KWC624: You’re welcome. Think about what I said about meeting. I know we’ll be good for each other—something new.
MAXXINE: Maybe next lifetime.
KWC624: Why not this one?
MAXXINE: I’m married and too young, sugah. Remember.
KWC624: I think you can handle me. I’ll treat you right. I can teach you a thing or two that your husband can’t teach you.
MAXXINE: You know you’re wasting your time.
KWC624: That’s highly unlikely. I like talking to you, dear. We should be having this conversation in bed instead of like this—kissing, caressing and pleasing you. Showing and giving you love and the attention that you desire.
MAXXINE: That all sounds nice, but I have to go.
KWC624: Aw, don’t do that, dear. You want to call me and say goodnight?
MAXXINE: I’m tired, Kenneth.
KWC624: Okay, maybe next time. I want to chat with you again. I want to get to know you. I’ll treat you right.
MAXXINE: I see. I’m sure you will.
KWC624: Are you really married?
MAXXINE: Yes. Why would I lie about that?
KWC624: Just asking, dear. I hope I cross your mind tomorrow. I will think of you.
MAXXINE: You’re too kind.
KWC624: I’m just being honest. Think about what I said.
MAXXINE: Okay. Goodnight, Kenneth.
KWC624: Goodnight, Maxxine. Email me tomorrow, if you think of me.
MAXXINE: Okay.
KWC624: One more thing, what part of Connecticut are you from?
MAXXINE: The West Hartington area.
KWC624: Oh, really! I have family in that area as well. I hope you seriously consider my proposition. I’ll let you go. Sweet dreams, dear.
MAXXINE: Thank you. Goodnight.
After signing off the internet, my mind wandered into the damn gutter about Kenneth sexing my body. I wanted him bad, especially between my thighs.
“Maxxine, quit it!” I told myself.
I was a happily married woman—sort of. Yes, I was. I had to forget about him. That was it, problem solved.
I woke up later that night, feeling Kamar’s hand rubbing the small of my back.
“Hi, gorgeous,” he whispered in my ear before kissing it. I turned around to face him.
“Hi, baby. What time is it?”