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The more Anthony’s dick rubbed against Herschel’s stomach, the more excited they both became. “You ready?” Herschel asked,
penetrating as deep as he could.

“Fuck yes,” Anthony said, palming his strong masculine hands onto Herschel’s ass. Passionately Anthony extended his tongue
into Herschel’s mouth.

Exploding like fireworks, Herschel released himself inside Anthony. Semen flowed from Anthony’s dick onto their stomachs.
Motionless, Herschel’s body weighed heavily, relaxing on top of Anthony. Herschel was in a place where he didn’t have to guess;
he knew he was wanted. Anthony made him feel at peace. Herschel lay atop his lover and his friend, whispering inside his mind,
I love you, Anthony,
but the words never escaped his lips.

L
aissez les bons temps rouler
… Let the good times roll!

The Big Easy was oh so sleazy, and Lexington loved that shit!

He didn’t give a fuck about Donna tossing his phone in the bay. All of his information was backed up. In anticipation of the
accidental death or the premeditated murder of his personal property, Lexington stored in his safe at work a spare set of
keys to his house, the condo Nikki owned, and all of his cars. He had two brand-new iPhones with separate phone numbers, one
precharged and preprogrammed with all of his personal information ready for immediate use. One phone call and his main cell
phone number would replace either of the current cellular numbers. He’d bought three laptops, four business suits, and five
pair of shoes that were stored in his closet at work. Two travel suitcases—one for personal use, the other for business, both
loaded with toiletries, casual attire, and underwear—were always ready for him to take flight with short notice. Those were
the things Donna didn’t need to know about him.

Lexington was sufficiently prepared for “Hurricane Donna” and any other hurricane, tornado, or tropical storm headed his way.
He was always ahead of, yet never in the path of, the eye of the storm. Donna’s anger had stirred for three-plus years, secretly
gathering strength offshore in her fucked-up head. Finally, after whirling around and around, she’d gathered the courage to
hit him, scratch him, slap him in his face, and she came assured with a vengeance to make him do the right things. What Donna
had done to Lexington didn’t mean much to her. But he was furiously fuming, and unlike Hurricane Katrina that destroyed people’s
lives and livelihoods in New Orleans, and adversely impacted the world, Donna would live to regret what she’d wrecked. Their
marriage.

A lot of the important things every businessman should know and do, Lexington had learned from his boy Brian. Knowing basic
shit helped Lexington keep his cool. Donna thought he was going to freak-the-fuck-out over a damn phone? Her mistake. Lexington
would bet money that Donna didn’t have a backup for anything, not even her list of clients’ profiles and their orders. She’d
probably thought saving information to a USB and keeping the data in the same location as her computer was brilliant.

Seated in first class, looking out the window over the “Crescent City,” Lexington smiled. In less than an hour, he’d be holding
Nikki in his arms. He’d checked out a few local swingers clubs online in case Nikki wanted to venture out. It wasn’t Wednesday,
so Lexington didn’t have to dismiss going to the club on Gravier. It wasn’t local night, where local resident couples were
admitted free. He did not want any unexpected classmate reunions with a group of known voyeurs watching Nikki suck his dick.

Exiting Concourse C, taking the escalator to baggage claim, Lexington’s driver greeted him. “Hey, man, what’s up? You creeping
in town before sunrise to get laid or here on unofficial business?”

There was no use in Lexington being professional with his local clients, with his family, his driver, or his friends in and
from New Orleans. Nawlins natives spoke to everybody—from the preacher to the homeless—the same. Direct. Even the elderly
would curse anybody out without hesitation. But New Orleans was also home to the kindest and most hospitable citizens in the
world.

“This is all I have,” Lexington said, giving his driver his suitcase.

Following him to the limo, Lexington settled in, poured himself a shot of his favorite tequila, then phoned Nikki. “I’ll be
there in fifteen minutes. Have my pussy ready and waiting. I need to taste you,” he told her. “On second thought, get dressed.
Let’s take an after-midnight stroll along the Riverwalk and go to Café du Monde for some café au lait, beignets, and down-home
conversation, like we did when we were kids.”

Lexington wasn’t ready for Nikki to see his back all scratched. He’d have to explain to her what Donna had done—so Nikki wouldn’t
think some other woman had clawed him in the heat of passion. His eyes narrowed.
That’s exactly what Donna wanted Nikki to believe.

“Whew! That sounds great! See you in a few,” Nikki said.

What was that “whew!” all about?

Women. What man, other than his boy Brian, had figured out how to separate his emotions for his wife from his sexual encounters
with so many women? When Lexington divorced Donna, if he didn’t marry Nikki, he was never volunteering for a trip through
hell wearing gasoline drawers with any other woman. Marriage to the wrong woman was torture. With the exception of a few desperate
women, most women seemed loving and normal in the beginning, then turned to werewolves right before his eyes. From now on,
Lexington preferred the crazy ones. At least he knew what he was getting into from the beginning.

Texting Nikki,
I’m here,
Lexington told his driver, “Wait a minute” as the bellman removed the suitcase from the trunk.

“I got it, man,” Lexington said, taking his suitcase and rolling his bag to the elevators.

Nikki greeted him with a hug and a long, passionate kiss, then said, “How was your flight?” His scarred shoulders tensed as
she let go.

“The trip was good. You just don’t know how happy I am to see you,” he said, staring at her.

“You okay?” she asked, frowning.

“Now that I’m here with you, I’m great. You okay?” he asked eyeing the green wrap on Nikki’s head.

“Oh, this,” she said, patting her head as if she’d forgotten she’d wrapped her head. “Yeah, I’m good. Just having a bad hair
day,” she said, tugging the wrap over her ears.

“Bad hair day, my ass. Whoever fucked the shit out of you, I don’t want to know his name,” Lexington said, leaving his suitcase
in the foyer of Nikki’s suite.

“Man, go on, we’ll walk,” Lexington told his driver as they exited the hotel.

Holding hands, they strolled past Harrah’s casino over to Decatur Street, bypassing a few people along the Riverwalk. Thankfully,
no major events, like Mardi Gras, the All-Star Game, or Essence, were happening in town, or downtown would have been packed
with partiers this time of the morning. Pre-Katrina, every week some major organization had held its convention in New Orleans.
After the devastation, some of them had returned slowly. It was kind of nice experiencing a quieter side of the city. The
French Quarters, with the exception of new and newly renovated places, was barely impacted by the hurricane. Holding Nikki’s
hand and strolling through the Quarters reminded Lexington of his good days growing up.

“I can feel what you’re thinking,” Nikki said. “You know, we take so much for granted. Being here reminds me of how so many
of our family and friends lost everything. Lexington, we have to live and not be so attached to material things. We have to
accept life and death. Do you have any idea how many people were swept away in that river and never accounted for?”

“Nikki?”

“Yes.”

Lexington took a deep breath, then said, “I want you to marry me. I’m asking. Please don’t say no.”

Nikki smiled, then said, “Come with me,” leading him to the water. “Stand behind me.” Easing her pink dress over her hips,
she said, “Make love to me. Stick it in. I want to feel you make love to me like I’m your wife.”

Instantly the tone of Nikki’s beckoning voice made his dick hard. Glancing around, Lexington wasn’t worried about the tourists.
He feared Donna might jump out of a bush or come sailing out of a tree.

Glad Nikki had asked, Lexington stroked his enlarged dickhead over the opening of her pussy. The humidity clung to his sweaty
body. His head gradually penetrated Nikki’s hot, juicy, tight pussy. He figured the head wrap meant she’d been fucked already.
He was wrong. Taking his time, he inched his shaft inside her.

Lexington kissed the back of Nikki’s neck, while caressing her breasts. She shivered, then moaned, “Yes, baby. Don’t ever
stop loving me. One day, we will be together, baby. I will always love you.”

Was there a reason why he should stop loving Nikki? None he could think of. “Nothing could make me stop loving you,” he reassured
her. “You still haven’t answered my question.”

“I will, baby. I promise. Stroke my clit for me,” Nikki moaned, thrusting her ass toward him.

“Ou, yeah. Your clit is fat and wet. Damn, I need to taste you, Nikki. Turn around.”

Facing him, Nikki spread her legs. Lexington knelt in front of her, grazing his tongue between her lips. Slowly he sucked
her clit into his mouth. The sweet aroma of her pussy overpowered the stench of the muddy Mississippi River waters. Her dress
fell to his face, forming a tent over his nose. His hands cupped her ass, pulling her in closer.

“Yes, baby,” Nikki moaned, tilting her head backward.

Yes, what? She’d marry him? She was coming? What?

Lexington sucked in as much of her shaft as he could, held her precious pearl in his mouth, then danced his tongue on her
clit. Alternating, he scrubbed his taste buds on her clit creating friction, sucked her nice and firm, then slowly danced
the tip of his tongue on her clit until Nikki’s juices flowed in his mouth. He wanted to penetrate her with his middle finger,
but he hadn’t washed his hands since he’d landed. In her best interest, he resisted.

“Fuck… you,” Nikki grunted, stuffing her pussy in his mouth.

“That’s my girl. Let it go,” Lexington said. He patiently waited until Nikki was completely satisfied and she was the one
backing away first.

“You should taste what I’m tasting. Your pussy is incredibly sweet all the damn time.” Lexington stood, straightened her thong,
smoothed her dress over her hips, and French-kissed Nikki, soft and long. The residue from the humidity made his body feel
clammy.

Lexington said, “I’m hungry for some hot powder-covered beignets.”

“Me too,” Nikki agreed.

Continuing their stroll a short distance to underneath the green awning, Lexington pulled out one of the rod-iron chairs for
Nikki, then sat beside her. “Two café au laits and two orders of beignets,” he said to the server.

He wrapped his arm around Nikki’s shoulders. “You are so beautiful. Every day for us should be this good. I want you to be
mine.”

“I’m not so sure I want to rush into getting married again after I divorce Herschel. You’re not a woman, so you could never
see things my way, but as wonderful as you are to me, men are selfish. For no rational reasons, men expect women to submit
and accommodate them. Honestly, I think we would clash as wife and husband.”

“Don’t you mean husband and wife?” Lexington countered.

“My point exactly,” Nikki said, looking up at a young man standing in front of their table. She whispered, “Well, I’ll be
damned.”

“Hello,” he said. “Excuse me, I don’t mean to be rude, but I had to come over and speak. Hi, Dad.”

Nikki stared at Lexington.

Whoa, of all the times and places he could run into his son, why now? “Hey, son. How’s your mom?” Lexington said, not knowing
what else to honestly say.

“She’s good. We get your checks every month. Thanks,” his son said, dragging a chair to their table.

Shifting his eyes toward Nikki, Lexington didn’t want his son to stay. There went getting a yes to his proposal.

“So, is this what you wanted to tell me? I can look at him and tell he’s yours, but when were you going to tell me?” Nikki
asked, pretending she was calm. “How old are you, sweetheart?” Nikki asked him.

“Eighteen, ma’am,” he politely answered.

“Eighteen?” she repeated, looking at Lexington. “High-school graduation present? If you can keep something this major from
me, God only knows what other secrets you have. How could you do this?” Nikki asked, looking back toward his son. “What’s
your name?”

Damn, was she going to crash interview his son on the spot like that?

“My apologies. I should’ve introduced myself. My name is Lexington Lewis the second.”

Nikki frowned. “The what?” Raising her brows, Nikki extended her hand. “Pleased to meet you, Lexington the second. I’m Nikki
Henderson. Who’s your mother—?”

“Son, don’t answer that,” Lexington interrupted.

“Dad, I apologize. I didn’t mean to interrupt, but I was so happy to see you. Mom said you told her you can’t make it to my
graduation next week. I just wanted you to know I’m valedictorian and I earned a full scholarship to play football at USC.”
Tears fell from his son’s eyes. “Dad, please. Can’t you do this one thing for me? I know you’re done with my mom, but what
did I do to you? I’m your son. I need you in my life.”

With tears streaming down her cheeks, mucus sliding out of her nostrils, Nikki stood, wiped her face with a napkin, then sadly
said, “Nice meeting you, Lexington. Good-bye,” then quietly walked away.

Her good-bye seemed intended for both of them.

J
ust when you think you know a man, God shows you that you don’t know him at all. Nikki took Lexington’s suitcase down to the
concierge for him to pick up, went back to her room, and texted him,
Why?

He had the audacity to ask her to marry him, and although she hadn’t given him an answer, she was seriously considering saying,
“Yes, Lexington. I will marry you.” That was before she learned about his son.