God Don't Play. Mary Monroe

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СКАЧАТЬ Kids grow up a lot faster than they did when you were young.”

      Jade’s comments made my thoughts wander but not in a pleasant direction. It seemed like I’d never been “young.” I had spent my childhood dealing with things that a lot of adults wouldn’t have been able to handle. I pursed my lips and shook my head as Jade continued.

      “Sex is not what it used to be, Auntie.” She had a way of representing herself that made me feel like I was the child and she was the adult. “You ought to know that by now.”

      “Sex is no different now than it was a hundred years ago. As far as I know, people are still doing it the same way,” I said, swallowing hard. I wondered what Jade would say if I told her I’d had my first sexual encounter at the age of seven. Even though it had been rape, sex was still sex. “There is just a lot more of it going on,” I scoffed.

      “Well, everybody is doing it,” Jade insisted, with a moan that made me blush.

      “Not everybody, Jade,” I said sadly. “There are people my age who still have a hard time dealing with sex.” And I was one of them. I tolerated sex, even when it was good. If I had not married such a patient and passionate man, I’d have kept my legs closed for the rest of my life. “And for the record, a lot of men don’t care if we enjoy it or not. As long as they get what they want out of it…”

      “Boo hoo,” Jade sneered. She paused and let out a giggle. “That’s why they make vibrators,” she practically sang.

      I let out a disgusted sigh, making sure it was loud enough for her to hear. “Where are you?” I asked, hoping she could tell how impatient and exasperated I was. I didn’t even like to discuss sex with my doctor, my husband, or my adult female friends—let alone a youngster like Jade.

      There was a lot of noise in the background on Jade’s end. Car horns blasting, people yelling, dogs barking. The train tracks that divided Richland into almost two equal parts were just a mile from my house. I could hear the train whistle blowing from my end and from Jade’s. It gave me an eerie feeling because I didn’t like trains. Every time I saw or heard one, it reminded me of the segregated train that my mother and I had been forced to ride on when we moved from the South to Ohio. If I couldn’t travel by plane when I had to go out of town, I either drove my car or I took the bus.

      “I’m at a pay phone right outside the train station. Listen, I’ll be there in a few minutes to pick up my package. If my mom happens to drop by, don’t let her see it! And please don’t open it!”

      CHAPTER 3

      I was standing in my doorway when Jade stumbled up on my front porch ten minutes later. She paused and roughly wiped the soles of her brown suede boots on my well-worn welcome mat.

      “Auntie, what are we going to do about that stray dog who likes to leave his calling cards all over your yard? Eeeow! My boots are practically ruined! And how am I going to get rid of this unholy stench?” she asked, screwing her face up like she was in pain.

      Jade gently brushed past me and entered my living room, her huge green eyes darting from side to side. She crept across the floor like a burglar, her long black hair swaying down her back like a horse’s tail.

      Jade worshipped her body and so did a lot of the horny little boys she ran around with. She liked to show it, and she liked to share it. She had on a snug-fitting, pale pink halter top that didn’t even come close to hiding the nipples on her firm, perky breasts. Her jeans were ripped on both knees and on the sides of her crotch. And if the rips were not provocative enough, the jeans were so tight I could see the split in her busy little pussy.

      “I’ll get some warm water and some rags for your boots before you leave,” I offered, following Jade to my sofa, wondering how she could breathe in such tight clothing. I didn’t have a problem with females wearing sexy clothes. I wasn’t even jealous. But I had a problem with the ones who chose to “advertise” and then complained when men came on to them.

      “I would have been here before now, but this dirty old man who was waiting to use the pay phone tried to pick me up,” Jade complained. She rolled her eyes, but I rolled mine even more.

      “Oh, really? I wonder why,” I said with a smirk. I lifted the package addressed to Jade off my coffee table and handed it to her. With wide, anxious eyes, she snatched it out of my hand so hard the wrapping ripped in several places. Just like her jeans.

      I don’t know why Jade had ordered me to not open her package. She finished opening it right in front of me. I almost fainted when she shook out the long, plastic battery-operated vibrator. It was curved on one end like a sword. And from the size of it, I decided that it probably felt like one, too. I didn’t want to think that a petite young female like Jade required such an ominous-looking device.

      “Girl, you ought to be ashamed of yourself!” I exclaimed. I looked around my living room to make sure my nine-year-old daughter, Charlotte, had not snuck into the room. She was also a sneaky little devil, a habit she had picked up from Jade. “Do you really need that damn big-ass thing?” I hissed, hands on my hips.

      Jade blinked and looked at me like I was speaking Greek.

      “It’s for a friend, Auntie. I babysit for her. You know that White girl Jimmy Lipton met and married when the navy sent him overseas? The girl with the buck teeth? Poor Jimmy. What a shame! Married to a girl who looks like a talking mule!” Jade paused and shook her head. “I know the boy could have done better. He’s no Eddie Murphy, but he didn’t have to settle for such a dull frump. Especially with all those pretty girls up for grabs down there in Australia where he’s stationed now.” Jade paused just long enough to sniff and catch her breath. “I feel so sorry for that poor girl, too. A plain Jane like her never learned how to look out for herself in an emergency. Anyway, me and a couple of my friends put our money together to buy this for her,” Jade said, holding the vibrator up in front of my face, shaking it back and forth like a pendulum.

      “Did this girl ask you and your friends to buy this thing for her?” I asked. I gave Jade a puzzled look before I frowned.

      “No,” Jade said with an indifferent shrug.

      “Well, don’t you think that giving somebody something like this, when they didn’t ask for it, might offend them?”

      “Why?”

      “Maybe she’s not into things like this, Jade,” I said, nodding toward the vibrator, glaring at it now like it was a bomb. “I would scream if somebody gave me one of these damn things,” I added with a shudder.

      “You’d scream? That’s right.” Jade nodded vigorously, clapping her hands like a seal. “That’s the right idea, Auntie. That’s what it’s supposed to make a woman do,” Jade said in a voice too serious for a child of her age. I gave her a horrified look and my mouth dropped open, but before I could speak again, Jade continued. “Oh, I don’t have to worry about offending Plum. See, she’s from France so she’s very broadminded.”

      Jade unzipped her yellow canvas backpack, designed by a European designer with a name I couldn’t pronounce. In addition to a platinum American Express card in her own name, the yellow backpack was one of the things that she never left home without. With a loud sniff, and the tip of her tongue parked in the corner of her mouth, she stuffed the vibrator into the backpack. Her eager eyes shone like diamonds.

      “If you want one, let me know. I can get the next one for half price,” Jade said with a giggle and СКАЧАТЬ