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After that Mona and I were both a little off, but that didn’t stop us from having sex. That is, until she called out James’s name during sex and I slept in my office the whole night.
A little more time passed and I was notified by the detective working on my father’s murder case that James was cleared as a possible suspect. I was not happy with that, but I moved on.
More and more I was spending time with Li’l Shawn and less with my family. I was in love with the thought of having a son that was naturally mine, but I was feeling really guilty about the fact that I was sneaking around doing it.
Well, some more time went by and I was getting even more and more attached to Li’l Shawn and I was prodding Mona into adoption with the reasoning that our then youngest daughter, Diana, would need someone to play with since Ashley and Alex were too mature and she would need a live-in playmate. It was the only rationalizing I could use to get Li’l Shawn in the house without suspicion from Mona. That wasn’t even necessary because on one evening when I was taking him back home I discovered his mom, James, and an unknown dude dead in the back of the apartment while he stood outside the door waiting for me.
I rushed out the house to tell my son that his mom wasn’t home and called the police to let them know what I had found while he sat in the car. I instinctively took him to the next best place I could think of—my mom’s house. She was not happy when I showed up to her doorstep with a new grandchild. I begged and pleaded for my mom to keep him and she did, after I insulted her and she hit me because of it. I thanked my mom and scurried off toward home like the punk I was. I breathed a sigh of relief now that James was dead, but I still had the burden to tell my new son his mom was dead and getting him in the house for good. I knew for sure my mom was not going to raise another child and I wouldn’t let her, even though it did cross my mind. Slowly my anxiety level was peaking and it was nearing an explosion.
Again, I entered my house acting as if everything was okay, to find that my house not in order either. My wife was on edge and Ashley was having boy problems, it seemed.
Fast-forward to our second wedding and that is when all hell breaks loose. In the middle of the service, my new son pops up and shows his displeasure for me marrying Mona and not his mom. The entire population of the ceremony’s mouths was on the floor. I plead with my eyes to my wife that she should not walk out on me and she didn’t, but she did have me spill my guts in the limousine ride to the banquet hall. I also found out that I was going to be a father again for the fifth time.
Just when we thought we were in the clear as a family, up pops another surprise: My daughter’s lover busts up into the reception drunk and screaming Ashley’s name. After a short conversation with Tony (Antoinette), she exits and is never seen again.
We finally sit down as a family and Mona and I spilled our guts about James being Alex and Ashley’s biological father and my homosexual desires. Their reactions were nonjudgmental and we moved on. Mona gives them all letters from James telling them that he really did love them, but could not care for them the way that me and Mona could have. He also left them some money to start them off in college. I also let Li’l Shawn know about his mom’s death. He was surprisingly even-tempered about and gave me some reassurance as well. I was pleased that Sherry raised him the way she did.
Well, after all of that was finished I took a trip to the cemetery to visit my father’s grave and let him know how I felt about our relationship or non-relationship so to speak. I cried and forgave him and gave it up to God.
Yep, that’s the story up to now. It was rough, but we made it. I thought the drama was over but it wasn’t. My children moved away and started to get into some trouble themselves and as you will see I didn’t tie up all the loose ends like I thought I did. In this next chapter you will find out how my family and James’s family were changed by one man’s actions long before we met.
Get ready for another ride!
Prologue
 
Ashley
 
I was at the door turning the knob, when I heard what sounded like a gun click next to my ear. I turned to see it pointed right in between my eyes. “Bitch, where you think you going?” I saw him raise his hand and the pain of the butt of the gun hitting me in the head let me know this may not end too well. Then the room went black.
I woke up tied to a chair with a duct-taped mouth. My head was spinning and it was hard for me to focus. Once my vision started to become focused, I noticed that we were in a room alone.
“How does her pussy taste?” he asked me, inches away from my face. I blinked back tears, because I didn’t know what he was going to do to me. I was tied up and light-headed. He hit me again with the gun across my face.
Wham!!!
“Mmm!” I moaned in pain but he was unrelenting. He hit me again. The room started to spin again. It was spinning so bad that I thought I “saw a putty-cat.” I was just that dizzy.
“I can’t believe she was playing me with you.” He spit out a glob of spit onto my face. I felt it run down my cheek and hit me on my thigh.
Nobody knows I’m here and this crazy nut is about to take my head off. I don’t know where his wife was. I was hoping that he had not killed her in a fit of rage
. It wasn’t looking good as he keeps on going back and forth to the window. It was like he was expecting someone else to come.
“So all you do is straight pussy?” he asked me. I nodded yes.
“So you never tasted a real dick before?” I shook my head no.
“Well, today is your lucky day.” He laughed. I started to cry harder now because I didn’t want to be raped. I watched as he unbuckled his pants and pulled out his penis.
“Mmm ... mmm,” I moaned in fear while shaking my head side to side. He had a big dick for the size of a guy he was.
“You like that?” He slapped me in the face a couple of times with it. I could tell it was getting harder with every slap on the face.
“You like it?”
He yelled at me and slapped me harder with his penis. I nodded yes to appease him. “Well, you about to taste it.”
He ripped the tape off of my mouth with force that caused me to cry out. “Ahh.”
“Bitch, shut up!” He put the gun to my temple.
I hushed instantly.
“Open your mouth.” I hesitated and shook my head from side to side. My heart was pounding and my mind was racing.
He hit me with the gun again. “Bitch, I said open it.”
I obliged this time and opened my mouth. Salty, sweatiness is what I tasted as he pumped my face slowly. I was fighting for oxygen, because the girth of his dick filled my mouth. Even though I didn’t do dick per se, I wondered why his wife would be dipping out on all of this. An average woman didn’t just pass up on a dick like this. But, then
it
happened. He came. He was a one-minute brotha. Now I knew why she stepped out on him.
“Ahh ... mmm” He began to shake violently and pulled out until the tip of his penis was on my lips. Then I felt the warmness of his seed hit the roof of my mouth.
“Bitch, you betta swallow that shit.” He held my mouth closed to ensure that I did. I swallowed to assure him that the deed was done.
“Taste good?” he asked with his face inches from mine.
I silently nodded yes. He didn’t know I had stored his seed underneath my tongue. I was not swallowing shit. Before he could blink I had spit his own seed right back at him in his face.
“You swallow that shit!” I boldly said. I knew I was going to die, so why not go out with a bang.
“You, bitch!” He slowly wiped his face with his shirt. “You gonna die for that shit.” He stood up and aimed the gun.
In those few seconds as I watched him aim the gun at my head, my whole life flashed before me.
Chapter 1
 
Ashley
The Opportunist
April 1st 6:11
P.M.
 
“Look, Ms. Andrews.” I walked to her office door and closed it, so we could get the privacy
I
needed. “This is how this shit is going to work.”
It was after class and we were in her office. I was supposed to be “getting help” with my problems in her Physics 254-A class. Ms. Andrews, or Grace, is one of my college professors I was sexing on the regular. She was bugging out, talking about how she wanted out, but I was not having it.
“Grace, wouldn’t you lose your job if the dean of the school found out that you were exchanging grades for sex?”
Her face frowned up as to say “You wouldn’t?”
Little did she know, I wouldn’t, but she didn’t need to know that I wouldn’t say anything. It would ruin my plans. “And wouldn’t your husband be quite upset if he found out you were getting bent over by a student, moreover, a female student?
“Hmm ... I wonder how that would make him feel. Me, doing what he obviously couldn’t do right and finding out I was doing it better than he ever could.” I tapped my chin with my index finger, pretending to think. I watched the hamster on a wheel in her head try to come up with a way out. She didn’t have two legs to stand on.
“Ashley, do what you have to do.” She tried to act like the power was in her hands. “I will not stand for this any longer. I am feeling very uncomfortable with this situation and I want out.”
“Uncomfortable, huh?” I smiled, slyly walked around her desk, and moved close enough to her to whisper in her ear. “It wasn’t uncomfortable when you let me bend your ass over this desk yesterday night. You came right in my mouth, and now you sitting here pouting and whining about how you are ‘uncomfortable.’” She shivered and moaned in pleasure, as the thoughts of me going down on her from behind trickled down her spine. I was very good at what I did and she knew it.
“Y—yes ... That’s what I’m saying.” I had already moved my hand under her pleated, black, knee-length skirt, toward her kitty cat. She started to purr like one as I eased my hand in between her thighs and pried them open with my pinky and thumb.
“D—don’t do this ... no ... not now.” Her voice was sensuous and low. Her fight was growing weaker as I inched my fingers inside her and started to thumb her huge clit.
“Don’t fight it,” I whispered. “It won’t take long, promise.”
Her chair was on wheels, so I pushed it back far enough to fit under her desk and to get easier access to her sweet spot. The fight in her was now gone. I got comfortable on the floor, eased her legs over my shoulder, and pulled her closer to me. Moans escaped her mouth as I went in for the kill.
“Uh ... uhhhh,” Grace grunted like a beast. She sounded like she had something caught in her throat. It was an orgasm threatening to blow, I supposed. “That’s it—right—right—right—thereeee!” She sounded like a broken record as she came gushing all over my face. Her chest pumped up and down like a horse in a derby. She was trying to bring her breathing back down, but I went in again, not giving her a chance to breathe normal. I was going to show her who I was, again.
I was completely under her large red oak desk, when a knock on the door jarred us from our secret pleasure.
“Ah ... ah ... Who is it?” This bitch was about to give us the fuck away with her nervous shit. I squished myself underneath her desk far enough to not be seen at all.
“Professor Andrews,” I heard a familiar voice speak through the doors.
“Co—come in,” Grace answered with a pleasant, but shaken voice. Either her ass was scared that she was going to get busted or the nut I just gave her had her overwhelmed. I picked the latter, because I was just that good.
I heard the feet of a man come in, shut the door, and walk over to her. She pushed me even further under her desk. The chick had her knee in my throat and I was laboring to breath and not choke. I wanted to jab her in her gut, but decided against it.
“Hey, babe,” she spoke seductively to her husband. Yes, her husband was a professor too. I only fucked with the best. No less. Grades weren’t the only thing I was getting out of Grace. She was lacing my pockets with money pretty nicely too. I was only going for a couple hundred every so often. I wasn’t going to be a greedy extortionist. I needed everything to stay under the radar. I had the get-in and get-out attitude. Laziness will get a sister caught up. “How was your day?” she asked him.
“Good, but exhausting.” He breathed out a tired breath. The conversation labored on for about fifteen minutes or so before his tired ass decided to give us a break.
“Okay, honey. I’ll be out of here in a little while. Let me finish up some of these papers and I will see you when I get home.” I heard a kiss being exchanged, footsteps sloshing across the floor, and then the door closing.
“His big ass needs to be on a crack diet or something,” I said, pushing my way out from under her desk and straightening my clothes. I pulled a couple of tissues out of the box on her desk and wiped her juices off of my chin. “I see now why you let me give you the mouth dick.”
She shook her head in shame.
“What’s wrong?” I sat on the edge of her desk in front of her. I looked in her eyes and saw pain and hurt. “You are feeling bad about doing what we doing?” The question was rhetorical, but she nodded her head yes anyway.
“You are a fifty-three-year-old coward. Man ... the fuck ... up.” I looked at her like she was sickening to look at.
She hunched over in her chair and burst into tears. She must have thought that I was going to console her or something. That was for her husband to do, not me. She chose to live on both sides of the fence, now she had to learn how to be tough or hop her ass back over the fence. What she didn’t know was it was easier said than done. I was only nineteen, but knew all about it.
When I left home for college I thought I was done and over sexing women after fumbling the ball with Antoinette (Tony), but it was on when I got to UCLA; it all came flooding back again. Now I am living on campus across the country from my family. It’s just me and Alex, my twin brother, who was accepted here on a partial football scholarship. I was well out of control within the second year of arriving at college. At first, I tried to holler at some of the young chicks, but they just weren’t on my level mentally. I stumbled onto Grace off-campus at a bar on the other side of town. It was a seedy place that most undercover bi-curious women or men frequented. It wasn’t a gay bar, but it was a non-limits type of environment. Which meant anything goes.
Liquid Nights was its name and it was jumping every Friday night after midnight. It was a normal night.
“
It’s Not Right But It’s Okay”
by Whitney Houston was blasting and it was packed in the place. There was a mixed crowd of all types of men and women in the joint that night. I was sizing up the ladies in a dimly-lit corner as they walked in, trying not to be obvious, but more like copping a feel with my eyes as well. When Grace walked in, she was camouflaged with big glasses, blond wig, and her body was covered in a knee-length black trench coat. She immediately went to the bar for a drink. She looked around a little. I could tell it was her first time. She was a little jumpy as people walked by her. Several ladies approached her and I could see her turn them all away within seconds. She wasn’t going to be an easy pull. I knew this only after five minutes of observing her. She had a wall up and I had to be inconspicuous in chipping it away. Homosexuality for newbies is like jumping in freezing cold water; it’s a culture shock for the body because it’s not used to it, but after a while of swimming around, the body adjusts and gets used to the temperature. I was about to take her into the deep end.
I walked across the dance floor and through a throng of people. A few guys tugged at my clothes, showing interest in me. And why wouldn’t they? I was a good catch. I had on some tight silky black leggings, with a chocolate sweater dress that cupped my butt oh-so-right. I didn’t have a big bust, but my flowing hair, baby-doll face, and thick lips deflected the attention of most from that region anyway. I had on some shades, but I would lift them and give them a brief glare deep into their eyes letting them know, quickly, that it was hands off of me unless I invited them into my space. I was not a showgirl. I was a show-out girl. Trust. But, don’t get it twisted though. Dudes weren’t totally off of my list. They just weren’t at the top. I had evolved over the last couple of years and knew that I had to keep my options open.
“Can I get me a shot of Hpnotiq?” I sat down at the U-shaped bar and pretended I didn’t see Grace across the bar nursing what looked like soft drink. It let me know she was new at this.
“We Belong Together” by Mariah Carey started to play. And I decided to make my move. It was now or never. I grabbed my drink as soon as I saw the last person ease out of the seat next to her. They didn’t look too pleased. It was their loss and my gain.
“Hey, how you doing, beautiful?” I sat on the bar stool and lightly rocked to the melody of the music.
“I’m good.” She spoke plainly.
“Yes, all good.” I smiled. “It’s all about you tonight, I take it?”
“Huh?” she questioned.
“You look so beautiful. Most women that come to a club looking as good as you do, know that it’s going to be all about them the whole night they are out.”
“Well, that’s maybe true.” She took a sip of what she was drinking and looked around the club again. I took all of her in at close range real quick. She was well put together, for sure.
“Maybe? ... nahh ... You got it! All of it!”
“Thank you.” She smiled. For an older woman she was gorgeous. Almost flawless.
“So who broke your heart?” I asked.
“No one broke my heart.”
“You look like you lost your best friend.” I sipped on my drink and stared at her intently.
“No, I don’t do friends. They are too much trouble.” Again, she spoke in a low monotone. No umph to it at all.
“True that.” I nodded.
“Can I buy you another of what you are drinking? What is it that you are drinking?”
“Rum and Coke.”
I signaled the bartender and ordered her another drink.
“Thank you.” She smiled.
“No problem. There is
plenty
more where that came from,” I said, hoping she read between the lines.
After another ten minutes, she finally took her glasses off and I did the same. Both of our mouths hit the floor as we recognized each other in a place like this. All this time we were in class I thought she was giving me funny looks because I was not meeting up with the full requirements of the class. All the eye contact in class was her trying to figure out if she could trust me with her secret. I didn’t know. I would have made my move a lot faster. I also wanted to know how she knew about me. But, as I thought about it, I knew the saying “it takes one to know one” was very true in most cases—not all, but most.
“Ashley, I love my husband and my job, but I will not tolerate you belittling me.” She had the authoritative voice in full effect, but ask me if I cared. “Your little scare tactics don’t work on me.”
“Sure they don’t.” I walked back around to the front of her desk, opened my book bag, and pulled out several sheets of paper. I laid them on the desk in front of her and watched her stern face disintegrate right before my eyes.
“Wh—where did you get this from?” she fearfully quizzed me.
“Don’t worry about that. Just know that I have copies. Don’t make me use them.” I grabbed my bag and left her in her office to think about her next move.

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