attracting attention. And go out the back door. Itâs closer to the park.â
After talking to the boy the previous night, I figured he was in no real danger. The thugs wanted money to fix the car, not his death.
Stanley peeled off his Sean John jacket and long gold chain. He tightened up his elf-like gym shoes and left out the back door. It was just his mama and me. I looked at the stove clock. It read seven forty-five. My brother wasnât in the office, and I didnât know a lawyer who started work before nine. The time was there.
âD, last night over Reginaâs I watched you with Chester. I watched how you held and cared for your son.â She reached under my shorts with no hesitation and grabbed hold. âIt made me remember all the time you used to spend with Stanley and the rest of the kids on the block. But mostly I thought about the time you spent with my son, fixing his bikes, showing him how to fly a kite, teaching him how to swim. Youâre the one who got him into running track. Remember? He would try and jog with you on Saturday mornings.â Gripping it, she moved her hand up and down its length.
âHow I forgot all that I donât know, but it came back to me last night and made me want you. For the first time in years I was attracted to the man and not the manâs money. I want you, D, in a country kind a way. Like my country grandmamma used to want my granddaddy.
âMy grandmamma used to tell me it turned her on watching my granddaddy put a log on the fire, it turned her on watching him play with their kids, it turned her own watching him eat the food she cooked and it turned her on watching him put on a shirt she washed.
âWhen you walked in this kitchen grinning at the breakfast I fixed, you turned me on; when you covered me with that sheet last night, you turned me on; and when you said you would help my son, you turned me on. You turned me on in a country sort of way.
âI want you to hold me like we was in the country. Hold me like we was in a one-room shack with a busted screen door, on a slack board bed with a burlap sack mattress. I want to smell the fields and hear the chickens scratching. I want you to make me want some buttermilk and hot water cornbread. Send me to the country with this thang right here.â She was pulling with one hand and caressing with the other.
âLast night me and Regina was drinking and she started talking. She told me how you thought she was calling you over for sex. I listened to her like a good friend should, but all the time I was thinking âLord, I wish he would have come over my house looking for some.â
âI told her I had to go home, but she kept pouring the wine and talking about the way, ohhh baby, the way you used to open her up, aaalllll the way up inside. She made it sound so good. And I ainât been opened in so long. When I left my friendâs house wild horses couldnât stop me from coming to you.
âI was drunk off her wine and a bit of my own cognac, and yes all the talking she did about you got me horny. I wanted you last night because I was drunk and horny. But Iâm not drunk now, and I still want you.â
That was all a brother could take. Regina bragged on me, but didnât want me, and there a woman sat who came to me because of what another woman said. I scooped her thin self up out of that chair and carried her upstairs to my California king-sized bed. When I got her to the bed I grabbed the top of her sweatpants and pulled them down while she was unzipping her jacket.
The sight of her breasts stunned me, and I sincerely hoped the image of them was forged in my mind forever. Remembering breasts like hers is one of the things that makes an old man smile while rocking away his last days on a porch.
âI bought these eighteen months ago,â she said looking at me, âand a real man hasnât touched them yet.â
They stood up like a porn
After talking to the boy the previous night, I figured he was in no real danger. The thugs wanted money to fix the car, not his death.
Stanley peeled off his Sean John jacket and long gold chain. He tightened up his elf-like gym shoes and left out the back door. It was just his mama and me. I looked at the stove clock. It read seven forty-five. My brother wasnât in the office, and I didnât know a lawyer who started work before nine. The time was there.
âD, last night over Reginaâs I watched you with Chester. I watched how you held and cared for your son.â She reached under my shorts with no hesitation and grabbed hold. âIt made me remember all the time you used to spend with Stanley and the rest of the kids on the block. But mostly I thought about the time you spent with my son, fixing his bikes, showing him how to fly a kite, teaching him how to swim. Youâre the one who got him into running track. Remember? He would try and jog with you on Saturday mornings.â Gripping it, she moved her hand up and down its length.
âHow I forgot all that I donât know, but it came back to me last night and made me want you. For the first time in years I was attracted to the man and not the manâs money. I want you, D, in a country kind a way. Like my country grandmamma used to want my granddaddy.
âMy grandmamma used to tell me it turned her on watching my granddaddy put a log on the fire, it turned her on watching him play with their kids, it turned her own watching him eat the food she cooked and it turned her on watching him put on a shirt she washed.
âWhen you walked in this kitchen grinning at the breakfast I fixed, you turned me on; when you covered me with that sheet last night, you turned me on; and when you said you would help my son, you turned me on. You turned me on in a country sort of way.
âI want you to hold me like we was in the country. Hold me like we was in a one-room shack with a busted screen door, on a slack board bed with a burlap sack mattress. I want to smell the fields and hear the chickens scratching. I want you to make me want some buttermilk and hot water cornbread. Send me to the country with this thang right here.â She was pulling with one hand and caressing with the other.
âLast night me and Regina was drinking and she started talking. She told me how you thought she was calling you over for sex. I listened to her like a good friend should, but all the time I was thinking âLord, I wish he would have come over my house looking for some.â
âI told her I had to go home, but she kept pouring the wine and talking about the way, ohhh baby, the way you used to open her up, aaalllll the way up inside. She made it sound so good. And I ainât been opened in so long. When I left my friendâs house wild horses couldnât stop me from coming to you.
âI was drunk off her wine and a bit of my own cognac, and yes all the talking she did about you got me horny. I wanted you last night because I was drunk and horny. But Iâm not drunk now, and I still want you.â
That was all a brother could take. Regina bragged on me, but didnât want me, and there a woman sat who came to me because of what another woman said. I scooped her thin self up out of that chair and carried her upstairs to my California king-sized bed. When I got her to the bed I grabbed the top of her sweatpants and pulled them down while she was unzipping her jacket.
The sight of her breasts stunned me, and I sincerely hoped the image of them was forged in my mind forever. Remembering breasts like hers is one of the things that makes an old man smile while rocking away his last days on a porch.
âI bought these eighteen months ago,â she said looking at me, âand a real man hasnât touched them yet.â
They stood up like a porn
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