booth with five cents for advice on a Denver street corner, but being here in New York is sucking the life out of us”. Mel says seriously.
“You’re right. Let’s start making plans. I will call Emilia. She had been itching to go to Denver and see Kennedy and the kids. Now come here. Is the door locked?” I asked Mel with a raised eyebrow.
“Let me check the office quickly.” she hops out of the chair to check the door.
“Dr. Dr. Dr. Dr. Dr. Dr. Franklin what are you wearing under that skirt?” I say trying to lift the hem of her skirt.
“Let me come show you.” she says seductively.
“Sit on my desk” I instruct her
“No, babe. I'm in charge. You know what you wearing cowboy boots does to me. I love you in jeans, babe.” she starts to unbutton my shirt.
I bend her over my desk. Damn, it’s been twenty years and she still gets me going.
“FUCK ME HARDER, COWBOY!" she yells.
I go along with what she said, and soon I’m pounding into her. It just doesn't seem enough for her, since she is now moaning loudly.
Hmm well, I guess she wants it harder so I hit her ass full force. Soon we were both coming to the end.
I love it when she lets her southern accent come out. She has kept me on my toes every day of our married lives. People often wonder if her quirkiness is an act. How can someone so smart, look like they put on every piece of bright colors they own? But it's how she choose to express her inside—it's messy and complicated. Why try and stuff it into a package for other people to feel at ease. That's what I hope she can get through to Estelle.
Chapter 6
Thirty-four days, that’s how long I’ve been here. I've been meeting with Mel every single day and Patrick every other day. I haven't talked to anyone back home, but Patrick has let me know that the police have declared Edwin’s death a suicide. There was a letter found that gave the location of my mother's body, Antonio was waiting for me to return to Denver to have her buried properly.
Arriving at the airport with Patrick and Mel, I’m nervous; my hands are sweaty and clammy and I feel jittery.
“I’m nervous, Mel” I confess.
“Nervous is ok. It's a good emotion; it lets you know you're facing something unknown and you're going back to Denver as a survivor, not a victim. Your abuser is dead. You have nothing left to fear. Now, you get to live and build those relationships we have been talking about.” I walk up the stairs to Patrick’s plane; it feels like déjà vu.
“Hey Estelle,” I turn to Mel “when you get back to Denver and you see Rhydian, what are you going to do?”
I smile, “I’m going to jump on him like a cheetah on a gazelle because being with Rhydian is my choice.”
“That’s right, girl, and I better get a text once the deed is done!” I blow her a kiss and see Patrick shake his head, when the flight attendant closes the door.
Landing in Denver, I can see Rhydian waiting, arms folded across his delicious chest, legs crossed as he leans against the car. Once the door opens, I leave everything behind and run down the stairs and jump into his arms. I kiss him deeply.
“I’ve missed you, Rhydian.” I whisper.
“I have missed you too, Princess. Let’s get you home.”
“I like the sound of that.” I said, kissing him lightly on the lips.
After my bags are loaded, I settle in the front seat and as Rhydian drives I grab his hand and entwined our fingers. He is a little shocked because in all the time he has known me, I have never initiated any kind of physical contact with anyone, especially him.
“It’s the first time I’m holding my boyfriend's hand” I say smiling broadly.
Rhydian smiles, “So, I’m your boyfriend?”
“Yes, you're my first boyfriend. Mel says it's up to me to DTR, so I’m letting you know, you’re my boyfriend and we are exclusive.” I tell him confidently.
“DTR?” he ask, confused.
“’Define The Relationship’, I set the pace I'm comfortable with
“You’re right. Let’s start making plans. I will call Emilia. She had been itching to go to Denver and see Kennedy and the kids. Now come here. Is the door locked?” I asked Mel with a raised eyebrow.
“Let me check the office quickly.” she hops out of the chair to check the door.
“Dr. Dr. Dr. Dr. Dr. Dr. Franklin what are you wearing under that skirt?” I say trying to lift the hem of her skirt.
“Let me come show you.” she says seductively.
“Sit on my desk” I instruct her
“No, babe. I'm in charge. You know what you wearing cowboy boots does to me. I love you in jeans, babe.” she starts to unbutton my shirt.
I bend her over my desk. Damn, it’s been twenty years and she still gets me going.
“FUCK ME HARDER, COWBOY!" she yells.
I go along with what she said, and soon I’m pounding into her. It just doesn't seem enough for her, since she is now moaning loudly.
Hmm well, I guess she wants it harder so I hit her ass full force. Soon we were both coming to the end.
I love it when she lets her southern accent come out. She has kept me on my toes every day of our married lives. People often wonder if her quirkiness is an act. How can someone so smart, look like they put on every piece of bright colors they own? But it's how she choose to express her inside—it's messy and complicated. Why try and stuff it into a package for other people to feel at ease. That's what I hope she can get through to Estelle.
Chapter 6
Thirty-four days, that’s how long I’ve been here. I've been meeting with Mel every single day and Patrick every other day. I haven't talked to anyone back home, but Patrick has let me know that the police have declared Edwin’s death a suicide. There was a letter found that gave the location of my mother's body, Antonio was waiting for me to return to Denver to have her buried properly.
Arriving at the airport with Patrick and Mel, I’m nervous; my hands are sweaty and clammy and I feel jittery.
“I’m nervous, Mel” I confess.
“Nervous is ok. It's a good emotion; it lets you know you're facing something unknown and you're going back to Denver as a survivor, not a victim. Your abuser is dead. You have nothing left to fear. Now, you get to live and build those relationships we have been talking about.” I walk up the stairs to Patrick’s plane; it feels like déjà vu.
“Hey Estelle,” I turn to Mel “when you get back to Denver and you see Rhydian, what are you going to do?”
I smile, “I’m going to jump on him like a cheetah on a gazelle because being with Rhydian is my choice.”
“That’s right, girl, and I better get a text once the deed is done!” I blow her a kiss and see Patrick shake his head, when the flight attendant closes the door.
Landing in Denver, I can see Rhydian waiting, arms folded across his delicious chest, legs crossed as he leans against the car. Once the door opens, I leave everything behind and run down the stairs and jump into his arms. I kiss him deeply.
“I’ve missed you, Rhydian.” I whisper.
“I have missed you too, Princess. Let’s get you home.”
“I like the sound of that.” I said, kissing him lightly on the lips.
After my bags are loaded, I settle in the front seat and as Rhydian drives I grab his hand and entwined our fingers. He is a little shocked because in all the time he has known me, I have never initiated any kind of physical contact with anyone, especially him.
“It’s the first time I’m holding my boyfriend's hand” I say smiling broadly.
Rhydian smiles, “So, I’m your boyfriend?”
“Yes, you're my first boyfriend. Mel says it's up to me to DTR, so I’m letting you know, you’re my boyfriend and we are exclusive.” I tell him confidently.
“DTR?” he ask, confused.
“’Define The Relationship’, I set the pace I'm comfortable with
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