BOMAW 1-3 (20 page)

Sylvia killed two birds with one stone. First bird, she waited out the reply to get control of her rioting senses. She was shaking with wanting him, and was glad for the cover of chatting from a distance. Were he present, he would see right through her to her need.

mcharley60: Sylvia? Sylvia, please…don’t
go!

Second
bird, to scare him into check.
His hold on her was much too strong.
His words, far more powerful than the distance between them.
She should have turned her computer off. Not doing so made her lose the battle she was waging against his assault. Her need for him was deep, harsh, soul-shaking and raw. How much longer could she hold out was the scary reality plaguing her
mind.

mcharley60: Ah, come on, Sylvia…I said I’d change the subject. Don’t go! I’m sorry.

He included that lie for good measure.

Quiet_Storm: So, how did the visit with your daughter go?

He sighed.
Okay, lady…I see. You’ve got the power…for now. So enjoy it.
Because when I return,
it’s back to me. But for now, I’ll play by your rules…for now.

mcharley60: So far, so good. She’s still with me. In the other room watching TV.
Quiet_Storm: Oh, I didn’t know you still had her.
mcharley60: Yeah, she’ll stay with me until the day I leave. She’s...one of the most important women in my life.
Although she’s still a baby to me,
she’ll be a woman one day.

Sylvia was dying to ask who the other women were. But that would be too much nerve.
Especially with how she’d been rejecting most of his advances.
Knowing that, she craved with an intense hunger to be placed in that category.
Trouble was, is that where he wanted to place her?

Quiet_Storm: Yes, she will be. But she’s lucky to have you as her father.
mcharley60: You think so,
hm?
Quiet_Storm: Yes, I do.
mcharley60: Why, thank you!
Quiet_Storm: You’re welcome.
Quiet_Storm: So, how’d your meeting go?
mcharley60: Pretty much as I’d expected. I got to meet Mercy James finally. The famous author who has hired me as the illustrator of her novels and I'll be signing a contract with them, for their publishing house. along with this current trilogy she’s releasing the first of the year.
Quiet_Storm: Wow, so…what’s she like?
mcharley60: She could be your sister.
QuietStorm: Really?
mcharley60: You two are very similar. She’s not as dark as you are. But attractive, she even wears your same perfume.
Quiet_Storm:
LOL...and how do you know what kind of perfume that I wear?
mcharley60: I smelled it enough times!
mcharley60: And, I confess, I saw it in your bathroom.
Quiet_Storm: Ooooh, and what do you mean, you smelled it
enough
times?
mcharley60: I think
it's
called, Listerine...

Shocked, Sylvia gasped, then threw her head back and cracked up laughing.

Quiet_Storm:
LOL...very funny!
Quiet_Storm: So, you're in a joking mood tonight, I see.
mcharley60: Got no choice, the mood I was in
gets
me left in the cold. So, laughter is the next route. I hear, get a woman laughing, you can get her into bed. Problem is, once you get her there, how to stop her?

And laugh Sylvia did.

Quiet_Storm:
LOLOL…do you ever give up?
mcharley60: With a woman like you as the prize? No way…no way.

Quiet_Storm: Well, let’s get back to Mercy James.

mcharley60: I’d rather talk about us.

Quiet_Storm: So, does she seem like a nice person?

mcharley60: I think she is.

Quiet_Storm: Wow, so you’ve met Mercy James!

mcharley60: So I take it you’ve read her novels?

Quiet_Storm: Well, yeah…I don’t know many who haven’t.

mcharley60: You sound excited. Is that what it’s going to take to lift you…as you
lift
me?

Quiet_Storm: You sure about that? That I lift
you?
Seems to me, I always make you mad…

Shawn rolled his eyes, shaking his head, letting go a deep sigh.

mcharley60: Oh, boy, this lady…always cruising for a bruising.

Quiet_Storm: Not I...this is why I am free.

Quiet_Storm: No more bruising for me.

Quiet_Storm: Just cruising!

mcharley60: My saying that just means
wantin’ an argument.

Quiet_Storm:
Oh,
and that interprets a need for bruising to you?

mcharley60: Not in the way you may be thinking…ah, well, that’s okay, I'll tame you...

mcharley60: In time.

Quiet_Storm:
Hmmmm? Tame me?
Yeah, right.

mcharley60: It'll be just like roping a steer.

Quiet_Storm: Excuse me?

mcharley60: You're welcome.

Quiet_Storm:
LOL...yeah, right.

mcharley60: Tell me, what are you wearing?

Quiet_Storm: Huh?

mcharley60: I want to picture you.

Quiet_Storm: Oh...ummm, well...I'm...ummm, wearing...my
night shirt.

mcharley60: I see...

mcharley60: through it.

mcharley60:
LOL

Quiet_Storm: No you don't! You just cut that out, Shawn Styles!

mcharley60:
Everett Styles, or Shawn McPherson, for you, Shawn - period.

mcharley60: Something else, I got you a gift.

Quiet_Storm: Oh, yeah...why?

mcharley60: Well, just
cuz.

mcharley60: Look out the window.

Quiet_Storm: Huh?

Quiet_Storm: Out the window?

Quiet_Storm: Why?

mcharley60: Look out your window, lady!

Quiet_Storm: That's silly...why, what's out there?

mcharley60: Up there, in the sky...I give you the moon and the stars.

Quiet_Storm:
Awwww,
giggle
problem is, they're not yours to give.

mcharley60: No, but they’re ours to share.

Quiet_Storm: Oh...yes...wow. Thanks...*gulp*

mcharley60: We can both look at the same moon...that brings us closer together.

mcharley60: The stars look like pearls.

Quiet_Storm: Shawn...*sigh*...yes, I guess they do.

Quiet_Storm: But...well, maybe we should just...slow down a bit.

Quiet_Storm: I mean...you don't have to say those kind of things to me.

mcharley60: I know that, but...

Quiet_Storm: Besides, it's probably a line you've used on others.

mcharley60: Yes, but a long time ago...

mcharley60:
LOL…I mean it with you!

Quiet_Storm:
Ummm, excuse me, but your current "unsure relationship" isn't from a long time ago.

mcharley60: Sylvia…no one honks my horn like you do.

Quiet_Storm: Honks your horn? Lmao - you callin' yourself a honky?

mcharley60: Hey! LOL, be nice

Quiet_Storm: Sorry, that was your line -you need to get a new one, and a new pole while you’re at it!

mcharley60: My old pole works just fine!

Quiet_Storm:
LOL…well, your line needs replacing.

Quiet_Storm: 'Cause this fish
ain't
like any other.

mcharley60: Lady, you will bite.

mcharley60: I've got just the right lure, your kind'ah bait!

Quiet_Storm:
Well, I guess this fish, just
ain’t
hungry!

mcharley60: You’re gettin' there. When you’re ready to bite…I’ll be pulling you right in.

Quiet_Storm: Yeah, well, I think we should close this for tonight.

mcharley60: Yes, I agree. But tomorrow, I’ve decided to call you. I want to hear your voice.

Quiet_Storm: Oh, really? You’ve decided,
hm?
And if I’m not here to take the call?

mcharley60: You’ll be there.
Because you’re ready to hear my voice as well.
I’ll call at
nine tomorrow
night...your time. Goodnight, sweetheart.

And he signed off, leaving Sylvia with her mouth open, which slowly closed into a smile,
followed by a sigh.
She closed her Yahoo chatbox
and other open programs,finally shutting down her computer and
turning off the light in her office; walking through her dark house as she flicked off lights.
With an incredible, tenacious, and handsome man on her mind she climbed into bed,
pulling the covers to her chest, she nestled her head deep into her comfortable pillow and smiled on her way to sleep.

During the day in the days that followed, Shawn spent it entertaining his daughter.Spoiling her with his time, attention, and gifts.
Scuba
diving
and exploring the water world, something they both enjoyed.
Taking a boat out for fishing…and shopping. Tolerant and grinning, he endured being loaded down with bags and boxes because as any young woman did, his Angela loved shopping too. Not to mention being saddled with two of her friends who often came along for the ride. Every movie out in the theatres, he’d seen.
All the
dance clubs for sixteen and under where no alcohol was served, he was coerced into taking her and her friends
with him present to watch over them, of course.
Weekdays, he’d take her to school,
and then
did the photo sessions with the selected models who stood for the novel characters.
Arranging them in various groups for the cover of the trilogy.
Then gathering props and
backgrounds, he started doing the layout. First a rough sketch drawn in pencil,
doing a set of three for each book of the trilogy.
Contacting Mercy James, he set up an appointment for her to select from the nine rough sketches.

Again, her husband was present, giving his viewpoint. They met at their condo, where he was surprised to see they had five children. Three in their teens, a 15 year old daughter, a 14 year old son, and the youngest 13. A big space, then 2 year old twins,
a boy and girl,
both blondes with dusky, dark skin—who were all
over the place,forcing
Lowell to call out to the older ones to retrieve them.
They were mesmerizing to look at, and so beautiful.
Their youngest teen daughter poked her blonde head in…she, too, looked like her father.

“Can you please watch them until this meeting is over?”
asked Lowell, who held each under an arm like a sack of potatoes against his side,
both grinning and kicking to get down. Smiling, Lisa grabbed one, then the other, much as her dad held them. Being that she was much smaller than her father, the twin boy, hyper as a wiggle-worm, slipped to the floor and took off at a
toddler's
sprint, laughing in eager excitement to be free.
Only to be spoiled by the older daughter, Erica, who scooped him up before he could make a sure escape.