Authors: Mercedes Keyes
"OH MY GOD! I can't believe that - that - is my mother!"
"Yeah... well, I couldn't believe it either. I was about to turn and leave when Shawn snatched the door open to shove her out and saw me standing there. Neither said anything more - she walked past us as if nothing were wrong, got into her car and pulled off. Talk about awkward discomfort. I just held up the swatches and said, "Um - Deidre wanted these... to order the furniture." He'd been painting at the time. He just grabbed them from me and closed the door."
"I can't believe that all the times we've spent together, you couldn't find it in you to tell me! I feel like such an idiot!"
"Well it's over now."
"You're damn right its over! Had I known, it might have saved my marriage! Thanks for being such a good goddamn friend!" Deidre spat angrily.
"She was your mother Deidre!" Terra defended.
"Yes, well even more reason for you to have told me!" Deidre stood and walked to the door opening it to leave. Terra released a dramatic sigh and followed her to the door.
"Look, I'm sorry - maybe I should have told you - but at the time-..."
"Save it Terra - does me little good now. Its over - he's with someone else now. I need to get my own life in order."
"Well leasing this place isn't going to help."
"Deeds done, I've signed the lease." Deidre announced locking the door as they left.
Heading down the stairs Terra followed and spoke her mind. "Deidre, look - I agree that now is the time to get your life in order...but... if you ask me, I think you should leave your daughter with her father."
That stopped Deidre at the downstairs exit of the warehouse apartments. With her hand on the knob she watched her friend come down the last three steps to stand in front of her. "Are you saying that I'm not a good mother to her?"
"I know you love her, there's no doubt in that. But don't forget who you're talking to now, I know you. You're not mother material... lets just face it. Some of us are, some of us aren't. There's nothing better for yourself and her, than to leave her with her father. Don't let your pride ruin your daughter's life."
Deidre stood and stared at her friend, she wanted to angrily snap at her, but she couldn't... not when she knew that she was right. She turned and made her exit leading to the parking lot where they were parked next to each other. Terra remained quiet to let her think. At their vehicles, Deidre stopped to stare across the top of her two door, white Mercedes coupe.
"You know Terra, I'll be honest. I've thought it... what you said, leaving her with him. Its just that it hurts to do it. I don't want my daughter thinking that I don't love her. That I didn't want her. That at the first opportunity I had to give her away, I took it. I feel as if I have to fight for her, just so she knows, that I love her. And I do... so much. She's him all over again, she's so beautiful - she's all that I have left of him."
"Maybe Deidre, that's the strongest reason of all that makes you want to get her back. Because as long as you have her, in a sense, you still have him?"
"No... I don't. He's in love with his fiancée - I mean really in love with her. I saw the look in his eyes when he looked at her. When she was sick. As much as he cherished me when we were together, I saw something in him I've never seen before. He was considerate, kind and good to me. With her, he's different. No... in view of that even having Angela with me, I know he would not be mine."
"Then is it the idea of another woman raising your daughter, being the dominant female in her life? Is that what keeps you from letting go?"
"Possibly. But I know Shawn, he's extremely protective of Angela, if Sylvia were not a good person, with hidden agenda's... there's no way he would trust our daughter to her. So, because he trusts her, I know she's trustworthy with her."
Terra considered that a moment and then got into her car. "Come on Deidre... we can finish this discussion at my place. You need to pack and start getting your things pulled from storage and delivered."
Deidre opened her car door and followed suit agreeing. Thinking about all of her stuff, all of her furniture and things from their house had been in storage since she moved out and went back home. She was excited now to get them all back and into her own home.
*
With her rooms locked from interruption, Georgiana sat with her heart pounding, her stomach fluttering and her nether region wet and throbbing. Short of breath she watched him in action. Wearing only a thin gossamer wrap, she knelt on her bed, breathing deep and shaky, touching herself - her motivation - the young Shawn in action in one of his porn movies. She'd been very careful to wait until Deidre and Oscar were out of the house. Days ago she'd gone into his study, opened his safe - the safe he thought safe from her. Not in her home it wasn't, she'd long ago gotten someone to come in and crack the code, giving her the combination. Thank goodness she had. Because the moment Deidre informed her of the tapes, inadvertently believing that she'd known about them all along, Georgiana's curiosity was triggered. There were six of them. She took them all, copied them and then put them back before Oscar knew of it.
Now she watched him in action.
Longing to be the woman whom he pounded away at. Georgiana's efforts increased as she masturbated watching him. She fell to her back and writhed on her bed covers trying to obtain the height of satisfaction she remembered she'd found at his hands. Reaching beside her, she grabbed the dildo that was molded from him. Having watched the movie before, she followed through after seeing the end of the 6 movies that advertised his penis saying, "You too can know the pleasures of
'Oscar Delight'! Don't let them be the only ones to feel such pleasure...emmmmm Oscar. - Get yours today.'
She'd laughed when she realized the name of it was her husband's name as well and without hesitation, she did just that. Found where it was sold, surprised that they were still available, and now she used it to fill herself as she moaned, watching him in action, wishing that she were the woman administering fellatio.
Finally it happened, she came to a climax, her body shivering and shaking as the movie went on. Laying on her bed, staring at the ceiling, her heart pounded as she thought of him. No matter how she tried to move on in life, there was something that brought her back to one clear conclusion. She was obsessed with him. It had to be obsession for her to be longing so as she did. Watching his porn movies. Purchasing his dildo. She sat up and looked at all the photographs of him surrounding her on the bed.
She picked one up, it was a picture of him and Deidre - she'd cut out a face picture of herself and glued it over her daughters face. One by one she picked up each photograph and held them, smiling to herself. Seeing herself next to him as he smiled and held her. With her thumb nail she scratched at some of the smeared dry glue, blowing it from the picture. Bringing the picture of him to her lips, she kissed the image of him.
"You're mine. You just don't realize it yet. Dating that - that nasty little - Negro! What's wrong with you - hmm - my darling - my love - what is it going to take to get through to you? You enjoyed me once, I know it was just as wonderful for you - as it was for me. Yet you fight it? Why? How many times must I come to you? What must I do to get through to you? No matter where you go - what you do - whom you're with - you still belong to me. Don't you know - I could give you the world. Everything your heart desires. Yet - you play this awful silly game. Playing hard to get - shame on you. I know you want me. I remember the words you said to me, the way you touched me, the feel of you - oooh..." She laid the pictures down and stared at the movie. Stared at the young man. Listening to the cries and gasps of the woman as he pumped into her with her legs over his shoulders, his length hard, huge and battering her as she cried out to endure him.
Georgiana's heart was pounding as she laid back and used his dildo again. She was the woman, he was her man and somehow - some way... one day - he would love her again. He would touch her again, he would beg that she forgive him. That she please look upon him with adoration and know... that never again would he stray to another. One day... one day.
Stepping out of the shower, with a towel wrapped around her body, and another around her hair, Georgiana packed away her pictures, picked up the tapes and put them all in a box that she hid in her closet. Coming out of it, she walked to the mirror and began drying her hair. She stood and took a closer look at herself in the mirror. The woman that looked back at her was still attractive, outside of the tiny lines at the corners of her eyes and bracketing her mouth. She leaned her head back, turned it left then right and looked at her neck, wondering about the skin growing loose there. She opened the towel and looked at her slender body. The tone of her skin. Her breast, they were small, empty, flat. Images of Sylvia kept playing over and over in her mind. She had very full, shapely lips, large dramatic, dark eyes.
Wrapping the towel back around herself, Georgiana went to her phone and dialled a number.
"Hello Brenda, it's me. I need a plastic surgeon, the best there is."
"SHAWN! THAT'S VILE!!!"
"DADDY!!! PEEE-UUU!!!"
"What? What I do?" Shawn pretended innocence, lounging on the sofa in Sylvia's basement playing one of his Playstation games courtesy of her big screen, where he'd hooked it up once they'd gotten home from his parents, this was encouraged by Derrick and sons. Now that it was connected, Sylvia could see, her future husband was just a bit game addicted. Shawn was in heaven, just finished eating a fantastic meal Sylvia had prepared. A large pot of spaghetti mixed with one incredible sauce thick and rich, filled with chunky tomatoes mixed in with a tomato based paste, built up from there with perfect Italian sausage, ground beef, mushrooms galore, red and green bell peppers, onions, garlic, zucchini, and a herb mix out of this world. She baked from scratch, to die for garlic biscuits and made the most incredible salad with a warm tangy bacon salad dressing. He was full after two servings and now he lay relaxed with his evening comfort wear on. Gym briefs, socks and a tank top that Sylvia couldn't help but appreciate him in. Keeping her eyes off of him was quite the challenge, until he leaned to the left and cut one.
"Daddy you know what you did!" Angela laughed holding her nose.
"Shawn! You need to check yo' britches after that! God almighty, what - you need an enema?" Sylvia asked as she and Angela looked at each other, nodding that he most certainly did need one.
"Why is it that the man always gets the blame? And besides, you fed me!" He informed her grinning, never taking his eyes off of his man, playing his game, refusing to let them break his concentration, he'd been at it for the last half an hour, moving up two levels, he was gonna conquer this game if it was the last thing he did that day.
"Yeah right! I can see now you got me down for a sure thing, once they start fartin' - that's it!" She shook her head, folding up the last load of clothes, giving Angela a pile of her things to carry up to her room.
They'd been back for two days from his parents, following Derrick who brought Angela with them. Derrick and family spent the day with them there, listening to Shawn's plans for the new house, and Meribel and Sylvia going over her ideas for turning her home into a bed and breakfast. The two women having so much in common from their past had no trouble at all fitting into an easy comfortable friendship. Sylvia had forgotten how nice it was to have someone to talk to about so many things. She and Meribel could talk about anything, that included Shanna as well, who was supposed to be coming the following week. Sylvia couldn't believe her luck in finding out that Shanna upholstered furniture and did custom designs in draperies and furniture. It seemed they would have plenty of help getting the project of a new home and a bed and breakfast underway.
That morning, Shawn received the phone call from family services. All of his equipment and things had been checked and cleared. He went to the court house, was further briefed, collected his computer, laptop and personal home movies happy to hear that he could sleep in the same house with his daughter again. He had to set up counselling for himself and her while she was with him. Upon his return... Sylvia had an incredible meal waiting for him. She and Angela spent the day getting one of the extra bedrooms set up for her at her house. Sylvia was struggling with suddenly having to give up so much of her space so soon. There was no problem with Angela, the problem was with Shawn. He wanted to move in. His idea was to first get their home built across the road, and he'd move in with her. Once it was done, they could all move across the road and he would then get started on the house for the bed and breakfast, saying that many things he could do while they were living in it. Again, a miniature tiff had arisen.
"Are you wanting us to get married and start our family now or not?!" He'd asked brusquely.
"Why can't we do the bed and breakfast first... and then the house."
"Either way it goes, we're going to have to live together Sylvia! Let's get our home built and finished first, we move in... then we can focus on here, and invest whatever is necessary and then open for the season next year."
"I suppose... that makes sense." She gave in. Everything was happening so quickly. She was back and forth between being madly in love with him, to grieving over her lost independence. She had to shake herself because of the thoughts, of -
'Was it not just last summer, that I was totally alone, and completely happy to be? Doing my own thing, didn't have to ask anyone, anything?'