Line Of Scrimmage (15 page)

“Yes
I’m seeing someone. Mason is in my past.” I don’t know why I felt the need to make this clear. I had regained my composure. I was back to myself. My tears had dried up and there were no more flowing anytime soon.

“I
’m delighted to hear that. I will continue to keep my eye on Trey while he’s at school and gave him the best education I have to offer.”

“Thank you
.” I didn’t know what else to say.

“It’s no problem. Trey is a great kid. He kind of reminds me of Mason.”

What a strange thing for her to say. I don’t think she meant anything by it though. Trey obviously was not Mason’s son.

I snapped back into where I actually was. I was at Mrs. Pyrcik’s funeral. There were so many people in tears. The Principal was rubbing the corners on his eyes with a balled up Kleenex. It was odd seeing a six foot five inch tall man crying. The school librarian was a terrible mess.

The Vice-Principal was sitting next to me. I offered her tissue while she wept into the obituary. There was a picture of Mason
inside the elaborate color obituary. It was of Mason as a child in a Spiderman costume sitting in his mother’s lap. He was so cute with his big blue eyes and huge smile. He looked so happy.

I wasn’t su
re if I should let Trey view her body. I had discussed it with him yesterday. He said he wanted to see her and say goodbye but he’s only seven. I still wasn’t sure about it. If some of the other parents let their kids view her open casket I would maybe do the same.

This was really
sad. I had been to see Mrs. Pyrcik quite a few times since our talk in October. She was nice to me even though I slept with her married son. She asked me to be cashier at the school book fair and I did it. She asked me to volunteer for picture day and I did it. I even helped out at the class Christmas party. The office staff, the Principal and the other teachers knew me at the school. It was almost like Trey was her favorite student and I was the favorite parent. Mrs. Pyrcik had even met my boyfriend Jack at the winter concert. This was surreal. She was dead. She was Mason’s mother.

I hadn’t seen Mason. He was sitting up front and I hoped he was okay. I did see his brother Mike come in carrying a small little girl.

The funeral was elegant and classy. Mrs. Pyrcik’s co-workers and friends had so many kind words. No one in her family ever went to the podium to speak. I think they were taking it pretty hard. I hope Mason is okay. After the last speaker it was time for the final viewing of the body. Some of the kids were being escorted by their parents to view Mrs. Pyrcik’s body.

Trey was really brave
. He grabbed my hand and pulled me to follow his classmates. My legs were a wobbly mess. I wiped the one tear from my face. I held Trey’s hand as he led me to the front of the church. When I reached the front I saw Mason in the front pew. His head was bowed down. Good, if I saw him hurt I might burst out in tears. Tess was rubbing his back. Mike was sitting next to Tess with a pretty brunette woman at his side. I assume his wife. When Mike made eye contact with me he whispered something in the pretty woman’s ear.

That felt weird. Trey and I were at the caske
t. We both looked in at Mrs. Pyrcik. She looked peaceful, sleep but very pale. We moved along as there was a long line of people in front of us and behind us. We made it back to our seats and all I could think about was Mason. God, he’s really taking this hard. My heart hurts; I can’t believe his pain still affects me this much. I can’t believe that after all this time I still love him.  

*****

After a long line of substitute teachers, Trey got a permanent teacher.  Even though no one at the school knew the extent of the relationship I had with Mrs. Pyrcik the staff just assumed I would continue to help out. I did the best I could but it was different now.

The good thing was that Trey was still treated well. He was still a f
avorite student because Mrs. Pyrcik had put the word out and I was always at the school. Some of the parents thought I was an assistant teacher. Having Jack’s income in my house meant I didn’t have to work as much. I had time to help out at the school.

Jack and I were getting really serious. Well he was getting really serious with me. I really cared about Jack. He was perfect, generous, loving and charming. My mother loved him
to death. He even went to the gym and took kickboxing classes with my brother. I knew Jack hated that Mason kicked his ass that one time and he was determined to learn how to fight. I told my brother why Jack was so determined to learn to box and we laughed about it. Two white men fighting over me, I never would have thought it possible.

Mason had ruined me
with his love. He had fucked my mind, body and spirit. I loved Jack in a way but it didn’t have that infinite burning intensity I felt with Mason.

Life goes on and thinking about the past didn’t do me any good. Jack had taken Trey and Caleb to the arcade and I was home alone.
I was in my bedroom, now our bedroom watching TV. I had to catch up on the episodes of
Love and Hip Hop Atlanta
that I had missed.

Joseline Hernandez had just slapped the taste out of Stevie J’s mouth when I heard my doorbell ring. I hit the pause button. Geez I bet it’s the Jehovah Witnesses.

I ran down the stairs to peek at who was at my front door. I looked out the peephole. I opened the front door and there stood a white lady I think I recognized. At first I thought she was my neighbor. She was average height with a slender build. She had dark brown hair and these familiar blue eyes. It took me a minute to realize she was the woman from the funeral, the woman that was sitting next to Mike, the woman he whispered to when he saw me.

“Hello.” She said as I eyed her
suspiciously.

“Hello, can
I help you?”

“
Hope so, I wanted to talk to you. You’re Kari right?”

“Yeah, what’s this about
?”

“Mason.”
She blurted a name I hadn’t heard in a while.

I frowned. I couldn’t help it. I hadn’t seen or heard from Mason in months. The last time I
laid eyes on him was his mother’s funeral. He was so distraught I don’t think he even noticed me. More importantly I hadn’t had relations with him since he dropped in on me months before that. That was last year.

“Mason Rizza.” I shrugged.

The woman gives me a familiar smirk. “Yeah, I’m Karen. Mason’s sister. Can I come in?”

Authors Note

Hi there
readers I am Lolah Lace. That was
Line Of Scrimmage
, book two in my
Balls To The Walls
Erotica Series. I hope you enjoyed it. Writing Erotica is fun and extremely challenging. This is a new journey for me as a writer.
Let’s Play Ball
was my debut erotic novella. I’m happy to say that it was well received and a bit controversial. Sure some of the sex scenes are a bit raunchy but they are authentic. One central theme in this series is realism. I’m trying to keep it real, keep it one hundred. You get the picture. I could go way off into left field (no pun intended) but I really want these books to convey actions that could really happen to regular folks like you and me. I love writing in a male voice. I actually think I write better in the male first person narrative. If you were wondering if I will ever write more through Kari’s perspective, the answer is hell yeah. I actually have ideas and partial outlines for four more books. I’m not sure I will continue to write that many books but you definitely can count on book three in the series. The third book in the series entitled
Full Court Press
is due out at the end of October. I will try to make the third book longer.
Line of Scrimmage
is approximately 10,000 words longer than
Let’s Play Ball
. 

Thank you for your purchase. I look forward to reading your reviews. Please take the time to leave one. All heartfelt reviews are greatly appreciated. 

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