Nervous

“And?” I pried.

“Apparently, Jude views sex, or rather the art of seduction, as some sort of power. She admitted that she’s slept with numerous men.”

“How many men?” I demanded to know, raising my voice.

Marcella just shook her head. “She didn’t say.”

I buried my face in my hands and cried for what seemed like an eternity.

After I had shed enough tears for one day, we sat and talked for another hour. Then Marcella went off in one direction to meet her boyfriend at a local restaurant after calling him on his cell phone and I went off in the other, fearful that I might not ever see her again. That night, I was almost too petrified to fall asleep but mental exhaustion finally prevailed.

jude

Disciplinarians thrive under chaos! Bring it on, bitches!

27

jude

I was just about to head out that Friday night to blow off some steam and find an unsuspecting victim to fuck. Jon had come straight home fro

m the office, like she had done all that week since her little heart-to-heart with that bitch doctor in the park. On one hand, I was mad that the cat was out of the bag, so to speak. On the other hand, I was glad. It was about damn time that I got my props for all of my deeds, at least the good ones.

It was true that if not for me, Jon wouldn’t have been able to fuction in reality. I had always been there to look after her when bullshit reared its ugly head. As for the other stuff, that was my business. Either way, I was confident that I was the gatekeeper. No one and nothing could make me go away.

While I was switching purses—the one Jon had carried to work was hideous—a knock came at the door. I tiptoed over to the peephole and glimpsed out. Shit! It was Mason.

“Jonquinette, are you in there?” he yelled through the door. “Jonquinette?”

Enough of this motherfucker, I thought. Time to put the little puppy out of his misery.

I flung the door open and sneered at him. “What do you want?”

He was taken aback by my attitude. “Um, it’s Friday night and I thought we might take in a movie. Remember that I’m supposed to take you to a movie, a play, and a museum all within a month. Well, time is running out and I’m always a man of my word.”

He stood there grinning while I pouted.

“So, how about it?”

“How about not!” I lashed out. “I don’t want to go to a damn movie with you! Not tonight or any other night, for that matter!”

“Jonquinette, what’s gotten into you? Did I do something wrong?”

I clucked my tongue and rolled my eyes.

“Did you get the phone messages I left for you?”

“I was out of town, visiting that bastard daddy of mine.”

Mason was bewildered. “I don’t understand why you’re acting like this. I didn’t know you were back in contact with your father.”

“Maybe that’s because it’s none of your fucking business?” I put my hands on my hips. “And, for the record, I’m not acting. This is the real me, so deal with it or get to stepping.”

He just stood there looking brainless so I was about to slam the door in his face. He blocked it with his hand and asked, “Why are you doing this?”

I smirked. “The better question is why are you doing this?”

“I’m not doing anything,” he stated defensively.