BOMAW Vol. 10-12 (147 page)

"Bye!" He clicked off, grinning, "Yes! I gotta woman, wa-a-ay ova' town, that's good to me-e-e, oh yea-ah! Say, I gotta woman, wa-a-ay ova' town, that's good to me-e-e..." He started singing Ray Charles' hit song, where finally, it fit exactly into his life. He'd been a lover of his music from the very first moment he heard it, and the lyrics and tune rolled out of him in his joy as he drove, singing line by line and then over again. But after a while, he had to float back down to earth because no matter how good the thought was, he didn't have a woman - he didn't have Jackie.

Not yet.

Paul wanted to turn the truck around. He wondered what his dad would say if he checked the rear view to find that he was gone? Heading back the other way. Never in all of his life, had he ever disobeyed anyone or done anything out of the character everyone had placed him in. But at that particular moment, he felt the need to give in to what he was feeling and do a u-turn all the way back to Illinois, Chicago, Jackie.

Vivian's things were loaded on the truck.

It was that, that kept him pointed in the direction he was heading, and that alone. Had it not been for her things, his dad would be wondering where he disappeared to. Paul had never felt urges the likes of which rode him now. He never knew such power existed compared to the power of a woman that a man wanted. He now understood without question, how it was that King David was tempted by Bathsheba; why Samson fell under the spell of Delilah and why Ray Charles wrote the song, I gotta woman. He understood the phenomenon and inspiration that gave lyrics to the way a woman made a man feel. Being on the road at that moment, with Jackie on his mind, gave him the sensation akin to a man leaving his family behind when he had little choice but to travel that road. While Paul had never dated, because of Jackie, any need or interest to do so, was gone from him.

He thought about the girls his brothers dated; about the girls he went to school with; all the ones that never really noticed him until this last year of school. Until previous his graduation. In fact, he'd taken his mother to the prom. A few had laughed into their hands at him about it, he hadn't cared, because they were that kind of close that he'd had a good time anyway. They'd stayed a couple of hours and then, left, went to a movie together, stopped for ice cream and then she dropped him off at Christine's, because Ben and Kevin had taken him out with them later that evening to finish off his night. They tried that night to get him a girl, but he wouldn't bite. The girls then, had been much like the girls he went to school with, immature. Their discussions all centered around their hair, nails, some rocker or boy band idol, clothing, make-up, boobs, asses, and how did theirs look? Last, the guy who caught their eyes, not - him.

He'd heard too many of their conversations which exposed what they truly were, how shallow - some of them even stupid in their thinking. Speaking around him in ways that ruined them in his eyes because he was practically invisible to them. Of course, there had been an odd one or two who would give him the eye, hoping that he would talk to them, give them a chance, especially in his last year when his skin cleared up and he began to carry himself a bit more confidently, directly with goals and ideas in mind. Yes, a few noticed, but he hadn't been interested, to the point where a couple teased him saying that he was probably gay. He'd ignored that as well.

Now, he was glad that he had - because nothing in school, no girl anywhere that he knew of, could compare to Jackie.

In the truck...

Vivian checked her rear view side mirror once more making sure Paul was okay driving behind them as she'd noticed Jake doing the same. She turned back to look out of the massive cab window blown away by the present state of her life and the direction it was heading. If anyone had told her a year ago this is where she would be this year, month, week, day and hour, she would have laughed. Yet, it amazed her to realize that at this point, she was in motion of living an unplanned life. Previous to this, everything she did had been carefully considered, planned out, set up and put into motion. Since attending Sylvia's wedding that day, that night, nothing in her life had been the same. Now, she was sitting in the cab of a Mack truck, a powerful 18 wheeler, about to marry the man driving it. She glanced his way to see him comfortable and at home behind the large wheel, checking his mirror for the road and keeping his eyes on his son and back to the road again.

"You've gone quiet on me Lil'girl, what's on your mind?"

It took her a few moments to fish for the right word to answer, and then, "This."

"This? Hmmm, meaning what - when you say, this?"

"This as in, sitting next to you, heading for Wisconsin, unemployed."

"Uh oh, here we go."

"You asked."

"So I did; you scared of it?"

"Yes."

"Whoa - that came out quick - didn't have to think about that one."

"I've been thinking about it all week long."

He reached over and took her hand in his, holding it, his thumb gently stroking over her knuckles, "If it's any consolation to you, I understand why you might be weary. Just imagine what it would be like if this were years earlier in time, I mean, way earlier, say - a couple of hundred years or more, now that, would be the time to be afraid."

"Yes, I suppose looking at it that way, I see your point. Back then, I wouldn't be riding up front, and certainly not in a Mack truck." She smiled.

Jake grinned as well, "You would be riding up front." He simpered and then winked at her.

Vivian actually blushed, her eyes rolling as she grinned. "I bet you would like nothing more than to go back a couple of hundred years, have me as your slave."

Jake thought about it, grinning, looking at her, then back at the road, every moment that passed his thinking went deeper until he chuckled.

"Look at you! I bet you would love it, wouldn't you! Have me under your ownership-..."

"Callin' me, master, hmmm, I must admit, it has it's appeal."

"Ach! I can't believe what I'm hearing! You'd want to be a master and own slaves?"

"Just women slaves maybe." He laughed like the devil.

"Ach! Well just admit it why don't you!"

"No since in lying about it. Do you know, I'd have fuckin' babies man, to fill a village, I swear! At any given time, there would be twenty of you pregnant, all at the same time." He laughed some more at the look on her face. "Ah baby, don't look at me like that. You want me to lie, or tell you the truth?"

Vivian could only shake her head in disbelief.

"But baby, hey, look at me, you - you would be the one in charge, my first lady - top honors."

"Oh I thank you, I appreciate that." She returned sarcastically.

"Now don't be like that. I'd treat you good, let you have your way."

"Long as I wouldn't mind hundreds of you running all over the plantation."

"Yeah, you'd have to put up with that. Because I'd want them all. Just imagine that, one man, having hundreds of sons and daughters - by different women."

"Black women?" She asked for clarification.

"Hell, black woman, Spanish women, Indians, a few bond slaves, so they would be white."

"Yes, yes I know the history." She informed him, arms crossed under her breasts, a brow lifted, mouth quirked cynically.

"Yes, I'm sure that was the day when men felt like true men. To look out upon his progeny, at various ages and stages of life, boys and girls, laughing and joyful, their every aim, to please their father and bring him honor, honor to his name. If I were taken back in time, that would be my crime, dominating an entire area with my off spring."

"Em hm, and you just barely controlling yourself from doing it now." She quipped saucily.

"What do you mean by that lady? I control myself - but I won't with you. Not tonight, I bet I have you pregnant before the week is up."

"Jake!"

"What? I mean it, you know I mean it. I've been looking into it, asking about it."

"Asking who?"

"My mother. She told me how it goes. You're fertile - if not right at this moment, you're on the verge of it. Which means I'll be riding you twice a day, starting tonight, so get ready."

"Jake, oh my god! Why do you have to talk about it like that?"

"Like what? I've been good in how I'm talking about it. I could be saying stuff like, you're about to get more dick up'ya than a female rabbit trapped with ten males breeding season! But I didn't - because I know how sensitive you are." He chuckled.

"You ain't gettin' nothing you keep on talkin' like that!"

"Okay, I'll behave. I'm sorry, I won't say the
d
word again tonight."

"Thank you." She turned away with her heart going mad, disrupting her breathing. She glanced once more at the truck behind them, checking on Paul. Jake was still holding onto her hand, he was back to caressing her knuckles. His words had effectively put her on notice for the second time that evening, and now, her body was back to reacting, tingling in that place that seemed to have a mind all it's own. She needed a distraction, and turned back to view the road before them. Looking at the speed they were moving in, gave her a bit of nerves - to see him so relaxed at the wheel, she was in a constant state of wonder.

"I'm stunned by how diverse you are in the things you can do, for one, keeping this big thing on the road. We're so high up off the ground, it's a bit scary." She admitted.

"Unless I roll this big girl, we're safer up here, than down there. There's very little else that can hurt you in here; only rolling it, or getting hit by a train, or another one like it that is. That's why these are the king of the road."

"When'd you learn to drive one?"

"I was about 20, went up to my boss where I work, said, I wanna drive one of those. He put me with his driver at the time, he taught me everything I know. A year later, my day off, got up, dressed and went down to the license place, took the written test, passed it. A week later, took the drivers, passed it as well. Here I am."

By now, Vivian had turned side ways in her seat, legs curled up beside her, playing with his large hand. "Is there anything you can't do, if you put your mind to it?"

Jake sat thinking about it a moment or more, than answered softly as he checked his rear mirror for his son, "Can't get the old man to like me."

His answer made Vivian suck in from surprise, exhaling, she swallowed the lump in her throat and squeezed his hand, caressing it gently. "He likes you Jake."

"No, he doesn't. Never has. He likes you a lot though, in fact, if it were left up to him, he would have rather you be with one of his other sons, but certainly not me. So, you're not the only one afraid for you."

"I'm not afraid of you Jake." Now, she was sorry she'd ever said what she had.

"Sure you are and everyone that loves you, are afraid for you. I know they are. No doubt you've gotten warned and all that other stuff, hey, I know the world I live in, and I know what the people around me expect of me."

"Jake, it was no different for me. People expected certain things from me as well, and I blew them away and showed them something they hadn't expected, that's what you have to do."

"Lil'girl, that's my plan, exactly."

She gazed at him a moment, "What plan is that?"

"In time lil'girl, in time. If there's one thing I've learned out of life, don't tell too many your plans, the less that know, the less there are to try and piss on your bonfire and douse your flames."

"Even your future wife?"

He lifted her hand, bringing it to his lips and kissed it, "In time." Placing it back to her lap to get his hand back to shift gears as they were getting off the main interstate to hit the back roads taking 12 & 18 the rest of the way home. "You wanna stop, use the bathroom, get something to drink or eat?"

"If you don't mind, I should have eaten earlier at Sheila's but I didn't, I wanted to eat with you."

"Never say to me, if I don't mind. You tell me what you want, I'll get it, I'll never be that kind of asshole to you - you hear me?"

Vivian smiled, "Yes Jake." she resigned herself to settling into her life with her future husband, because that's what he was. As she reflected on her words to Sheila, she wanted him, and that would never change, so why harp on her fears? When time came to say I do, she would say it, loud and clear.

"Cold quick to eat on the road, or stay and eat something warm?" He offered the choice.

"Something quick is fine with me, so we can get home, or - wherever we're staying when we get there."

They stopped at a truck stop heading out of Madison, it had a connecting motel, Sub-way sandwich shop, and a hot food restaurant as well.

Paul pulled in deciding to get some gas since they were there, with Jake leaping down from his seat to walk to the end of his truck yelling at him to fill it up and he would pay it. He got to Vivian's door, opening it and lifted his hands to bring her down, his hands easily circling her tiny waist. Having him take hold of her so easily, bearing her weight as if nothing, taking his time to set her feet on the ground, stirred her desire for him once more. The moment she felt the ground beneath her feet, he let go of her waist to wrap his arms around her, pressing her body into his as he covered her mouth once more, kissing her deep and long until her body thrummed with desire, merging with his hard form while hers grew pliant. She wrapped her arms around him, holding him tightly as he kissed her. Few were around to see it at that time of night, and even if there were, she had a feeling, he would not care. By the time he broke the kiss, she was out of breath, her head spinning.

"You don't know what this means to me, having you finally, with me - you'll never leave my side lil'girl, ya'hear? I waited a long time for this." He declared, then kissed her gently once more, ending it with a light touch of her moist lips, the tip of her nose, her brow. He pat her on the behind, "Let's get something to eat and drink, then get home."

Vivian could only nod, she was unable to speak following him from behind the rig, his hand holding hers. Paul looked up to see them and smiled at her. She smiled back, feeling suddenly bashful from having been kissing his father just seconds ago on the other side of the truck. She still couldn't speak for the clog in her throat.