BOMAW Vol. 10-12 (109 page)

"Sheila stop!"

"I should just show up on they ass, catch'em at it! 'Cause I know that shit going down! You know me, I'll find some shit out! You want me to find out? Want me to sneak up on'em!? 'Cause I will! And another reason I know it's going down is this, she takes her kids into summer school in the morning, ain't nobody there but them two? Oh hell yeah! Lil'ass boy-toy at your service! His lil'young virgin ass 'bout like one of them lil'puppies that just found out they gotta pee pee, humpin' everything in sight!"

"Sheila stop! Not Paul! Paul is sweet, innocent, responsible, a real gentlemen!"

"Paul is a goddamn McPherson! You hear me! He is his daddy's son, okay? You better wake up and recognize what's going on! I must have caught they ass off guard and he ain't have time to wash his shit off! 'Cause he smell like he been in some nookie to me! Sweaty sex! And - and, tell me, when he dressed this morning, how was his clothes?" She asked.

"Why?!"

"Look, I ask the goddamn questions here, you know the drill - was he all wrinkled, rough and ready?"

"Of course not, like I would even let him go out like that! Besides, he's always clean and neat."

"Ha! His shit was wrinkle big time! Oh yeah lil'sista! Sooky sooky naw! She ridin' that young stallion, baby!"

"No way Sheila, I don't believe it. He wouldn't."

"Why wouldn't he? Shit! He human, it was bound to happen sooner or later! And even you noticed last night he couldn't wait to drop yo'end off over here so he could get back. They gettin' it on! So what we gone do?"

"Oh man! I don't know. What can I do? He is eighteen years old! He's not a little boy. And I'm not gonna be running and telling his daddy on him like he is a little boy. I'm gonna stay out of it, and you know what, so are you!"

"You sure?"

"Yes - I'm sure! So don't be sneaking around there Sheila - I know you. He's not stupid, he's really smart - and besides, I helped talk Jake into leaving him here, so - it'll be fine. Besides, there's only a few more days left in this week for him to-..."

"Be screwing his lil'ass off over there! Was a virgin too? Yeah, he ain't got but one thing on his mind and that's fixin' her floors!" Sheila broke into a deep raunchy laugh that said it all.

"I sure hope that boy is using a condom." Vivian worried.

"You want me to just go over there and say, look - I know ya'll having sex - here boy, just in case, here's some raincoats! You want me to? 'Cause you know I will, I don't mind, drugstore right down the road."

"Oh man! I hope he's got condoms - but no! Stay out of it Sheila! You got me at work worried and he probably not even doing nothing, I gotta go!"

"No - no more! That's it - we shouldn't have even done that!" Jackie pushed Paul away, who was amorously wanting more.

"Why?"

"First of all, we got carried away. I got carried away, I didn't think it would happen so quickly - I thought I was gone have to tease you bit, lead you there, shaking in your boots! Ha! You done taught my ass something! Anyway, since it's happened, it can't happen again like that. We didn't even use a condom, not once! No way, no more. Only reason I did, because I know you're clean, a virgin. But - you - shouldn't have gone with me, you don't know how I am."

"Yes I do, I can tell." He was moving in close to her again.

Jackie was backing up trying to keep the space between them.

"Well, I'm not going to again, this is ridiculous! I draw the line right here, no more today for sure."

"What about tomorrow? Can we, tomorrow?"

"Look at you, and you need to get in the shower! You smell like we've had sex."

He smiled, "We have."

"Yes and you need to get cleaned up, go! Get in there."

He turned to do as she said, but stopped at her bathroom, "What about tomorrow, one more time, please?"

"You don't have condoms and neither do I! The Lord gone get me for this, I just know it!" She mumbled the last part, shaking her head in disbelief at her own carelessness.

"What if I get some? I mean, I have some, just not on me, because - well - didn't really think I'd be needing them."

"Get - in - the shower!" She pointed towards it, "Now! Get!"

He smiled, "Yes ma'am!" He saluted her, happy and went into her bathroom, stripped down and took a shower. She came in, got his clothes saying, "I'm gonna wash these, I'll bring you a t-shirt, trainers and underwear."

"Okay!" he called over the shower spray.

A few moments later, he came out of her bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist. She'd stripped her bed, remade it with fresh, clean sheets. Laying there for him, was a nice t-shirt, black training pants with a white stripe and underwear. He stood looking at the clothes, holding the towel to his waste as she straightened up, picking up the sheets she'd taken off the bed. "Whose things are those?" he asked, standing still staring at them.

"They were my husband's clothes."

"Your husband? Well... where is he now?" He asked, just then wondering about it.

"Gone!" She answered, "Get dressed, Sheila could pop up again."

"Well those won't help cover up, I wasn't wearing them earlier." He called behind her, she was on the move once more. Sighing, he dropped the towel and dressed in the things she provided for him. Everything fit him, her husband had obviously been about his size. When he came out of the room, she passed him and gave him a pair of socks, "Put those on, better get back to work, you have so much to get done."

Paul watched her flit about her home, she was nervous.

"What's wrong?" He asked her.

She wouldn't answer, just shook her head.

"I'm clean you know, I don't have anything. I'm healthy, strong - clean bill of health."

"Good for you." She answered passing him once more, looking at the clock on the wall. Thankful at least that his clothes would be clean and dry before she left to get her kids.

"You mad at me now? Don't be mad at me." Paul asked softly, done putting on his socks.

She stopped and looked at him, taking a deep breath, she shook her head. "I'm not mad at you, not at all."

"Having regrets? That we did this?"

"If you must know, yes! I don't know what came over me. You just, there's something about you, I can't explain it. But - after this, when you're done - well - that's it, you know that right? This cannot be continued, it should have never started."

"I'm glad it started, you're incredible. It all felt so natural, so right, don't go regretting it, please."

She stood, staring at him, sitting there in her kitchen chair, at her table, wearing her husband's clothing. He was such an attractive young man, the kind it was hard to resist because of his incredible sweetness, gentleness, loving heart. It was in his eyes, she gazed into them sighing and gripped within. He was a star and didn't even know it, a precious gem, gold, no, she decided, he was platinum, with a bright future before him, knowing all the things that he did, he would go far and the last thing she wanted to do, was stumble him, trip him up. "Let's not get too deep into anything, or too serious okay? You're a wonderful human being-..."

"So are you."

"Well-..."

"You are!"

"My life, and the things in it, are set - in place. You have come along and have done me a tremendous favor, and I will remember you always. But after this week is over, so will everything else - be - over ... understand? Okay? Don't get too caught up into this, into me... I'm just a stop along the way in your life, all right?" She counseled him gently, sincerely.

Paul sat a moment gazing up at her with those eyes, he gave a light smile and then nodded. "Yeah, okay. I better get back to work, I want everything done for you, before I go." He stood, taller before her it seemed, staring down at her, "Because when I leave, there will be things that I've done here, that will always remind you, of me. So I better get back to it." Saying nothing more, he left the room, found his tool belt, strapped it on and returned to work. They were silent for the rest of the day. Before she left for her kids, she handed him his clothes, neatly folded, wrinkle free. There were no need for words. He knew what to do.

She left the house, climbed in her car and drove off to get her children.

*

L. A.

Deidre sat at her kitchen centered cook bar, nibbling on her thumb nail, trying unsuccessfully to quail her nerves. She was on the verge of shaking now that it was so close to the time to pick up Angela. She kept going over it in her mind, not sure which direction to take. It didn't matter which way she figured it, in the end, Shawn was going to hate her for this. The extent of his anger when he had to face what they were forced to do, for Angela's safety was going to send him into madness. It hurt her to her heart, that while she still loved him, would do anything for him, he on the other hand, resented
her.
She was over the hope of them ever being together again, over being
in
love with him as the man of her dreams, but - she would always, love him, it was impossible for her not to love him. After all this time they were apart, he still could shake her up inside, making her quake.

"Hey, what's wrong Dee-Dee?" Charlie had been fixing them a sandwich and was unable to miss the worry coursing through her.

"I don't wanna do this. He's going to hate me for this Charlie, he's going to hate me."

"Wait a minute here, she's your daughter too! You have a right to protect your daughter. He cannot protect her against the threat that's out there, no way! I don't give a shit how bad he is."

"I know, but - I gave her up to him, because he's a much better father to her, than I am a mother. He was always the better parent."

"Yeah, well that's all well and good, but that shit won't keep her alive will it?"

Deidre's forehead rolled into the palm of her hand, where she gripped her hair, shaking it, "No ... it won't."

"Well I don't wanna hear no more about him being the better parent! Shit ain't nobody perfect! You need to stop worrying about what he thinks and worry about your daughter! I understand he might be fiercely protective, but this ain't about protecting her from your everyday ass hole! This is about money! Lots of goddamn money! That alone takes this shit to a whole 'nother level! He ain't but one man, not Superman, just a man! If he was Superman - I'd be the first to tell you, leave her with him! But he not - soon as you face that, soon as he faces that, we can get on with making sure your daughter is safe and sound."

Deidre started crying, she couldn't help herself, her stomach hurt, nausea was gripping her so tightly, she could barely keep from rocking, "She's going to hate me!" She cried, "She's always wanted her father over me, always - I don't blame her ... I don't blame her." She sobbed.

Charlie slapped the bread down on the counter, not sure what to do to sooth her. It bothered her deep to see Deidre so torn up. She'd made the mistake of getting too close to her client. That was foolhardy, getting emotionally attached to someone, as she was to Deidre. Charlie wasn't the crying kind. Even when she had her heart broken by Samuel, she hadn't really cried - she moaned, mourned and hurt - but not a cry as most women did. After all the rest, she'd gotten angry.

"Deidre dammit! Listen here, you fuckin' have to do what you have to do! You are who you are! Your life is what it is! Your curse is that, you are worth billions of goddamn dollars, that other people -
want!
No one gets to choose where they are born and the shit they're born under! Not you, not anyone! I hate fucked up shit like this! Stand up goddammit, dry your eyes and get ready to fight with his ass for the things you cannot change! You did not make this world fucked up as it is, had shit to do with you! You have to do, what you have to do! This is about her! Keeping her safe at the cost that only you can pay! Only you have within your means what will be necessary to make sure your daughter does not become a victim! When the time comes and he's going off, the way you fear he will, dammit, you go off too! This shit ain't no more easy for you, than it will be for him to give her up! But he gonna have to give her up! It's as simple as that! She needs to be here, with you, where she will be safe and let's face it, even then, nothing is one hundred percent! But the odds are a lot better for her here, than there with him, and you know it! So stop this battle that's tearing you apart and accept your lot in life and sadly, yes - her lot as well! Because no matter what you do, how you wish you could walk away from your inheritance, it's hanging over you always like a big ass guillotine - you are locked in baby, there is no escape, once they set their eyes on you! Now stop that goddamn crying, right now goddammit! Shit! We are in this shit up to the fuckin' fight - a life or death fight - and ain't shit you can do, to make it go away. So brace up dammit, prepare yourself for battle!"

*

La Jolla Cove

"Oh Crystal, I love that dress on you! You're so pretty!" Angela gushed watching Crystal spritz on the finishing touch to her summer look, her favorite perfume. Her hair was loose and free, twirls and curls around her face and to her shoulders. She wore a short, summer halter top dress, of satiny challis with a white background and tropical flowers of red, orange, purple and pink, and tiny matching, purple panty shorts beneath. The skirt of the dress would flare out from her body should she spin, and flounced as she walked. She felt feminine, delicate and womanly in it. She'd only worn it once before, and now, this day she would again. There was a beach party taking place not far from the beach house they were in, they would all walk down to it, enjoy it a bit before Deidre showed up to get Angela.