Loose Ends (11 page)
Authors: Electa Rome Parks
“Hey, baby. That traffic was horrible,” she said, bending down to give me a quick peck on the cheek.
“Come here, girl, and give me a real kiss,” I said playfully.
This time, I gave her a real kiss with tongue and all, and I made a point of patting her ass before she sat down beside me in our booth. I could feel the drooling tongues and lustful eyes.
I smiled. “Me and your room of admirers think you look great today.”
“What admirers?”
“Look around, baby. Check ’em out. Don’t you see the salivating tongues lying on the floor? See, I told you, you aren’t observant at all.”
Kree looked around and just blushed.
“Well, they can look, but they can’t touch. Only you.”
“And it had better stay that way,” I said in all seriousness as I looked deep into her eyes.
I caught the look in Kree’s eyes that said she realized I was serious. She coughed and looked down.
I signaled to the waiter when we were ready to order. He quickly took our orders, because I knew what we wanted. This was supposed to be one of the best Cuban restaurants in the area. I’d eaten here twice before and the food was excellent.
“Did you honor my request?”
“What request are you referring to, baby?” Kree asked, playfully rubbing my arm.
“My request from my last phone call less than an hour ago. How soon we forget.”
“I’m sorry, but I did forget; refresh my memory. Come on, talk to me, baby.”
“Oh, you want to play games, Kree?” I asked in mock anger.
“No, baby, just give me a hint.”
“Okay, come closer and I’ll whisper it in your ear.”
Kree slid over closer to me.
I bent down and moved her hair away from her ear. “I requested that my beautiful wife indulge me in my fantasy.”
“Go on, I’m listening.” She grinned a seductive smile.
“I asked that my wife leave the underwear at home and show me her pussy, since I haven’t seen it in over a week.”
“Oh, I see. Is it your wife’s fault that you’re too tired every night? All you want is sleep. Is that her fault?”
“No, baby, it isn’t.”
“All work and no play makes Brice a dull boy.”
“I know, baby.”
“Well, I have a surprise for you.” She slid over closer to me and caressed my face. “Oops, I dropped my fork; be a gentleman and pick it up for me.”
I smiled and bent down to reach under the table to retrieve her fork.
“Do you like what you see?”
“Looks like paradise to me.”
She slowly inched her dress up and spread her legs. She’d honored my request after all. “Well, pick up my fork and come back to the table, because our waiter is on his way over,” she anxiously stated.
I picked up her fork and slid back next to Kree just as our waiter arrived with our entrées. Kree and I both looked at each other and burst out laughing. The Cuban waiter looked from one to the other like we were both escaped lunatics from the local nuthouse. After he left, we enjoyed our lunches, chatted and, every now and then, we’d look at each other and burst out laughing all over again.
After lunch, I did something I hadn’t done in years. Kree had turned me on so much that I couldn’t go back to work yet. I drove her over to a nearby park and found a secluded spot, which was easy, since it was the middle of a workday. I leaned her against an oak tree, pulled up her dress, and handled my business until I got enough of what I’d been missing.
Kree
Okay, I’m bored silly. My life has to consist of more than exercising, trips to the mall and gym, watching TV, playing Miss Homemaker and pleasing Brice at night. Speaking of Brice, he’s happy, very happy. He’s following his dreams, and things are quickly coming together. However, sometimes I feel that his dreams don’t involve or include me. I feel like I’m losing him.
When we first moved to Georgia, things were cool because Brice spent more time with me. He drove me around, helped me to learn my way around the city and get a feel for Southern living. I had my own personal tour guide. So I never had the opportunity to be bored, but now . . . now I’m bored.
Brice is never home, yet he expects me to be here at his beck and call. He always has me running around doing errands for him: Pick up this, call this person, check on this. I feel like his glorified secretary instead of his wife.
In Germany, I had things to do because the American wives of the marines stuck together. Some of those women became like sisters to me, and I loved their children dearly. I still kept in touch with a few of them.
I want to do something with dance. There are several studios and clubs that need dance instructors. Even though it’s just part-time, the manager of the gym where I work out asked me to teach an aerobics class. I know Brice is going to say no at first, but he has to understand how bored I am and allow me to work. It’s only part-time, and I’ll be here in the evening when he arrives home. It shouldn’t be a problem.
Believe it or not, Brice actually arrived home a little early today, and I was ready. I had prepared one of his favorite meals: smothered pork chops and baked potatoes with green beans and a Caesar salad on the side. I had even gone out and picked up a chocolate chip cheesecake from Mick’s.
I had already showered and sprayed on his favorite perfume. My hair was loose, in small curls. I had on my sexiest lingerie with a matching robe and slippers. Maybe some of Mother’s conversation was rubbing off on me, because I was trying to use my womanly wiles to get my way.
Things started out smoothly. When Brice walked in the door, I met him with a deep, passionate kiss. I know I looked good, because a lustful look immediately appeared on his face. I handed Brice a glass of wine and told him to undress. I had a hot bath ready and waiting for him. Brice just looked at me with raised eyebrows and walked down the hallway.
I followed him into our bedroom. He started to take off his clothes and commented that dinner smelled good. Once in the bathroom, I sat on the toilet seat and watched as he undressed his magnificent body. Brice’s body is gorgeous; I could sit and just stare at it all day. When he flexed to pull off his shirt, I saw his bulging muscles, and when he pulled down his pants and the underwear came off, his jimmy was semi-erect.
After Brice got in the tub, I sat on the edge and washed his back in gentle circular motions. I made my first mistake by asking him about the job before he was fully relaxed. He hadn’t even finished his first glass of wine.
“No, Kree, absolutely no. Hell no,” Brice screamed.
“Tell me one good reason why not, baby?” I whimpered.
“Kree, when we first married, I told you I didn’t want a wife who worked,” Brice screamed. He finished bathing himself and prepared to get out of the tub.
“Oh, I didn’t know it was set in stone. I didn’t know it was a legal, binding agreement. Anyway, this isn’t like really working. It’s only teaching a class a few hours a day. I’d be home before you got here.”
Brice wrapped a large purple towel around his waist and began to rub lotion all over his body, ignoring me.
“You should be glad I’m contributing to the household fund. It’s going to be tight until the business is up and running,” I cried, still trying to make my case.
“Kree, let me worry about the money and providing for our household. You don’t worry about it. The change you’d make from that place wouldn’t make or break us,” Brice hissed as he continued to look at himself in the mirror. He began to brush his teeth. “Anyway, I don’t want my wife working half-naked around all those horny men who are in and out of that place.”
By now I was standing behind him with my arms wrapped around his waist and my head resting on the center of his back. I made sure my breasts brushed up against him a couple of times.
“Baby, mostly women take the class.”
Brice spat out the mint-flavored toothpaste and rinsed out his mouth with water.
“I don’t care. You’re not doing it. I knew this whole setup was so you could get something out of me.”
“It wasn’t even like that, baby. I just want to make you happy. You’re never home now, and I wanted tonight to be special and relaxing for you.”
“Whatever, Kree. Today has not been a good day. It’s been setback after setback. So coming home and listening to your damn mouth is not helping matters,” Brice said as he massaged his creased forehead.
I made my second mistake of the evening. “But Brice . . .” I started to say.
“Kree, didn’t I tell you to shut the fuck up? What part of that don’t you understand?”
“I know that this—”
What happened next took place in slow motion. Brice turned around and grabbed me by the shoulders and slammed me into our bathroom wall. “N-O, Kree. I said
no
and I don’t want to hear another muthafuckin’ word about it. Do you understand me or do I have to make you understand?”
no
and I don’t want to hear another muthafuckin’ word about it. Do you understand me or do I have to make you understand?”
I just stood there, shaking like a leaf and staring at him in disbelief.
“Kree,
do you understand me
? Answer me!”
do you understand me
? Answer me!”
By now, his towel had fallen to the tiled bathroom floor and his nakedness was pressed up against me. I felt totally violated. I couldn’t get my brain to tell my vocal cords to speak the words he wanted to hear.
“Kree, I’m going to ask you one more time if you understand me. I suggest you answer me,” he barked with fury in his glazed eyes. He held my chin in a viselike grip and forced me to look at him.
“Yes, Brice, I understand,” I whimpered, starting to cry uncontrollably.
“Don’t start that crying, Kree. You know I hate that shit! Damn, I didn’t need this tonight!” Brice let go of my chin and bent down to pick up his towel. “Now clean up your face. When you come out, fix my plate.”
I got a warm washcloth to rinse my tears away and noticed the beginnings of small bruises on my shoulders. I forced myself to stop crying before Brice came back with all his fury.
“Kree, I’m hungry! I’m waiting for you to fix my plate,” Brice shouted from the next room.
I jumped at the sound of his voice.
“Kree?”
“I’m coming, Brice. Just a minute.”
When I made it to the kitchen, I had securely wrapped my robe around my gown and I couldn’t look at him. I proceeded to fix his plate while Brice sat at the table and read the newspaper. No words were exchanged, no apologies exclaimed.
I placed his hot plate in front of him and was getting ready to leave. “You’re not eating?”
“I’m not hungry.” I looked at the floor and bit my nail down further.
“Come on, baby, sit down and eat with me.” He folded up the paper and placed it to the side.
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