Tyanna
“Thank you, God!” I said to myself out loud. It was Friday afternoon and I couldn’t wait to get off work. I loved being a schoolteacher, but those damn teenagers were pushing me to retire sooner than I had planned.
I walked out of West Hartington High School, searching my purse for my car keys. “One of these days I have to clean out my purse,” I said, finding them as I approached my car. I got in the car and drove straight home, trying to beat the rush traffic.
When I pulled into my driveway, I was surprised to see my husband’s truck sitting there. He was never home at that hour. The front door was unlocked; I shut it behind me after I walked in. I didn’t see any signs of him downstairs.
“Kamar, baby,” I said.
I went back in the great room, spotting Kamar running down the carpeted stairs. I hated when he ran up and down the stairs. We lived in a home, not a jungle.
“Hey, you know the rules. There’s no running going on in this house,” I stated in dismay.
Kamar flashed his sexy smile, the one that always dampened the inside of my cinnamon thighs. He walked toward me and wrapped his firm arms around me, caressing my back.
“Hi, gorgeous,” he said before softly kissing my lips twice. “How was work, babe?”
“Ugh, work! I’m so happy that winter break is next week.”
He chuckled. “Okay.”
“Wait a minute! What are you doing home from work?”
“I left some files in the den. I need them for the streamline and pipeline contract.” There was a silent pause between us before Kamar spoke again. “I do have to get back.”
“Okay, baby.” I readjusted his necktie and fixed his shirt collar precisely.
“Thank you, gorgeous.”
“Anytime.”
“I’m glad that I got to see you before I went back to work.”
Kamar kissed me good-bye and then he was out the door. What was I going to do now? I could call up a few of my girlfriends and find out what they were doing that night. Naw, I didn’t think so! I loved my girls, but sometimes they didn’t know when to go home.
I managed to busy myself with a bit of housecleaning and washing Kamar’s funky-ass gym clothes as several hours passed. I finally took a break and settled down in our master bedroom. After taking a hot shower, I crawled into our king-size bed and snuggled up with my laptop. I decided to go online and check my emails. I came across two from my husband and read them. Kamar always wrote me little love notes while he was at work. I only wish his lovemaking was as passionate as his love notes. After reading his emails and responding to them, I decided to do a bit of Web surfing and browse through a few chat rooms: BLK Is Better, Fine BLK Men 4 U, and 30s Ebony 2 Love.
Less than ten minutes later, I was bored to death. I couldn’t believe I even bothered looking in those corny-ass chat rooms. I needed to grade some research papers, but I had the entire following week to accomplish that.
Kamar wouldn’t be home for another five hours. Lately he had been working late and I couldn’t stand it. My eyes looked back at the laptop screen and saw an IM Catcher pop up with an instant message from an unknown buddy. I was feeling lonely so I opened the IM and replied.
KWC624: May I ask your age?
MAXXINE: I’m thirty-two.
KWC624: The picture in your profile is stunning, very classy.
MAXXINE: Thank you.
KWC624: How tall are you?
MAXXINE: I’m 5'9".
KWC624: You seem very intelligent.
MAXXINE: Thanks, again.
MAXXINE: Tell me something about you.