Nervous

He agreed, after peeping his watch. “Yeah, I better go. But listen, I get off at eleven. Want me to come back?”

“No, I have plans,” I answered.

“Well, what about tomorrow sometime?”

“I have plans then, too. And before you ask, I have plans the day after that and the day after that.” I wanted to make sure he got the hint so I added, “In fact, I have plans for the rest of my natural life.”

He shook his head as he put on his clothes. “Damn, you don’t have to be that cold.”

“Let’s just keep it simple. You came over here, we were attracted to each other, we explored it, and now it’s over. You can go back to delivering pizza and I can finally eat mine.”

He had the audacity to cop an attitude with me. “Okay, whatever. I’m used to whores like you.”

I smirked at him. “Let yourself out. I have to go take a shower. Whores like me keep busy schedules. I have to go get ready for my next fuck of the night.”

I left him standing there looking stupid, the little hound dog.

I debated about keeping my appointment with DickinUDown. I had already met my dick quotient for the day. Then again, he was into domination and submission and that was a huge turn-on. I stopped by an adult shop and picked up some items, then headed over to the Paradise U.S.A. motel.

I waited for more than thirty minutes for him to show up and was about to leave when I spotted a raggedy car pulling into the lot. It was so raggedy, I couldn’t even tell the make and model of the vehicle. A man got out the car who looked nothing like the photo on the dating site. Big surprise, huh?

Something just told me it was him. I sighed and shook my head. I watched him stand there, scanning the parking lot nervously for a while and then I got out of Jon’s car. “Dickin? Is that you?” I asked.

“Yeah, it’s me!” he yelled in response.

He came closer to me and I almost hurled. First off, he was anorexic. Secondly, he looked more like fifty-nine than thirty-nine. Thirdly, his ass was reeking and I picked up on that in the breeze when he got within twenty feet of me.

I was pissed. This motherfucker was about to learn a valuable lesson about lying to people on the internet.

“Damn, you are fine and freaky with a fat ass,” he said after he was all up on me.

“Why don’t you just shut up and go pay for a room?” I folded my arms in front of me and leaned on the side of Jon’s car. “I don’t have all night.”

He cleared his throat. “I thought you were paying for the room. You invited me.”

I rolled my eyes at him. “I’m out of here.”

He grabbed my arm. “No, wait. I got you. I got this. Just give me a minute to get my debit card out my car.”

I didn’t respond. I just watched him retrieve his card, go into the motel office, and walk back out a few minutes later with a key.

I got my shopping bag out of Jon’s trunk and met him in front of R

oom 112. Once we were inside, I handcuffed his ass, gagged him, put a leather hood over his head, broke out my flogger and tore his ass up. His stupid ass asked me if I wanted to fuck him afterward.

I leaned over and whispered in his ear, “Update that damn picture on the internet. If you don’t, the next sister might not be so nice.” I gathered my things together and left. I still had time to catch the late night episode of Jerry.

33

jonquinette

The day had finally arrived and it had been a long time coming. To think that Momma and Daddy had been apart because of me, at least because of a part of me, was too much to bear. Despite what some people believe, we only get one life. Jude had ruined their life together, apparently because she felt threatened.

Daddy didn’t feel comfortable staying with me since I only had one bedroom, so I registered him at a hotel less than two blocks from my apartment. I debated about how to structure the reunion. Part of me felt it would be better for Daddy and Momma to see each other again for the first time in a public place. At least then I wouldn’t have to worry about them getting too loud. Daddy wasn’t the type and Momma was too uppity to allow complete strangers to see her arguing.

The other option was for them to do it in private so that they could really open up with each other. On the flip side, they could have ended up killing each other. I asked Marcella about it and she said that a private atmosphere would probably be better. She even offered to lend us her office. I didn’t think they were ready for that, though.

I wanted it to be someplace peaceful so I decided to take them to a park for a picnic, something we hadn’t done together since I was a child. Daddy got into town around nine o’clock on a Saturday morning but he couldn’t check in to the hotel until three in the afternoon. I took him out to breakfast at a waffle house and it was a good thing because it gave us an opportunity to get a game plan together before Momma was added to the mix.