Marriage Mayhem (26 page)

“Who is it?” yelled Jermaine, from the sofa. There were empty beer cans and bottles of liquor scattered about. The house needed immediate attention, but that was the least of Jermaine's issues. Because he did not open any windows or doors, there was a foul smell, which came from the combination of dirty dishwater, fish, and chicken grease sitting on the stove, and the overfilled waste basket sitting in the kitchen.

“Jermaine, open up, it's your father-in-law.”

Damn,
thought Jermaine.
Oh well, whatever.

Jermaine found no use to try to straighten up the house, nor did he try to pull himself together. He did not have time to do either. He trotted to the restroom and took a rapid appraisal of himself, and realizing how bad he looked, he quickly thought,
Damn. I look like a downtown bum.

Entering Jermaine's home, Mr. Siordia glanced around, observing the empty liquor bottles and beer cans. He frowned to the foul odor and decided to stand instead of seating himself.

Unashamedly, Jermaine grabbed a liquor bottle that only contained a corner and turned it up, and then seated himself on the sofa.

“Everyone thought that you had dropped off the face of this earth, Jermaine,” said Mr. Siordia, standing next to the big screen.

“I feel like I have, Mr. Siordia. I feel like I don't want to live anymore, but you wouldn't understand what I'm talking about. I apologize for not coming by to see my son, but I just don't want him in my presence at the time,” Jermaine explained, and then walked to the fridge and grabbed another beer. He popped open the beer, took a long swallow, and then began pacing the floor while talking. Mr. Siordia silenced himself to let Jermaine vent.

“Now that we finally have a chance to have a one-on-one, I'd like to say a thing or two, that is if you don't mind, Mr. Siordia.” Jermaine's voice raised a few notches. There were a few things he wanted to get off his chest.

“I know that you didn't like me when you first met me, because I was black. You only accepted me because your daughter loved me, and that you had no other choice but to accept me. You could not accept the fact of a black man sleeping with your daughter, but realizing that no matter how much you didn't approve of it, your daughter was not going to stop seeing me because we were in love. You see, Mr. Siordia, I had a precious daughter also. That's how I can relate to your feelings. It killed me when I found out that my daughter was having sex, and not just having sex, but having sex with an older guy. My first thought was to go and kill the muthafucka, but after giving it some deep, sound thought, hell, what was the use? The next day or maybe even the same night they were gonna find a way to be together. I couldn't play security guard over her body, so what I decided to do was to educate her on young men. Till this day, I can say that enlightening my daughter's mind paid off because I only have one grandchild and he's by the man that she married. My daughter rests in peace now, but at least I can say that I did my job in raising her well and respectful.” Jermaine then took another long gulp and continued pacing. Mr. Siordia began talking.

“I sympathize with you, Jermaine, about your daughter and all, but actually that's irrelevant to this matter. It seems to me that you've given up on life, son, and that's a bad thing to do. Sylvia would not have wanted that, and I'm sure that you don't want your son growing up hearing that his father was a loser and a drunk. And you're right about my not approving of you in the beginning, but as time passed and hearing my daughter continually tell me how much she loved you, I grew to love you as if you were my own son. What you're doing, Jermaine, is destroying your mind and your body. This is definitely not the solution to your situation. Believe me, my Sylvia is in heaven watching you this very moment. Do you think she's pleased with the way you have chosen to carry on?”

Digesting Mr. Siordia's words, Jermaine calmly and thoughtfully seated himself.

“I'm sorry, Mr. Siordia.” He began crying. “I'm so sorry. Please understand that Sylvia was all I had in this world. She was the only woman who ever understood me and respected me and truly loved me. She was the only woman that listened to me about everything. I miss her, I miss her so damn much it hurts. Why did God take away the one thing that I loved the most? Why? She was my life-support system, she was the queen of my soul, she was the only woman who ever said she loved me and actually meant it. She was my—” He began crying even louder.

Mr. Siordia approached him, then seated himself next to him.

“Son, I know you're hurt, because you loved Sylvia and so did I. After all, she was my daughter. But now you need to pull yourself together for the sake of your son, and more so to demonstrate to Sylvia and to yourself that you are strong enough to keep going forward in life regardless of what happened. When a tragedy occurs in one's life, son, it's time to be fervent and strong in order to deal wisely with situations and circumstances. You are family, Jermaine, and we all love you just as Sylvia loved you. Please, be strong, son, and get yourself back on the right track.” Mr. Siordia then embraced Jermaine with a hug, and then afterward he shook his hand and left.

Immediately after Mr. Siordia had left, Jermaine took a long, hot bath and then decided to take a nice, long shower. After that he put on a Stevie Wonder CD and began thoroughly cleaning his house.

Later that evening he went to the Siordias' residence to spend some time with his son.

Apparently, Mr. Siordia's words had a great influence over Jermaine, because the following day he was back at work.

Karen spent her days alone in her cell, reading fiction and spiritual books, writing letters to family and friends, contemplating life with Maria, and mostly masturbating while thinking about Maria's sensuous touch, and still fantasizing about Tyrone's huge penis. She was a nympho and a freak by nature and nothing would ever change that.

With her release date nearing, she felt it would be best to remain in her cell to avoid any form of trouble, and mainly to keep away from other envious inmates. Trouble had its way of finding inmates who were soon about to be released.

Before Maria's recent release she had paid a few trustees and also a corrupt prison official not to house anyone with Karen. Maria was an extremely jealous lesbian and her worse fear was someone diverting Karen's mind from her to them.

After hearing about the death of Jermaine's wife from Jewell, out of loneliness, boredom, and wanting to see what her ex-husband was up to, Karen decided to write Jermaine a letter. The letter read:

In reality, she lay naked with her legs spread open, eyes closed, playing with her pearl tongue, while easing three fingers in and out of her heated, wet pussy. She envisioned Tyrone's humongous dick in her hand, then imagined it inside her fucking her slow and deep.

Immediately after Jermaine received Karen's letter, he found himself fantasizing about having sex with her. He quickly pulled a picture from his wallet of Karen lying naked, holding her pussy open, showing all of its pinkness. He stared at it lustfully for a few moments, and then wasted no time stripping naked.

Looking at the picture, he thought about times that she had rode his dick slow and easy while looking him in the eyes. Then he thought about the nice, slow, head jobs she had given him, sucking him completely dry and swallowing every drop of his cum. His penis was now rock hard. Holding her picture, staring at it, Jermaine began stroking himself slowly then seconds later sped up his rhythm. He had not been this hard since last having sex with Sylvia. He stroked it faster, and then slow, and then faster still, gazing at Karen's pussy, then finally he released a thick load of cum that shot straight in the air, and then landed on his chest. Afterward he wrote her back.

Karen was released from prison the following week, but she had not heard from Maria. She had made several attempts to place collect phone calls to Maria's mother's house, but her calls were never accepted.

After Maria was released, out of boredom and being in love, Karen wrote her two letters a day but she had not received any replies.
She's probably found another lover, or either went back to men,
thought Karen.

The bus ride to Maria's mother's house was both long and boring. Thanks to the three hundred dollars Maria had left on her books, Karen got off the bus at a mall and did some shopping. After all, it had been a long time since she had the opportunity to pick and purchase her own clothes. Afterward she went to a hair stylist.

Her fresh-out-of-prison appearance was astoundingly gorgeous. She wanted to look impressively attractive for her wife-to-be.

Her sassy look and sexy walk made it obvious that she was responsible for the peachy odor that lingered distinctly throughout the entire bus. The bus ride lasted a little over two and half hours. Karen was now in the City of La Puente, California. Thank God Maria had left her with a telephone number, an address, and directions for her.

The address belonged to an attractive green-and-white house that was surrounded by a white picket fence. The lawn was well manicured, and the roses, tulips, and other beautiful flowers could not go unnoticed.

After waiting a few seconds, making sure there were no dogs in the yard, Karen then walked through the gate and then approached the front door. She rang the doorbell and waited impatiently for her lover to answer, but instead a Mexican woman, appearing to be in her late fifties, opened the door.

“Hi,” greeted Karen. “Is Maria here?”

“She no here,” replied the woman.

“Are you expecting her back soon?”

“I no see her since she get out prison. I think she's back on drugs,” said the woman.

At that moment a little girl approached from inside and stood next to the woman.

“Are you looking for my sister, Maria?” asked the girl.

“Yes. Do you know where I can find her?”

“My Uncle Miguel said that she walks up and down the boulevard selling her body, and that she's—”

“Veronica, shut your mouth!” yelled the woman.

“Do me a favor,” said Karen. “Please tell her that Karen came by if you happen to see or hear from her.”

Karen then disappointedly walked away. Tears ran from her eyes as she made her way back to the bus stop. She had no particular destination in mind so she began thinking.
How could I be so damn stupid? I should have known that bitch was just playing a fucking game with me while she was locked up. How stupid I was to believe that we were getting married. I feel like kicking myself in the ass. Fuck this stupid shit, I'm about to go get me some dick.

Entertaining those thoughts, Karen exited the bus and then made her way to the nearest pay phone.

“Hi,” she said excitedly, once Jermaine answered the phone.

“Hey, Karen. Are you out?” He sounded just as excited as she did.

“Yep. Fresh out, baby, and you know what I need.”

“Is that right? Hell, based on our last conversation I thought that you had life all figured out and knew exactly what you wanted, and how you were going to get it.”

“Well, that's a long story, babe, and it's a story that I don't care to discuss right now. Anyhow, are you busy?”

“Not really, just working on my book and playing with my son. Why, what's up?”

“Well, I was just thinking that maybe, if it's the Lord's will, that you can pick me up and we go see the kids together, that is if you don't mind?”

“I think that's a good idea, Karen. Where exactly are you?”

After giving him her whereabouts Jermaine's thoughts were,
What can it hurt? And besides, she's fresh meat. I'll bet she's tight as hell.
With that thought in mind, he hurriedly dressed Jermaine Jr. and rushed out of the house.

While sitting inside a McDonald's waiting Karen's thoughts were,
So far so good. His philosophy about the journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step is about to be initiated.

Seeing Jermaine's black Beamer pull into the parking lot, Karen instantly jetted from her seat, ran outside, and approached the car. She greeted him with a long, wet, meaningful I-miss-you kiss. His kiss was in harmony with hers.

“It's been a long time, Karen,” he said, while checking her out from head to toe.

“Yes, it has been quite a while, honey. You haven't lost your touch in kissing, that's for sure.”

“Neither have you. Still those sloppy, wet kisses, huh?”

“I guess they were meaningful to you once upon a time, but I can't determine whether or not they're meaningful to you now, that's your call,” she replied, smiling.

“So far, so good,” he replied.

“Yeah, that's what I say.” She shot a quick glance of hatred at Jermaine Jr., but played it off with a phony smile.

“Oh, look at the cute baby. He looks just like you, Jermaine. Look at those eyes and lips.” She instantly hated the baby.

“What can I say?” replied Jermaine, and then asked. “Would you like to hold him?”

“I really feel like holding something else, if you know what I mean, but yeah, let me hold the baby.”

“You're hot and ready, aren't you?” he asked, handing her the baby.

“What do you expect? It's been so long that I can't even remember the last time I had some dick.”

“I think that I can accommodate you on that.”

“I hope so, because my pussy is itching, wet, and hungry for some.”

During the ride, Karen began telling Jermaine about incidents that had occurred during her incarceration, and he talked about his previous and present job, about life as a single parent, and what really pissed her off was when he began telling her about his relationship with Sylvia. She was in no mood to listen to his relations with another woman, but decided to be nice and hear what he had to say.

An hour later they had made it to Jewell's house.

Seeing their mother and Jermaine walk inside, Stevie ran full speed to his mother and embraced her with a long hug, while Alexus sped to Jermaine, yelling with excitement.

“Mommy, Mommy,” shouted Stevie.

“Daddy, Daddy, Daddy!” yelled Alexus.

Afterward, Stevie embraced Jermaine, and Alexus jumped into her mother's arms. They both still referred to Jermaine as Daddy.

“Daddy, let me hold my brother,” said Stevie, holding out his arms.

“Daddy, let me hold my brother, too,” said Alexus, standing there looking jealous.

Karen held a pleasant look, but inwardly she did not like this Jermaine Jr. shit at all.

Bobby, who was sitting on a sofa drinking a can of beer, spoke to Jermaine, then shot a quick glance at Karen, and looked away.

Karen and Jewell had disappeared into the bedroom to have a brief sisterly talk.

“So, are you and Jermaine hooking back up, or what?” asked Jewell, curiously.

“I couldn't tell you right now, but I'm just going with the flow for right now. Girl, I hope this nigga can fuck me all night long, because I'm horny as hell, and can't deal with that minute–man bullshit.”

“I heard that. Hell, Bobby stays so full of that goddamn liquor that he can't even last a half a minute.”

They then began packing a few clothes of the kids and once finished they reappeared in the living room with the others. Karen was ready to get the hell out of Bobby's sight.

“I'll talk with you tomorrow, girl. We've got a lotta catching up to do,” said Karen, smiling, while getting the baby from Stevie.

“I'll bet you do,” said Bobby, sarcastically. He then said,, “As much as your ass get locked up, you ain't gonna never catch up. I don't understand how a muthafucka can stay gone away from their kids for long periods of time, and then show up thinking that they can patch things up over ice cream, a few new toys, and a muthafuckin' kiss and hug. I swear, y'all got life twisted.”

“Whatever, Bobby. I can see that you haven't changed a damn bit.”

“You ain't changed either, heffa! In a couple months you'll be doing the same bullshit all over again. Man, I wish I hit the lottery or somethin', so I can get the hell away from all y'all stupid muthafuckas.”