When Somebody Loves You Back. Mary B. Morrison

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СКАЧАТЬ a not so warming house visit. After Jada got over being pissed, they were friends again. How long would their friendship last this time, considering Candice was temporarily living in Jada’s house, secretly writing part two of Jada’s life? Tapping the keys, Candice continued:

      The empty twenty-count blue Viagra tablets he’d hid in his office drawer weren’t used for my womanly pleasure. He’d found the sexual stamina to stick his dick in another woman, but he couldn’t, or wouldn’t, make love to me. He was eager to sign the divorce papers until the doctor told him his prostate cancer had spread and they had to operate immediately. What’s my obligation to stay with a two-timer? I’m clear. I have none. But I do have a conscience. I won’t leave him while he’s down, but after the surgery, she can have him.

      Candice sighed. “This is too boring. I’ma have to throw in some cussing to sell this one. Let’s see,” she said, backspacing, then revising:

      That muthafucka emptied a twenty—you hear me?—a twenty-count of Viagra on that stank-ass bitch. If his sorry ass wasn’t dying I swear I’d kill that dead-dick bastard! Twice!

      Anger was better, Candice thought, mesmerized by the fading sunrays.

      Jada always had one man on her arm and another on her charm bracelet dangling from her wrist. The ten years she was married to Lawrence, Wellington was in the background. Once Jada married Wellington, Lawrence disappeared and Darryl bopped side to side, doo-wopping as backup, waiting to sing lead in her chorus.

      One man at a time was Candice’s style. Terrell wasn’t that bad in the beginning. They’d still be married if she’d been woman enough not to let him change her. Candice never found peace with wanting but not having a child. Terrell didn’t want kids. Too late now, premenopause and a baby who’d stare at her for crying, yelling, snapping, swearing, and forgetting things would drive Candice crazy.

      Not so long ago, Candice remembered her husband was her life. In many ways, having Terrell was like having a child and an overprotective father. At first marriage was kinda cute, him telling her what to do. That chauvinistic shit got real old, really quick, but she hung in there till they damn near hanged one another with misery. Candice thought when, he left her, she’d fall apart. Wrong. She didn’t lift him up to put herself down. Surprisingly the second his shadow walked out the door, the sun seemed brighter. So was her spirit. Like before she’d gotten married, Candice felt stress-free. The days of him telling her how to dress, “Cover your breasts. Take off that skirt. You’re not leaving this house looking like that,” were gone.

      Like what? A sexy male magnet? The way she used to dress when he met her, wearing a peach minidress. But he could bare his masculine chest or muscular thighs whenever he desired, saying, “You know, baby, it’s different for a man.” And he had no problem being admired by women. Because of her, he’d made a great career move after their divorce that guaranteed him access to more pussy than he could eat. Terrell went from modeling to acting; she’d bartered with the casting company and secured him a supporting role in Soul Mates Dissipate.

      Candice was happy for her ex, happier for herself. Thankful that over the years she’d respected her body by exercising, eating healthy foods, sleeping six to eight hours a day. She’d aged gracefully. Single, available, with no intentions of remarrying, she knew she was sexy and thanks to her girlfriend’s never-a-boring-moment life, she had an eight-figure bank account and the waterfall house to cushion her divorce. Nice landing.

      Tap, tap.

      The finger mouse centered on the dash. Click. The screen faded to black. Candice minimized her document, closed the laptop, picked up The Guide to Becoming a Sensuous Black Woman by Miss T, then answered, “Come, in.”

      Peeping her head through the door, Jada asked, “What are you doing?”

      “Just reading this book on how to seduce a man. Nothing you’d be interested in,” Candice said, parting the pages.

      Smiling, Jada moved closer. Slyly Candice propped her elbow on her laptop.

      Glancing at the book, Jada said, “You right. I need one on how to unseduce your husband. Do you mind going to the store? Wellington wants some more snacks.”

      Candice stood. “Sit down for a while.”

      Massaging Jada’s neck and shoulders, Candice said, “You are tense.”

      Jada rotated her head, neck, and shoulders. “Um, that feels so good. Thanks, girl.”

      “How’s he doing?” Candice asked, not giving a damn because Wellington’s sorry ass didn’t want Jada to leave his side for more than five minutes at a time.

      Candice gave up on investing her energy into finding a faithful man who was honest, considerate, loving, good-looking, and wealthy. If a man had three good qualities, she’d take him for what he was worth. How long he stayed with her depended upon when or if he became useless. Candice pressed her thumbs into Jada’s muscles.

      Jada sighed. “Not good. He’s in a lot of pain. I’m glad he’s checking into the hospital soon, because he’s wearing me out and not the way I’d like. All he wants to do is watch television, kiss me to death, and rub on my titties like he’s doing something.”

      “Like this,” Candice said, groping her hands on Jada’s shoulders.

      Laughing, Jada said, “Exactly. He works me all up for nothing because he doesn’t want to lick my pussy, and I’m tired of playing with her to entertain him. Girlfriend, I’m too young for this sexual frustration. There’s nothing wrong with my pussy.”

      Candice thought, First it was beer, now snacks. Couldn’t he make a list? replying, “You know how I feel. Get some dick lined up on the side. You’ll be well within your right, and ain’t shit he can do from a hospital bed.”

      Standing, Jada said, “I can’t be like him. I can’t cheat on my husband for the sake of having sex. I have to love the man I’m with.”

      “You’re delirious. That’s why I’m here. For you.” To write all this shit down so next time Jada got a man, probably Darryl, she wouldn’t forget.

      Jada lived a fairy-tale kind of life, suppressing reality to suit her beliefs. Jada could watch her screwed-up life on the big screen and think it was somebody else’s, claiming, “I could never do…”

      Candice continued, “Whatever you need me to do, just tell me. And I want you to know, being here has helped me get over Terrell,” she lied, then told the truth, “and I am going to help you get over Wellington.” Candice had emotionally divorced Terrell years before he’d left.

      Shaking her head, Jada said, “I shouldn’t complain. I’m not trying to get over Wellington.”

      Damnit, Jada, stop lying to yourself! Whenever Candice tried to get Jada to leave Wellington, Jada defended Wellington every single time. “I should stop off at Darius’s house and see if any wedding gifts arrived. They may be sitting outside.”

      “Huh, what? Oh yeah. Good idea. The keys are on the key rack in the kitchen.”

      “If Wellington thinks of anything else, call me, girl.” Candice supported Jada, not Wellington, and no matter how many errands Wellington sent her on, she’d go, and she’d return. At least he couldn’t accuse her of cock-blocking.

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