t come with me anymore.
I went inside and waved to the people that I recognized, and took a seat at the bar. "Barcardi 151," I told Johnny when he put the napkin down in front of me.
"Comin’ out the gate strong tonight," Johnny said, and went to fix my drink.
"Me and the wife are having problems again."
For the next minute or two, I caught Johnny up on what had been going on with Taye. I told him that I loved her, and didn’t know what I was going to do next.
"Keep them coming," I said when he returned with my drink.
Just after Johnny put my second drink down in front of me, my cell rang. I looked at the display. It was Avonte calling. I couldn’t tell you the last time I’d talked to her, much less seen her. The last few times I called her, she had some lame excuse why she couldn’t get away. It didn’t take me long to get the hint that she didn’t want to be bothered, so I stopped calling.
Since I knew what she wanted, I started to answer the phone, but I knew that I was in the right place doing what I needed to be doing. I put the phone back in my pocket and picked up my drink.
I was pretty fucked up by the time he sat the forth one in front of me. That was also the first time that I paid any attention to the guy that had sat down next to me. He was drinking beer by the pitcher, and watching whatever baseball game was in front of him.
As the game began to go against his team, he started trying to talk to me about the game. For the most part, I just ignored what he was saying and kept on drinking. It wasn’t until he grabbed and shook my arm, when his team made a big hit to tie the game that I had something to say.
Besides, I was fucked up.
"Get your fuckin’ hands off me!" I yelled, and snatched my arm back.
"Did you see that? It’s all tied!" he yelled back and pointed at the big screen.
"I don’t give a fuck! Just don’t put your hands on me again, you fuckin’ asshole!" I yelled, and elbowed him.
"Who the fuck you think you talking to?"
"Talkin’ to you, asshole," I said, and pushed him this time. Before I knew it, he had hit me in the face, and I fell off my chair. I got up and went right at him.
I don’t remember too much after that. But I remember the bouncer coming at me, and me, taking a swing at him. I remember fighting with the police when they got there, but nothing after that, until I woke up on the floor in a cell.
* * *
Chapter Twenty
Avonte
I was alone.
For the first time since I left Tyrone, I was alone when I didn’t want to be alone. Since then, anytime I wanted to play, there was somebody available to come play with me. First Devin, and then Qianna. She had been occupying all my time lately; and I’ve loved every second of it. But not tonight.
I haven’t seen or heard from her in almost two days. I’ve called her several times, but she hasn’t answered, so I stopped calling. I hoped that she was just busy and would call me when she could, and that she wasn’t trying to give me a hint that she had moved on, and I should too. You know, the way I did Devin.
I know I could have handled it better, but I just couldn’t help myself. The last few times that Devin and I were together, I thought about being with Qianna the whole time. It wasn’t like I was in love with the woman or anything close that, but I’ll be damned if she didn’t have me so far gone on her sex, that it isn’t funny. There is something about the way she grabs
me by the back of my neck, and slides her tongue in my mouth, that makes me so wet. Wetter than I had ever been with either Tyrone or Devin.
I thought back to my college days with Amy. I had been dating guys before she and I got together, and became undercover lovers. But once it began, dating guys was just a front. All I wanted was Amy. I was devastated when she didn’t come back to Syracuse that fall quarter. The only thing that saved me from losing my mind was the attention I was getting from Tyrone.
I knew that I had matured to the point where if Qianna was done with me that I wouldn’t fall part, but right now, I was horny as hell and needed somebody to play with me.
I picked up the phone and was about to press the redial button and call Qianna again, but I dialed Devin’s number instead. It had been so long since I’d called him, I had to think about what his cell number was. While the phone rang, I wondered what I would say to him after all this time. "Hey, Devin, it’s Avonte. I know it’s been a while since I took your call, but my clit is throbbing and I can’t find Qianna. So, since you were my second choice, I decided to call and see if we could meet somewhere." When his voice mail came on, I knew he was done with me, too. I decided to leave a message anyway.
"Hey, Devin, it’s Avonte. I know it’s been a while since we talked, but you were on my mind. Give me a call when you get this message. Maybe we can get together some time soon. Bye."
I pressed end and rolled over in my bed. At this point, I had only two choices: get up, put some clothes on, and go find somebody and hope for the best; or I could handle the job myself. I reached in my nightstand drawer and felt around for my bullet. It had been a while since I had to use it on myself. It had become one of Qianna’s favorite tools to use on me.
I put a few drop of Intrigue on the bullet and spread my legs. I closed my eyes and let my mind wander. As the sensation spread over my body, I thought about the last time I made love with Qianna and Devin.
I thought about how Qianna began running her hand across Devin’s erection, and how I took his face into my hands and kissed him. Qianna stroked Devin and he unhooked her bra. As soon as her twins were free, Devin took one of Qianna’s nipples into his mouth. Qianna leaned back on the couch and held Devin’s head in place with one hand, and squeezed her breast with the other. I took Devin into my mouth.
In my mind’s eye, I could see Qianna stand up and wiggle out of her pants. I squeezed my nipple between my thumb and forefinger, and ran the bullet across my lips.
I love the sight of Qianna’s naked body. Her rich brown skin, down on her knees running her hands over my body. I love it when she takes her time and starts from my ankle, along my leg, stopping between my legs. The way she licks my lips and bites lightly on my clit always makes my river flow.
I put the bullet down, and reached between my thighs and fingered my clit with one hand, while squeezing my breast with the other. The thought and visual of Qianna and I sharing Devin came into view. I could see Qianna stroking Devin until he stood up, and she took him into her mouth. He looked down at me and Qianna running our tongues along the sides of his shaft.
I let her have the dick to herself and crawled between her thighs. Then I very deliberately spread Qianna’s lips with my thumb and forefinger, while making small circles around her clit with the tip of my right forefinger. I could feel my tongue sliding inside Qianna and sucking her moist lips gently. Feeling Qianna’s body quiver as I licked her clit with the tip of my tongue. I rubbed her clit and it grew harder. Her thighs pressed together as her body convulsed. I love making her come hard like that, ’cause I know that she’ll return the favor, and do me the same way.
I slid two fingers inside myself as I thought of Devin holding onto my hips, and entering me slowly, while I sucked Qianna’s clit. He got into a long, rhythmic stroke, and watched Qianna squeeze her nipples in the throws of ecstasy. I came when I thought about Qianna grabbing me by the back of my neck, and forcing her tongue in my mouth. And it wasn’t long before my eyes and mouth were wide open, and I was screaming my ass off. I put the bullet back in its case and drifted quietly off to sleep.
* * *
Chapter Twenty-one
Qianna
When my cell started ringing I looked over at Cutie, and she got out of bed. I looked at the display and figured that it was Devin calling.
"I’m out," he said.
"She’s done," I said, and pressed end.
I’ll be honest; I didn’t think I’d hear from Devin that night. Even though he gave me half the money, I really didn’t think that he was serious about me killin’ his wife. But I guess you never know what kind of hell he was dealin’ wit’, and what he would do to end it. Peace of mind is a hell of a thing.
I rolled out of bed and followed Cutie into the shower. She was hard to resist, lookin’ so sexy wit’ the water rollin’ off her skin, but we had shit to do.
Doin’ the shit was one thing, doin’ it and not gettin’ caught and goin’ to jail for it, was another. I had been down before, and I had no intention of goin’ back. To me, that meant that I couldn’t leave anything that would lead the cops to me. You know, DNA type shit. After Devin dropped off the money, I went out and did a little shoppin’. Our first spot was The Sports Authority on Sixth Avenue. We picked up a couple of vinyl sauna suits, some batting gloves, and ski masks, just in case Devin had it wrong, and the bitch was still awake when I got there.
My next stop was a medical supply store to get some disposable plastic shoe covers, and some plastic gloves. When we got out of the shower both of us put on our plastic gloves. From that point on, there would be no fingerprints on anything we touched. Nothing.
It was after midnight when we drove past the address Devin had given us. "Go around the block again, and park down the street where we can see the house," I told Cutie. I wanted to get a good look at things before I went inside. We had been parked about ten minutes when I saw somebody coming, and they looked like they had come from Devin’s house.
As he got closer, I could see that he was a white boy with blonde hair. Either he was one of Devin’s friends lookin’ for him, or maybe wifey was playin’ while Devin was out the house. Either way, he didn’t need to see us sittin’ there. "Looks like he’s comin’ this way," Cutie said.
"Get down," I said, and we both crouched down in our seats.
The white boy got in a sweet dark blue Benz that was parked in front of us, and drove off. We waited another half-hour after that to be sure he wasn’t coming back, before we got out and moved toward the house. We put on our ski masks and put the batting gloves on over plastic gloves. I put on hers, and then Cutie put on mine.
We went around to the back door and I picked the lock. I looked at Cutie and held my breath, when I turned the doorknob. Since the alarm didn’t go off, we went inside. "You have a look around, I’m goin’ to look in on the Mrs.," I told Cutie, and wondered why I didn’t ask Devin to draw me a little map or something.
Once I found my way to the steps, I went upstairs and found their bedroom. I opened the door slowly and peeked inside. There she was, out like a light, just like Devin said she would be. I went in and stood over her for a while. She was a very pretty woman, but I expected no less for her to be Devin’s wife.
I took my time pullin’ back the covers. "Damn, this bitch is fine as hell," I said softly, and she squirmed a little. It scared me for a second, until I remembered that she was just sleeping, not out cold.
I looked at her body, all dressed up in that sexy white gown. I could tell from lookin’ at her, that Devin liked a certain body style in a woman, ’cause his wife was built like me and Avonte’s sexy fuckin’ ass.
I ran my hand along her sexy caramel skin. "Wouldn’t mind havin’ you myself, Sexy." Part of my plan for not getting caught was to make it look she was raped before she was murdered.
I found where Devin kept his clothes and got six of his ties. On the way back to the bed and Sexy, I saw the makeup table where Devin said she kept her jewelry. She h
ad a lot of nice shit. Some that I wouldn’t mind keepin’ for myself, but that was the kind of dumb shit that would get a bitch caught and on lock down. Best if Cutie took all that shit straight to the fence.
I put the shit down for the time being, and went back to the bed. I took out my knife and a vibrator. I would push it inside her a few times, and hope that it would be enough to fool the cops. I tied her wrists and ankles to the bedposts with Devin’s ties. I gagged her, then took the last one and blindfolded her.
I took a step back and looked at Sexy laying there spread eagle. I thought it seemed a little funny that her gown was gathered around her waist. I got a little closer and noticed that her panties were a little off to the side, as I cut them off her. Maybe she was masturbating before she passed out?
I cut her gown from the cleavage to the bottom, and opened it up to reveal the prettiest set of titties I’d seen in a while. When I first pushed the vibrator inside her, she squirmed and struggled a little, but after a while she seemed to relax and take it. Once I thought it had gone on long enough to leave the impression I wanted, I took it out.
"Only one thing left to do now," I said out loud, and looked at Sexy. As much shit as I talked about, I had never done nothin’ like this just for money. All the others that I cut or killed deserved it.
But not her.
All she did was piss off her husband.
Then I had a rush of conscience.
Was that enough of a reason for me to kill her?
The answer was that it didn’t matter. All that shit was between her and Devin. I picked up my knife and grabbed her by the chin. One quick slice and it was done. I got up from the bed and walked away as the blood eased from her wound.
On the way out of the room, I stopped at the makeup table and got her jewelry, and left her there to die.
When I got downstairs I looked around for Cutie. I found her sitting in the kitchen. "Took you long enough."
