When I walked back into the sitting room, Justin had dinner set-up at the table. He had ordered Shrimp pasta for me and Chicken Parmigiana for himself. That was fine with me. I just let him know that I wanted some of his parmigiana. He laughed and told me that I wasn’t playing when I told him that I was hungry. I accepted the glass of Ace that he handed me and drank it. I had finished my dinner and was eating what he had put on my plate from his plate when he finished eating. He removed his plate and then I handed him mine. He placed both plates on the serving tray and took out the strawberries and cherries. I asked if he could bring them into the bathroom. I explained that I wanted to get into the tub and relax before we went any further. He agreed that he would bring the fruit into the bathroom. He didn’t seem to like the idea that I wanted to be alone in the tub. That was his problem though. He would either do it my way or no way at all. I could call a cab and go home, if he gave me any problems. He didn’t though. Justin came into the bathroom after I had gotten into the tub. He had taken everything but his Sean John boxer briefs off. I loved the lion he had tattooed on the right side of his back. The lion’s eyes were as hazel as his. He had his initials, JL on the earring that the lion wore. Justin just oozed sex. When Justin had on a suit, his tallness and built demanded respect. He carried himself very well. Whatever Justin wore, he looked good in. I had never seen him wearing a sweat suit or sneakers. His body was athletic. It was easy to see that he worked out and put effort in his appearance. I mean he didn’t look like Al Reynolds, there was nothing that would suggest Justin was on the down low, but he did care about how he looked. I was glad for that. I didn’t take interest in what they call, rough necks but I sure didn’t like a man that was over metro-sexual. That thought sent chills up my spine. As I looked over at Justin he was pouring me another glass of Ace. He picked up a brush with his other hand. He handed me the glass of champagne and started brushing my hair. I sipped the champagne and then leaned my head back. His brushing my hair felt good. I reached over and dipped a strawberry into my glass. I took it out and held it out for Justin. Justin bit it and then motioned for me to eat the rest. I redipped it into the champagne and then stuck it into my mouth. It was sweet and juicy. I pulled some cherries and placed them into my glass.
I drank the glass of Ace and then started eating the cherries. The champagne made them taste even sweeter. After I washed, I figured I better get out before I turned into a prune. Justin came to the side of the tub with a towel.
I stood up and before I could step out, he lifted me out of the tub. Justin carried me into the bedroom. He joked about me gaining weight before he laid me on the bed. I lay back and allowed him to begin to dry my body down. It felt good to have him massage my body as he lotion me down with my La Prairie Limited-Edition Silver Rain Glistening Body Oil Mist. Justin took his time and didn’t miss a muscle in my body. I knew that he had put great detail into what he did to my body. When he got to my stomach, he cracked a joke about how heavy I felt when he lifted me up and brought me into the bedroom. I lifted up on my elbows and playfully knocked him on his head. I told him that he never said that to a lady knowing that she just ate. He ducked before I could swat at him again and laughingly apologized. Justin told me to turn over on my stomach and went back to misting me down. After he finished with my backside, he hit my ass and told me to turn over. I obligated just as I was told. Justin started playing with my feet. He knew I was ticklish but that didn’t stop him from putting my toes in his mouth. He started sucking them and massaging them as I screamed for him to stop. When he did stop, he pushed my legs apart. He slid up in between them. I half - closed my eyes because I knew what was next. He licked his lips and then his finger. He blew on my pussy and then stuck his tongue in it. He started fucking my pussy with his tongue. H would put his tongue in, take it out and then slide it across my clit. I was definitely enjoying in, as I squirmed. Just like everything else, so far, Justin knew how to eat pussy. He lifted me up and then sat me on his face. He started bouncing me up and down by my waist. It was feeling so good, I held onto the bed frame and started fucking him. I didn’t need him to lead me. I took full control. I knew what he wanted and I was about to give it to him. I came all in his mouth. After I came, I rolled over and put my legs behind my head. I knew that would be all the invitation he would need. Justin leaned over my pussy that was inviting him to come inside, he kissed it started sucking it again. He put on his condom, then guided his dick into my wet pussy and started fucking me. I knew that he would go crazy seeing me bent into a pretzel. He rode my pussy until it was about dry. I reached for my bag from the night stand. Justin handed it to me without ever stopping fucking me. I took my lubricant out, leaned up and poured it on my pussy and his dick. The coldness and the wetness made Justin scream. Just as he screamed, he came. I knew that it wasn’t over. I unlocked my legs came out of the pretzel and bent to change his condom. I took that one off, poured more spermicide in the new one, pumped some in me and then applied this condom like I liked to, with my mouth. This made Justin hard again. My sucking and stroking his dick got him up. By the time, I got the condom to the tip of his dick, he was at full attention. I sat on his dick and started riding. He started screaming that I was the best fuck he ever had. He wanted me to say that it was his pussy and although I didn’t have anybody else. I leaned forward and then stuck my titties in his mouth. I did this to shut him up. I was willing to play with him but I wasn’t willing to say those words. My pussy did not belong to him. When I stuck my titties into his mouth this made him lean forward which made me tighten my pussy around his dick.
It caused a greater sensation for him and a deeper sensation for me. I felt him shake and I knew that I was about to cum. He held me tighter and sucked my tittie like it was a baby’s bottle. My body went into convulsions as he muffled he was cumming. We came together. At this point I was really tired; I rolled over onto my side. I took his condom off and got up to go into the bathroom.
When I got in the bathroom, I threw the condom in the trash and cut the shower on. I was going to rinse my body off. Justin came into the bathroom and closed the door, I just looked at him.
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
Monday, September 22, 2008
The Beginning - My Diary
It didn’t take as long as I thought it would after dropping Faith and Frank at my condo building. When we pulled up to my office building, I handed my dry cleaning ticket to my driver. I asked him to pick up my dry cleaning and bring them upstairs for me. He walked me to the elevator and left.
As I walked into my office suite, I saw everyone was busy doing something. I signaled to Brianna and Melody and went into my office. Going over the proposals that Brandi had left and other business, the afternoon went quickly. When I looked up from the last home listing that I was proofing, the clock read 6:15pm. I called Melody into the office. I told her that I would be in tomorrow about 2pm. We went over the business that needed to be done before I got in, what I wanted Brandi and Brianna to do and general office matters. I called my driver to let him know I would be coming downstairs and walked into my office closet. I went through the dry cleaning. I took out my Ellen Tracy outfit that consisted of a brown Leather Jacket, Modern Silk Blouse in Oyster beige and my Wide-Leg Pants in Sable (brown)/oyster (beige) tweed. I love Ellen Tracy. She is one of the few black designers that high – end stores carry clothes. I took out my La Perla Must-Have Push-Up Bra and my matching La Perla Must-Have Culottes underwear in beige. I then changed my bag from my cherry Salvatore Ferragamo patent leather Gancio Lucchetto Hobo to my Hogan Woody Media tote in shimmery sand. After switching bags, I put my undergarments and my Christian Dior Extreme Cutout Sandals in stone (silver) into my Gucci tote bag. I locked my Coach briefcase in my closet and gathered my cell phones to leave.
When I stepped off the elevator, my driver saw me coming and rushed to take my overnight bags. I smiled and thanked him as I got into the car. Once he had put the bags into the trunk, I gave him the address to The Marriott Marquis Hotel, as if he didn’t already know it, and asked him to pass me the car phone. I called the Marquis and asked for Justin’s room number. Justin picked up on the second ring, sounding anxious. Hello, my darling, I said into the receiver. I was happy to be going to see Justin but I hadn’t forgotten about my earlier frustration with him. Justin returned my greeting of happiness. He said that he had just ordered up my favorite fruit, strawberries and cherries. I laughed and before I could ask him, he told me that he had also requested extra whipped crème and Ace of Spade champagne, another favorite of mine. I asked him had he ordered up dinner because I was quite hungry. He took my order and told me to come straight upstairs, not to even stop and ask for the key. I didn’t think anything of it. My mind was full with thoughts of the fantastic fucking that would be going on after dinner.
When we pulled up in front of the hotel, I instructed my driver to pick me up at 1pm, tomorrow. I told him to enjoy his morning and that tomorrow would be an early day. He thanked me, popped open the trunk, helped me out of the car and then handed my luggage to the hotel’s bell boy. I walked with the bell boy to the elevator, gave him the floor number and we got on, as soon as the doors opened. My insides were starting to get jittery with anticipation. I knew that I had a long evening ahead of me. I had my safe sex bag and I was more than ready.
By the time the elevator stopped, I needed to take a shower. I had thoughts of Frank running through my mind as I rode up in the elevator. I was wondering what he was doing and if he had seen his girls. The shower would help to erase thoughts of Frank and his situation out of my head. The elevator doors opened and we stepped off. The bell boy knocked on the door, while I turned off my cell phones. Before Justin opened the door, I asked the bell boy to have the front desk ring the room at 12:30 the next afternoon. I wanted to make sure that I was going to be able to drag myself out of bed. Justin was a fantastic fuck partner. He had stamina like I hadn’t seen before. I was secretly hoping that he wasn’t catching those ‘female’ emotions and starting to get attached. Before, I had the chance to think about Justin’s feelings anymore, he opened the door. He reached pass the bell boy to hug me. In one swift movement, he lifted me off my feet as he pulled me into the hotel suite. I laughed and kissed him back before playfully hitting him on his shoulder to put me down. He laughed, kissed me again and then placed me back on the floor. Justin reached into his pocket and took out his wallet. He pulled a $20 out and handed it to the bell boy. The bell boy thanked him, turned and left. Justin made sure the bottom door was locked before turning his attention back to me. When he did, I saw the lust in his eyes. Maybe it was the way that he licked his lips as he looked at me. I thought that he sure had LL Cool J beat at his own signature move. Justin’s hazel eyes danced against the ray of sunlight that was pouring into the room. He walked to me and took me by my hand. Pulling me to him, I felt his 11 1/2 size dick start to get hard. I reached down and unzipped his pants, as we continued to kiss. His moaning was the pressure I needed to reach my hand in his pants and release his dick. I felt it growing in my hand as his breathing started to quicken. I wanted sex but I wanted to eat even more. I pulled myself out of his arms and dropped to my knees. Before I took him in my mouth, I asked if he had ordered up dinner. When he insisted that he had, I took him into my mouth. I started sucking his dick as if it was a lollipop. Justin took his belt a loose and unsnapped his pants. When I came off of the head of his dick, his pre-ejaculation was streaming from his dick to my mouth. I wiped it while Justin pulled his pants down to his ankles. I then started sucking on his head, again. I licked it and sucked the juice while he begged me to take the whole thing into my mouth. Then he started rubbing his hands through my hair. I took the head in slowly while playing with his balls. He moaned my name in desire. I took 10 inches into my mouth and then he was screaming for me to take the rest in. he started pushing my head a little faster while begging me to take it all. I opened my mouth wider and took all of him into it. He screamed and then I knew he was ready to cum. I eased up off of sucking his dick and slide it in between my titties. I had the head facing me, while he started screaming with desire. He was loving, fucking my titties. I rubbed them harder against his dick. I knew that he was ready to explode when he started fucking them faster and saying my name. He came all over my titties just as we heard the knock on the door. Justin said one moment, as he helped me up off of my knees. I smiled and kissed him, as I turned to go into the bathroom. I took a washcloth, wet it and wiped my mouth then my titties. I wet another washcloth and went back into the sitting room. Justin was sitting on the couch with his head laid back and his eyes closed.
I bent down and wiped his dick off. When I did that he opened his eyes and smiled at me. I just wanted him to get up so that he could go to the door and get dinner. I was past hungry at this point, I was starving. He stood, fixed his pants and went to open the door. I went back into the bathroom to run my bath water and to look at my dress. I had pulled it up over my head while I was sucking Justin’s dick. I wanted to check for any cum stains. I was glad I didn’t see any on it but my bra had stains all over it. I got my Gucci overnight bag and checked for my Woolite. I took it out of the bag, cut the water in the sink on, plugged the sink and poured some Woolite into it. I placed my bra in the sink to let it soak. When I put the Woolite back into my bag, I checked to make sure I had enough spermicide and condoms. After that explosion, Justin had, I knew that it was indeed going to be a long night. I smiled at myself in the mirror and checked my bath water. I wanted to make sure that my tub was full of bubbles. I was going to soak in that tub, alone. That I was sure of. I wanted my time before anything else kicked off between Justin and me.
As I walked into my office suite, I saw everyone was busy doing something. I signaled to Brianna and Melody and went into my office. Going over the proposals that Brandi had left and other business, the afternoon went quickly. When I looked up from the last home listing that I was proofing, the clock read 6:15pm. I called Melody into the office. I told her that I would be in tomorrow about 2pm. We went over the business that needed to be done before I got in, what I wanted Brandi and Brianna to do and general office matters. I called my driver to let him know I would be coming downstairs and walked into my office closet. I went through the dry cleaning. I took out my Ellen Tracy outfit that consisted of a brown Leather Jacket, Modern Silk Blouse in Oyster beige and my Wide-Leg Pants in Sable (brown)/oyster (beige) tweed. I love Ellen Tracy. She is one of the few black designers that high – end stores carry clothes. I took out my La Perla Must-Have Push-Up Bra and my matching La Perla Must-Have Culottes underwear in beige. I then changed my bag from my cherry Salvatore Ferragamo patent leather Gancio Lucchetto Hobo to my Hogan Woody Media tote in shimmery sand. After switching bags, I put my undergarments and my Christian Dior Extreme Cutout Sandals in stone (silver) into my Gucci tote bag. I locked my Coach briefcase in my closet and gathered my cell phones to leave.
When I stepped off the elevator, my driver saw me coming and rushed to take my overnight bags. I smiled and thanked him as I got into the car. Once he had put the bags into the trunk, I gave him the address to The Marriott Marquis Hotel, as if he didn’t already know it, and asked him to pass me the car phone. I called the Marquis and asked for Justin’s room number. Justin picked up on the second ring, sounding anxious. Hello, my darling, I said into the receiver. I was happy to be going to see Justin but I hadn’t forgotten about my earlier frustration with him. Justin returned my greeting of happiness. He said that he had just ordered up my favorite fruit, strawberries and cherries. I laughed and before I could ask him, he told me that he had also requested extra whipped crème and Ace of Spade champagne, another favorite of mine. I asked him had he ordered up dinner because I was quite hungry. He took my order and told me to come straight upstairs, not to even stop and ask for the key. I didn’t think anything of it. My mind was full with thoughts of the fantastic fucking that would be going on after dinner.
When we pulled up in front of the hotel, I instructed my driver to pick me up at 1pm, tomorrow. I told him to enjoy his morning and that tomorrow would be an early day. He thanked me, popped open the trunk, helped me out of the car and then handed my luggage to the hotel’s bell boy. I walked with the bell boy to the elevator, gave him the floor number and we got on, as soon as the doors opened. My insides were starting to get jittery with anticipation. I knew that I had a long evening ahead of me. I had my safe sex bag and I was more than ready.
By the time the elevator stopped, I needed to take a shower. I had thoughts of Frank running through my mind as I rode up in the elevator. I was wondering what he was doing and if he had seen his girls. The shower would help to erase thoughts of Frank and his situation out of my head. The elevator doors opened and we stepped off. The bell boy knocked on the door, while I turned off my cell phones. Before Justin opened the door, I asked the bell boy to have the front desk ring the room at 12:30 the next afternoon. I wanted to make sure that I was going to be able to drag myself out of bed. Justin was a fantastic fuck partner. He had stamina like I hadn’t seen before. I was secretly hoping that he wasn’t catching those ‘female’ emotions and starting to get attached. Before, I had the chance to think about Justin’s feelings anymore, he opened the door. He reached pass the bell boy to hug me. In one swift movement, he lifted me off my feet as he pulled me into the hotel suite. I laughed and kissed him back before playfully hitting him on his shoulder to put me down. He laughed, kissed me again and then placed me back on the floor. Justin reached into his pocket and took out his wallet. He pulled a $20 out and handed it to the bell boy. The bell boy thanked him, turned and left. Justin made sure the bottom door was locked before turning his attention back to me. When he did, I saw the lust in his eyes. Maybe it was the way that he licked his lips as he looked at me. I thought that he sure had LL Cool J beat at his own signature move. Justin’s hazel eyes danced against the ray of sunlight that was pouring into the room. He walked to me and took me by my hand. Pulling me to him, I felt his 11 1/2 size dick start to get hard. I reached down and unzipped his pants, as we continued to kiss. His moaning was the pressure I needed to reach my hand in his pants and release his dick. I felt it growing in my hand as his breathing started to quicken. I wanted sex but I wanted to eat even more. I pulled myself out of his arms and dropped to my knees. Before I took him in my mouth, I asked if he had ordered up dinner. When he insisted that he had, I took him into my mouth. I started sucking his dick as if it was a lollipop. Justin took his belt a loose and unsnapped his pants. When I came off of the head of his dick, his pre-ejaculation was streaming from his dick to my mouth. I wiped it while Justin pulled his pants down to his ankles. I then started sucking on his head, again. I licked it and sucked the juice while he begged me to take the whole thing into my mouth. Then he started rubbing his hands through my hair. I took the head in slowly while playing with his balls. He moaned my name in desire. I took 10 inches into my mouth and then he was screaming for me to take the rest in. he started pushing my head a little faster while begging me to take it all. I opened my mouth wider and took all of him into it. He screamed and then I knew he was ready to cum. I eased up off of sucking his dick and slide it in between my titties. I had the head facing me, while he started screaming with desire. He was loving, fucking my titties. I rubbed them harder against his dick. I knew that he was ready to explode when he started fucking them faster and saying my name. He came all over my titties just as we heard the knock on the door. Justin said one moment, as he helped me up off of my knees. I smiled and kissed him, as I turned to go into the bathroom. I took a washcloth, wet it and wiped my mouth then my titties. I wet another washcloth and went back into the sitting room. Justin was sitting on the couch with his head laid back and his eyes closed.
I bent down and wiped his dick off. When I did that he opened his eyes and smiled at me. I just wanted him to get up so that he could go to the door and get dinner. I was past hungry at this point, I was starving. He stood, fixed his pants and went to open the door. I went back into the bathroom to run my bath water and to look at my dress. I had pulled it up over my head while I was sucking Justin’s dick. I wanted to check for any cum stains. I was glad I didn’t see any on it but my bra had stains all over it. I got my Gucci overnight bag and checked for my Woolite. I took it out of the bag, cut the water in the sink on, plugged the sink and poured some Woolite into it. I placed my bra in the sink to let it soak. When I put the Woolite back into my bag, I checked to make sure I had enough spermicide and condoms. After that explosion, Justin had, I knew that it was indeed going to be a long night. I smiled at myself in the mirror and checked my bath water. I wanted to make sure that my tub was full of bubbles. I was going to soak in that tub, alone. That I was sure of. I wanted my time before anything else kicked off between Justin and me.
Sunday, September 21, 2008
My Diary - The Beginning
Walking outside, I saw Faith sitting on a bench, my car in front of the police station but I didn’t see Frank. I walked to the bench and sat down, beside Faith. Remembering the pain she felt in losing ‘Lee’, I asked Faith how she was doing. She stated that she was fine. She was more interested in the way Frank and I were behaving. She thought that we were acting as if we were a couple. I tried to explain that I did and probably would always have deep feelings for Frank. I was enjoying having him at the condo because He made me feel safe. Faith laughed and told me that I was probably enjoying the dick in a jar, as well. That’s what we called having more than one sexual partner, “A Dick in a Jar”. It meant we always had a back-up. I laughed it off. Funny, thing is although I hated to admit it, even to myself, I was starting to want Frank around me. The main things that kept me at bay were his girls and my independence. I wasn’t going to let Faith off the hook that easy though. We had grown up together. There was not a day that we breathed that we hadn’t been friends. Faith, Hope and Destiny. Not necessarily in that order but in that closeness. So I knew that as sure as I was lying to myself, Faith was also lying to herself but not to me. I figured that time would tell. Faith’s husband Scott knew that Faith wasn’t in love with him when they married. However, he felt that time and familiarity would keep them together. It’s funny how doctors were able to analyze and treat their patients but often couldn’t follow their own orders. So far, Scott had been right. Up until now. The look that Faith gave Lee and he returned showed there was unfinished business between them. Frank knew it also. Looking around for Frank, now, I saw him talking to some men. I was just about to say something more to Faith when my phone rang. The caller id displayed Justin’s number. I excused myself from the bench, after showing the phone to Faith, and got up to walk away. Justin told me that he had gone over in one meeting that made him run late getting to another. He wanted to know where I was at and if we were going to still be able to get together. His running late was a good thing. It would allow me to complete my business. When we left here I intended to drop Faith off with Frank and then head up to Manhattan. Justin went on about his wanting to spend time with me and how his thinking about me was the only way he was making it through the day. Justin always knew what to say to make me smile. There was no way that I could turn him down, not that I wanted to. As I saw Frank walking toward us, I agreed to call him before leaving for the hotel. He blew kisses at me, as I hung up the phone.
Frank wanted us to go with him to his attorney. I agreed because I knew that he needed the moral support. Frank gave the driver the address to the attorney’s office. Luckily, everything was right in Astoria. That meant with luck I would do good time in getting to Manhattan. Faith talked about her twins and how big they were growing. I apologized because I hadn’t been to see my goddaughters in a while. She told me that they are always asking for Auntie Destiny. I smiled, Charity Lee and Chastity Leigh were little angels. So far the closest I had come to being a real Godmother was setting up a trust fund, paying for their education and extra-curricular activities. I wasn’t really into children. I always tried to find something else to do when it came to birthday parties. I just didn’t have that maternal gene. Didn’t have it as a little girl and was tired of explaining that to people. Frank and Faith started showing off pictures of their daughters. I hadn’t seen Frank’s daughters and didn’t want to. I took out one of my cell phones and called into my office. The receptionist, Melody answered. We talked for awhile before she passed me through to Brandi. Brandi said that she had drawn up offers for two clients and that she was going to put them on my desk. She said that she had to leave before I got there, she needed to register for classes. I reminded her to bring in her schedule so that I could approve the classes for tuition reimbursement. I asked her if she had found someone to cover the time she would need off to attend school. She said that she had a few prospects but wanted to interview them before having them apply. Afterwards, I spoke to Brianna. Brianna informed me that a new company had called about retaining my services. When she attempted to look them up, she couldn’t find anything on them. Not in the Better Business Bureau, online or at the Bureau of Licensing. She felt that there was something not right about this company. I asked her to fax the information to our attorney asking for an inquest. I normally get bogus clients. Most of the time it was my competition finding out how I handled new clients or asking for free advice. I viewed my knowledge of the HR field much to that like an attorney. I had to stay aware of the current laws governing employees and employers. Although I had my Juris Doctorate in Law, I preferred not to practice it. I used my degree for both of my businesses but that was all. I kept up my certification and continuing education. Education is very important to me. I made it a policy in both of my companies to pay part of the tuition fees of my employees. I also sent and paid for them to go to continuing education courses in their prospective fields. After speaking with them both, I felt comfortable about being a little late going in. My driver pulled up in front of Frank’s attorney’s building. Frank and Faith scrambled to put away their wallets before descending from the car. They got out when they had everything put away.
I lagged behind Frank and Faith. I was dreading having to get this deep involved. I always felt that no matter what I wasn’t involved with his divorce. I considered my incidents with Frank’s wife separate from Frank’s divorce. I know it seemed stupid to some people but it’s how I tried to keep myself grounded. Faith was telling Frank that if he found a house near her, she could look into openings at the school, the daycare provider and extra curricular activities. She felt that it would be a big help to him to have everything in order before facing the judge. I agreed with her but didn’t comment. Frank turned and reached for my hand. I smiled, before giving him my hand. Just before we reached the attorney’s door, I reached for Faith. She gave me the strength I needed to walk through that door.
Frank’s attorney was an older woman. She seemed to be real rigid in her demands. She laid everything on the line. The fact that Frank was the legal father was in his favor. She felt that the girls’ not knowing that he wasn’t their father was also good. She said that Frank appeared to be doing everything that the courts would consider to be consistent. He displayed consistency by still providing not just monetary and insurance support but also emotional support. His continuing to have visits with his daughters and allowing them to have an open relationship with their maternal grandparents would also work in his favor. She displayed concern about his staying at my house. I didn’t respond verbally but made direct eye contact with her when she said it, especially since she looked directly at me. Frank immediately told her his plans of purchasing a house in the suburbs. She felt that his buying a house should be put on hold until the divorce was finalized. I told her that he would be looking for a short term lease to own. She thought that was perfect. The fact that his wife continued to want to stay married after she had knowledge of his extramarital affair with me was also in his favor. However, she felt that the most damaging factor to his custody battle would be the girls’ fathers. Not knowing who they were could be crucial. I didn’t say anything. When his lawyer mentioned their fathers, I remembered that Friend said he knew who they were. More and more, it seemed as if Frank and Friend needed to meet. I knew that it would be selfish on my part to continue to keep them apart. They needed to collaborate on who was stalking me and on Frank’s daughters. I thought that maybe I could do it in a way that they wouldn’t know that I was seeing them both. Realistically, I knew that Friend already knew everything there was to know about Frank.
Well, I figured that I would have a little time to work out their meeting. That was until his lawyer told him that she was filing an emergency placement suit. This would get the ball rolling in getting temporary custody established. Frank’s wife being in a mental institute undergoing psychiatric testing helped him, immensely. I knew that I would have to contact Friend and get the information about the girls’ fathers.
My phone started ringing off the hook. I had gotten my cell phone back from the police officers. I looked at the caller id and it was Justin. I knew that he would be starting to get anxious because he didn’t have much time in the NY. I was getting just as anxious. Especially after coming out of Frank’s lawyer’s office. Faith and I excused ourselves while Frank continued to fill out the necessary paperwork for the custody placement and the divorce.
I pressed the answer key and asked “What’s wrong”. Justin started telling me how his proposal had went great and they needed him to stay an extra day. I thought it was a good thing. What I didn’t like was the fact that I had told Justin that I would call him. His calling me back and it not being a medical emergency had me feeling as if he was invading my privacy. I looked at Faith and rolled my eyes. She knew that something was wrong. Justin went on talking about his meeting and how great it was that he would be able to spend more time with me. I don’t know if he really understood how upset I was. I know that I didn’t say anything but that should have told him something. Anyway, I let Justin go on and on about basically nothing until I saw Frank coming towards us. In Justin’s mid- sentence, I interrupted him and told him, I’ll call him when I was finished working. I told Faith that Justin was pressing me about spending time with him. She laughed and told me that if I didn’t stop working my voodoo on these men, I would have more problems. After she said that she realized that I was already having trouble and we didn’t know from whom. She hugged me and apologized. I laughed it off, even though I was starting to really get worried on the inside. Frank came over and hugged me. I hugged him back and then asked him why he had hugged me. He said that he knew how much it took for me to go with him to the attorney and to hear all about his divorce. I looked from him to Faith and then asked if I seemed that shallow. I really wanted to know if how I was feeling about not wanting to be involved with Frank’s children and divorce showed. I wanted to know because if it showed ho I felt about that then it showed how I was starting to feel about Frank. Faith assured me that it wasn’t a bad thing but because I didn’t say much in the attorney’s office, everyone could tell that I was uncomfortable. Frank felt that my uncomfortness had to do with the situation with his wife. I let him go with that. My feelings about children were well known but I didn’t want Frank to feel that I didn’t care. I apologized to both of them for seeming miserable and making them uncomfortable. They accepted my apology and we hugged again, for the umpteenth time. I was happy that I would be dropping them off and getting to work. I know that Justin had just upset me but I was glad he was in the NY. I needed to release some of the anxiety and irritability that I was feeling.
Frank wanted us to go with him to his attorney. I agreed because I knew that he needed the moral support. Frank gave the driver the address to the attorney’s office. Luckily, everything was right in Astoria. That meant with luck I would do good time in getting to Manhattan. Faith talked about her twins and how big they were growing. I apologized because I hadn’t been to see my goddaughters in a while. She told me that they are always asking for Auntie Destiny. I smiled, Charity Lee and Chastity Leigh were little angels. So far the closest I had come to being a real Godmother was setting up a trust fund, paying for their education and extra-curricular activities. I wasn’t really into children. I always tried to find something else to do when it came to birthday parties. I just didn’t have that maternal gene. Didn’t have it as a little girl and was tired of explaining that to people. Frank and Faith started showing off pictures of their daughters. I hadn’t seen Frank’s daughters and didn’t want to. I took out one of my cell phones and called into my office. The receptionist, Melody answered. We talked for awhile before she passed me through to Brandi. Brandi said that she had drawn up offers for two clients and that she was going to put them on my desk. She said that she had to leave before I got there, she needed to register for classes. I reminded her to bring in her schedule so that I could approve the classes for tuition reimbursement. I asked her if she had found someone to cover the time she would need off to attend school. She said that she had a few prospects but wanted to interview them before having them apply. Afterwards, I spoke to Brianna. Brianna informed me that a new company had called about retaining my services. When she attempted to look them up, she couldn’t find anything on them. Not in the Better Business Bureau, online or at the Bureau of Licensing. She felt that there was something not right about this company. I asked her to fax the information to our attorney asking for an inquest. I normally get bogus clients. Most of the time it was my competition finding out how I handled new clients or asking for free advice. I viewed my knowledge of the HR field much to that like an attorney. I had to stay aware of the current laws governing employees and employers. Although I had my Juris Doctorate in Law, I preferred not to practice it. I used my degree for both of my businesses but that was all. I kept up my certification and continuing education. Education is very important to me. I made it a policy in both of my companies to pay part of the tuition fees of my employees. I also sent and paid for them to go to continuing education courses in their prospective fields. After speaking with them both, I felt comfortable about being a little late going in. My driver pulled up in front of Frank’s attorney’s building. Frank and Faith scrambled to put away their wallets before descending from the car. They got out when they had everything put away.
I lagged behind Frank and Faith. I was dreading having to get this deep involved. I always felt that no matter what I wasn’t involved with his divorce. I considered my incidents with Frank’s wife separate from Frank’s divorce. I know it seemed stupid to some people but it’s how I tried to keep myself grounded. Faith was telling Frank that if he found a house near her, she could look into openings at the school, the daycare provider and extra curricular activities. She felt that it would be a big help to him to have everything in order before facing the judge. I agreed with her but didn’t comment. Frank turned and reached for my hand. I smiled, before giving him my hand. Just before we reached the attorney’s door, I reached for Faith. She gave me the strength I needed to walk through that door.
Frank’s attorney was an older woman. She seemed to be real rigid in her demands. She laid everything on the line. The fact that Frank was the legal father was in his favor. She felt that the girls’ not knowing that he wasn’t their father was also good. She said that Frank appeared to be doing everything that the courts would consider to be consistent. He displayed consistency by still providing not just monetary and insurance support but also emotional support. His continuing to have visits with his daughters and allowing them to have an open relationship with their maternal grandparents would also work in his favor. She displayed concern about his staying at my house. I didn’t respond verbally but made direct eye contact with her when she said it, especially since she looked directly at me. Frank immediately told her his plans of purchasing a house in the suburbs. She felt that his buying a house should be put on hold until the divorce was finalized. I told her that he would be looking for a short term lease to own. She thought that was perfect. The fact that his wife continued to want to stay married after she had knowledge of his extramarital affair with me was also in his favor. However, she felt that the most damaging factor to his custody battle would be the girls’ fathers. Not knowing who they were could be crucial. I didn’t say anything. When his lawyer mentioned their fathers, I remembered that Friend said he knew who they were. More and more, it seemed as if Frank and Friend needed to meet. I knew that it would be selfish on my part to continue to keep them apart. They needed to collaborate on who was stalking me and on Frank’s daughters. I thought that maybe I could do it in a way that they wouldn’t know that I was seeing them both. Realistically, I knew that Friend already knew everything there was to know about Frank.
Well, I figured that I would have a little time to work out their meeting. That was until his lawyer told him that she was filing an emergency placement suit. This would get the ball rolling in getting temporary custody established. Frank’s wife being in a mental institute undergoing psychiatric testing helped him, immensely. I knew that I would have to contact Friend and get the information about the girls’ fathers.
My phone started ringing off the hook. I had gotten my cell phone back from the police officers. I looked at the caller id and it was Justin. I knew that he would be starting to get anxious because he didn’t have much time in the NY. I was getting just as anxious. Especially after coming out of Frank’s lawyer’s office. Faith and I excused ourselves while Frank continued to fill out the necessary paperwork for the custody placement and the divorce.
I pressed the answer key and asked “What’s wrong”. Justin started telling me how his proposal had went great and they needed him to stay an extra day. I thought it was a good thing. What I didn’t like was the fact that I had told Justin that I would call him. His calling me back and it not being a medical emergency had me feeling as if he was invading my privacy. I looked at Faith and rolled my eyes. She knew that something was wrong. Justin went on talking about his meeting and how great it was that he would be able to spend more time with me. I don’t know if he really understood how upset I was. I know that I didn’t say anything but that should have told him something. Anyway, I let Justin go on and on about basically nothing until I saw Frank coming towards us. In Justin’s mid- sentence, I interrupted him and told him, I’ll call him when I was finished working. I told Faith that Justin was pressing me about spending time with him. She laughed and told me that if I didn’t stop working my voodoo on these men, I would have more problems. After she said that she realized that I was already having trouble and we didn’t know from whom. She hugged me and apologized. I laughed it off, even though I was starting to really get worried on the inside. Frank came over and hugged me. I hugged him back and then asked him why he had hugged me. He said that he knew how much it took for me to go with him to the attorney and to hear all about his divorce. I looked from him to Faith and then asked if I seemed that shallow. I really wanted to know if how I was feeling about not wanting to be involved with Frank’s children and divorce showed. I wanted to know because if it showed ho I felt about that then it showed how I was starting to feel about Frank. Faith assured me that it wasn’t a bad thing but because I didn’t say much in the attorney’s office, everyone could tell that I was uncomfortable. Frank felt that my uncomfortness had to do with the situation with his wife. I let him go with that. My feelings about children were well known but I didn’t want Frank to feel that I didn’t care. I apologized to both of them for seeming miserable and making them uncomfortable. They accepted my apology and we hugged again, for the umpteenth time. I was happy that I would be dropping them off and getting to work. I know that Justin had just upset me but I was glad he was in the NY. I needed to release some of the anxiety and irritability that I was feeling.
Friday, September 19, 2008
My Diary - Still at the Beginning
I got up and went into my dressing room. I wanted something easy, no frills but yet still sensual. I went to my Pucci section. I picked out my Emilio Pucci Border Dress. I wanted to skip putting on stockings today. So I decided to wear my Emilio Pucci Ballerina flats. Of course, being the name brand whore that I am, I had to complete the look, so I kept my hair pulled back into a ponytail and put my Emilio Pucci Printed-Arm Sunglasses in pink, on my head as a headband. I laughed at that thought, wasn’t that the whole idea of the hoe in the Saks bag. The bags were at my house, the same night that I had the fight down in the garage. I wonder if Frank’s wife was behind the ‘gifts’ left for me. If so, then how did she get into my condo? I’ll have to ask Frank to check on whether or not, Ralph had come to sign in two nights ago. Anyway, I went into my handbag section to look for the right bag. With my flats and ponytail, I wanted something that I could throw on my shoulder but felt right carrying in my hand. The best solution for me was my cherry Salvatore Ferragamo patent leather Gancio Lucchetto Hobo. Once, I had completed the transfer of my things from one bag to the next, I went into the living room.
My mother was helping Frank make a list of things he would need to get from his house. I sat down at the table with them. It felt odd to have my Mom in my house with Frank. Guess I’m kind of glad that he’s been sleeping in the den. The fact that Frank was staying in my home and could be sharing my bed was harder for me with my Mom than with my Dad. My Dad had always been easier with these types of things than my Mom was. I mean Dad had his traditional views about us sleeping together without being married but he respected my wishes and me. He pushed for me to become my own boss more than my Mom. She wanted me to get a stable job with a steady income. My younger brother lived his life as she wished. The only thing my little brother did that made her upset was move away to Westport, CT. She understood that his wife wanted to be closer to her parents to help raise the kids but short of having my Dad sell their home and relocate to Westport, she had a fit.
I went back to listening to them go over things he would need to do in his attempt to get the girls. It reminded me that I still had the card for the attorney Friend had recommended. I excused myself from the table and went to my office. I closed the door and then sat at my desk. I dialed the attorney from my computer and waited for an answer. When the receptionist came to the line I introduced myself and was told the attorney was expecting my call. I listened to the hold music while I waited. It was a brief second before a young lady came to the line. She introduced herself as ‘Samantha’. I looked at the card again and realized the card said “Sam” so I hadn’t thought about the gender of the attorney, I automatically assumed it to be male. I smiled knowing that Friend thought I would be more comfortable with a female. Either that or he didn’t trust another male to be in my presence. I looked down at my ring; I was still wearing it and glowed. I explained what had been going on and then told about this morning. She gasped when I told her about the head of the pig. She advised me to immediately come into her office. I told her that I had to go to the police station to answer some questions and then I would be headed into Manhattan. She suggested that I call her when I got a free moment while in Manhattan. We thought that it would be better to meet early tomorrow but she wanted to talk with me to confirm a time.
I hung up with her, feeling relieved. I felt that she would help me win my case against Frank’s wife. Looking at my right hand, I called Friend. He answered before the 1st ring had time to complete. I heard him excusing himself before he said hello. When he spoke to me, I could hear the warmth in his voice. I immediately thanked him for the very expensive gift of friendship. He sounded embarrassed as always, when I told him that he had spent too much on me. After we got through the formalities, I told him about earlier this morning. Before, I could finish he started cursing. I held the phone away from my ear until he stopped. When he had finished cursing, he apologized to me. He said that he felt his people weren’t working hard enough to find out who the person was that had rented the car under a false alias. I tried to calm him down but it was no use. After, he had winded down on his own, I told him about the detective that wanted to talk to him. He said that he would call him. I asked him to just have his lawyer call the detective and be his representative. I didn’t want his name associated to me or this crazy situation. He tried to reassure me that it was of no issue to him. I knew this and that’s what worried me. I didn’t want our relationship to become public knowledge. I didn’t want to be with him on a permanent basis. I told him that I had spoken to Samantha and I thanked him. He laughed at the way I emphasized ‘Samantha’. We talked, made arrangements to get together tomorrow and hung up.
I called Justin. I hoped that I was going to be able to catch him at a good time. When he answered he sounded agitated. I apologized and said I would call him later. “No, No, it’s not you. I just can’t stand incompetence”. “Oh” was all I could say. I told him that I was glad he was in the NY. He told me how he had been having wet dreams about me. This made my vagina start to get moist. I explained that I had some things to do before I would be headed into work. He said that he was staying at the The Marriott Marquis Hotel. So I told him that once I got everything finished I would come by. He emphasized that it would be good to see me. He also advised me to bring an overnight bag since he would be in the NY until tomorrow afternoon. I agreed. I thought it would be good to see him and be away from here. We talked until I heard Faith calling me. I told him, I had to go and that I would see him later. I hung up.
I basically ran into the living room. Faith and I hugged like we hadn’t seen each other in years. When we broke away, she told me that Frank had let her in on what was going on. She fussed at me for not telling her about my front door. In all the drama about the pig’s head, I had completely forgotten. I turned and asked Frank about that. He told me that while I was asleep he had dusted for fingerprints, lifted the prints he did find and had everything packed and ready to be dropped off. My mother said that she was going to stay with the housekeeper and wait for the building superintendent to come and change the locks. My Dad would come by later and pick her up. He was going to wait with my Mom, until Frank got home, before they would leave. I thanked her and explained that because I was going into work later than scheduled, I would stay late and work so that I could meet with my attorney in the morning. She assured me that it was no problem.
Faith asked Frank if his wife had been released. I was curious because I still didn’t know the answer to that. He said turning to me, that her bail had been denied pending psychiatric testing. Her defense was she was going through some things that were making her have psychological issues. I laughed at that. Psychological to say the least! My mother didn’t hold her tongue but stated that jail was too good for the lying, conniving bitch. When she said that we all just looked at each other and laughed. For my mother, cursing was definitely not the norm.
Frank suggested that we leave while it was still early so that we could get everything accomplished. We all kissed my mother and told her we’ll see her later. Well, they would, I wouldn’t, which reminded me to get my Gucci luggage. I figured that I would have my driver pick up my dry cleaning when I got into Manhattan. We all rode the elevator downstairs. When we stepped off the elevator, I saw Ralph standing in the building manager’s office. When he looked up and saw me, he smiled. I mouthed, “Fuck You” and knew that even if Ralph was found innocent from the investigation, I was moving. Frank saw him and grabbed my hand. When Ralph saw Frank looking in his direction, he turned around. Frank said that the detectives had requested a copy of the schedule and sign-ins, to see if Ralph was in the building. He assured me that they would be getting closer to the truth.
I knew from how tight Frank was holding my hand that he wanted to ask me about the ring. He didn’t say anything about it as he helped Faith and then me into the car. It was easy, it was a friendship ring and I was not promised to anyone. Faith sensed something was up and kneed me. I purposely didn’t look at her. I had to stifle my laughter. Faith, Hope and I had ways of communicating without speaking. The funny thing was Frank knew most of the gestures, too. This made it awfully hard to try and non - verbally communicate with him around. My driver pulled up to the police station. Before the driver could get out to open the door, Frank had gotten out and was helping us out of the car. As we walked up the stairs of the station, Frank keep me close to him. He guided me with one hand around my waist and the other hand held my elbow as we walked. Faith walked a little behind us. I knew without looking at her, that she had something to say. When we got inside, we didn’t have to go through the security check. Frank showed his badge and stated that we were with him. He asked the desk sergeant for the detective we were looking for. The desk sargeant pointed us into the direction of the detective’s office. The detective looked surprise to see us. Then I noticed his look of surprise was more for Faith than for Frank or me. Faith pushed past me and went to the detective’s arms. I looked at Frank and he looked at me. I just shrugged my shoulders. When Faith and the detective finished hugging, she turned to us. She introduced the detective as Steven Lee Knight. She said that they had dated for a brief moment before she got married. Then it came back to me. “Lee” was the married man that Faith had fallen in love with. He refused to leave him wife until his children had graduated from high school. Faith was devastated, then met and married her husband on the rebound. Frank offered to excuse us from the room so that they could catch up. Faith assured us that it wasn’t necessary and walked around the desk. She sat in a chair next to me. That was Frank’s and my cue to sit down. When we were all seated, I pulled 2 DVD’s out of my Hobo. I handed them to Detective Knight. I explained that one was a copy of Frank’s wife having sex with his cousin James and another unknown man. The other DVD was a copy of the messages that Frank’s wife had been leaving on my house phone. I told the detective that Frank’s wife had actually called me the morning after the fight. Frank looked at me. I explained that with everything going on, I didn’t think her call would matter much. Then without hesitation, I went into the details of me being followed, cut-off and then finally rammed from behind. I replayed every conversation with Ralph and even his grin this morning. The detective told Frank about the progress they were making in reviewing the tapes. Ralph had signed in on the day the Saks’ bags had mysteriously appeared in my apartment. However they were trying to enlarge some of the security tape frames from the stairways and the garage. He said that it could be a couple of weeks before they had everything fully analyzed. As we went to leave, Detective Knight asked if he could speak to me. Frank and Faith walked into the hallway. He told me that Friend’s attorney had called. Friend had offered his resources to work in collaboration with the police department. As we were talking a messenger was on his way to deliver what information Friend had. Detective Knight told me he understood why I was so special to Faith. It appeared from his conversation with the attorney, that someone thought that I was worth protecting. Seems the attorney and his client thought very highly of me. They said I was very honest and trustworthy. I didn't understand what my character had to do with the investigation but I thanked him, opened the door and left.
My mother was helping Frank make a list of things he would need to get from his house. I sat down at the table with them. It felt odd to have my Mom in my house with Frank. Guess I’m kind of glad that he’s been sleeping in the den. The fact that Frank was staying in my home and could be sharing my bed was harder for me with my Mom than with my Dad. My Dad had always been easier with these types of things than my Mom was. I mean Dad had his traditional views about us sleeping together without being married but he respected my wishes and me. He pushed for me to become my own boss more than my Mom. She wanted me to get a stable job with a steady income. My younger brother lived his life as she wished. The only thing my little brother did that made her upset was move away to Westport, CT. She understood that his wife wanted to be closer to her parents to help raise the kids but short of having my Dad sell their home and relocate to Westport, she had a fit.
I went back to listening to them go over things he would need to do in his attempt to get the girls. It reminded me that I still had the card for the attorney Friend had recommended. I excused myself from the table and went to my office. I closed the door and then sat at my desk. I dialed the attorney from my computer and waited for an answer. When the receptionist came to the line I introduced myself and was told the attorney was expecting my call. I listened to the hold music while I waited. It was a brief second before a young lady came to the line. She introduced herself as ‘Samantha’. I looked at the card again and realized the card said “Sam” so I hadn’t thought about the gender of the attorney, I automatically assumed it to be male. I smiled knowing that Friend thought I would be more comfortable with a female. Either that or he didn’t trust another male to be in my presence. I looked down at my ring; I was still wearing it and glowed. I explained what had been going on and then told about this morning. She gasped when I told her about the head of the pig. She advised me to immediately come into her office. I told her that I had to go to the police station to answer some questions and then I would be headed into Manhattan. She suggested that I call her when I got a free moment while in Manhattan. We thought that it would be better to meet early tomorrow but she wanted to talk with me to confirm a time.
I hung up with her, feeling relieved. I felt that she would help me win my case against Frank’s wife. Looking at my right hand, I called Friend. He answered before the 1st ring had time to complete. I heard him excusing himself before he said hello. When he spoke to me, I could hear the warmth in his voice. I immediately thanked him for the very expensive gift of friendship. He sounded embarrassed as always, when I told him that he had spent too much on me. After we got through the formalities, I told him about earlier this morning. Before, I could finish he started cursing. I held the phone away from my ear until he stopped. When he had finished cursing, he apologized to me. He said that he felt his people weren’t working hard enough to find out who the person was that had rented the car under a false alias. I tried to calm him down but it was no use. After, he had winded down on his own, I told him about the detective that wanted to talk to him. He said that he would call him. I asked him to just have his lawyer call the detective and be his representative. I didn’t want his name associated to me or this crazy situation. He tried to reassure me that it was of no issue to him. I knew this and that’s what worried me. I didn’t want our relationship to become public knowledge. I didn’t want to be with him on a permanent basis. I told him that I had spoken to Samantha and I thanked him. He laughed at the way I emphasized ‘Samantha’. We talked, made arrangements to get together tomorrow and hung up.
I called Justin. I hoped that I was going to be able to catch him at a good time. When he answered he sounded agitated. I apologized and said I would call him later. “No, No, it’s not you. I just can’t stand incompetence”. “Oh” was all I could say. I told him that I was glad he was in the NY. He told me how he had been having wet dreams about me. This made my vagina start to get moist. I explained that I had some things to do before I would be headed into work. He said that he was staying at the The Marriott Marquis Hotel. So I told him that once I got everything finished I would come by. He emphasized that it would be good to see me. He also advised me to bring an overnight bag since he would be in the NY until tomorrow afternoon. I agreed. I thought it would be good to see him and be away from here. We talked until I heard Faith calling me. I told him, I had to go and that I would see him later. I hung up.
I basically ran into the living room. Faith and I hugged like we hadn’t seen each other in years. When we broke away, she told me that Frank had let her in on what was going on. She fussed at me for not telling her about my front door. In all the drama about the pig’s head, I had completely forgotten. I turned and asked Frank about that. He told me that while I was asleep he had dusted for fingerprints, lifted the prints he did find and had everything packed and ready to be dropped off. My mother said that she was going to stay with the housekeeper and wait for the building superintendent to come and change the locks. My Dad would come by later and pick her up. He was going to wait with my Mom, until Frank got home, before they would leave. I thanked her and explained that because I was going into work later than scheduled, I would stay late and work so that I could meet with my attorney in the morning. She assured me that it was no problem.
Faith asked Frank if his wife had been released. I was curious because I still didn’t know the answer to that. He said turning to me, that her bail had been denied pending psychiatric testing. Her defense was she was going through some things that were making her have psychological issues. I laughed at that. Psychological to say the least! My mother didn’t hold her tongue but stated that jail was too good for the lying, conniving bitch. When she said that we all just looked at each other and laughed. For my mother, cursing was definitely not the norm.
Frank suggested that we leave while it was still early so that we could get everything accomplished. We all kissed my mother and told her we’ll see her later. Well, they would, I wouldn’t, which reminded me to get my Gucci luggage. I figured that I would have my driver pick up my dry cleaning when I got into Manhattan. We all rode the elevator downstairs. When we stepped off the elevator, I saw Ralph standing in the building manager’s office. When he looked up and saw me, he smiled. I mouthed, “Fuck You” and knew that even if Ralph was found innocent from the investigation, I was moving. Frank saw him and grabbed my hand. When Ralph saw Frank looking in his direction, he turned around. Frank said that the detectives had requested a copy of the schedule and sign-ins, to see if Ralph was in the building. He assured me that they would be getting closer to the truth.
I knew from how tight Frank was holding my hand that he wanted to ask me about the ring. He didn’t say anything about it as he helped Faith and then me into the car. It was easy, it was a friendship ring and I was not promised to anyone. Faith sensed something was up and kneed me. I purposely didn’t look at her. I had to stifle my laughter. Faith, Hope and I had ways of communicating without speaking. The funny thing was Frank knew most of the gestures, too. This made it awfully hard to try and non - verbally communicate with him around. My driver pulled up to the police station. Before the driver could get out to open the door, Frank had gotten out and was helping us out of the car. As we walked up the stairs of the station, Frank keep me close to him. He guided me with one hand around my waist and the other hand held my elbow as we walked. Faith walked a little behind us. I knew without looking at her, that she had something to say. When we got inside, we didn’t have to go through the security check. Frank showed his badge and stated that we were with him. He asked the desk sergeant for the detective we were looking for. The desk sargeant pointed us into the direction of the detective’s office. The detective looked surprise to see us. Then I noticed his look of surprise was more for Faith than for Frank or me. Faith pushed past me and went to the detective’s arms. I looked at Frank and he looked at me. I just shrugged my shoulders. When Faith and the detective finished hugging, she turned to us. She introduced the detective as Steven Lee Knight. She said that they had dated for a brief moment before she got married. Then it came back to me. “Lee” was the married man that Faith had fallen in love with. He refused to leave him wife until his children had graduated from high school. Faith was devastated, then met and married her husband on the rebound. Frank offered to excuse us from the room so that they could catch up. Faith assured us that it wasn’t necessary and walked around the desk. She sat in a chair next to me. That was Frank’s and my cue to sit down. When we were all seated, I pulled 2 DVD’s out of my Hobo. I handed them to Detective Knight. I explained that one was a copy of Frank’s wife having sex with his cousin James and another unknown man. The other DVD was a copy of the messages that Frank’s wife had been leaving on my house phone. I told the detective that Frank’s wife had actually called me the morning after the fight. Frank looked at me. I explained that with everything going on, I didn’t think her call would matter much. Then without hesitation, I went into the details of me being followed, cut-off and then finally rammed from behind. I replayed every conversation with Ralph and even his grin this morning. The detective told Frank about the progress they were making in reviewing the tapes. Ralph had signed in on the day the Saks’ bags had mysteriously appeared in my apartment. However they were trying to enlarge some of the security tape frames from the stairways and the garage. He said that it could be a couple of weeks before they had everything fully analyzed. As we went to leave, Detective Knight asked if he could speak to me. Frank and Faith walked into the hallway. He told me that Friend’s attorney had called. Friend had offered his resources to work in collaboration with the police department. As we were talking a messenger was on his way to deliver what information Friend had. Detective Knight told me he understood why I was so special to Faith. It appeared from his conversation with the attorney, that someone thought that I was worth protecting. Seems the attorney and his client thought very highly of me. They said I was very honest and trustworthy. I didn't understand what my character had to do with the investigation but I thanked him, opened the door and left.
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
My Diary - The Beginning
Frank had picked out a nice selection of loungewear for me. He placed my Bleu Clair Printed Tee & Yoga Pants on the ottoman like he said. While I moisturized I heard him talking. I quickly dressed and then brushed my hair back and put on a scrunchie. I fluffed my ponytail out and went into the living room.
When I walked into the living room, it was packed with men. On a normal day, I would have been happy to see so many men. Today was just not that day. Frank took my hand and started introducing me to the police officers. I recognized the two from the night before. I know they didn’t expect to be back so soon. Once all the introductions were made, we all sat down. I answered their questions as open and honestly as I could. Then the toughest question came. They wanted a list of all the people that I had been in contact with over the last few months. They really wanted the time frame right before I knew I was being followed up through last night. I didn’t want to say in front of Frank. I didn’t want him knowing that I was still sexually involved with other men. I had every right to be but he didn’t need anymore heartache. His hearing about me sleeping with other men would be as bad as his seeing me sleeping with them. He sensed that I wanted some privacy and excused himself into the other room. I gave them a list but excluded Friend. I told them that I had to speak with someone prior to giving out his information. The detectives didn’t think it was smart to give someone warning that they would be questioned. I showed them my ring, which I still hadn’t taken off. I told them that the person that gave me the ring was definitely not a suspect and deserved the right to know that he would be questioned. The lead detective whistled and handed me his card. He asked that I forwarded the card and have my ‘friend’ give him a call. I agreed. Then they asked me to call Sabrina. I called her from the house phone and put the call on speaker. Sabrina answered the phone sounding drowsy. I explained to her who was on the phone and what was going on. She instantly woke up. She told me that she hadn’t stopped by and that she had left me a message on my cell phone. Then she had left a message with the housekeeper and when she didn’t get an return call, she Im’ed me. I went to get my Sidekick while she was talking. I did indeed have an IM from her. I hadn’t logged on to Yahoo, so I didn’t see the message. She explained that she was in Los Angeles. Her boss had sent her there to outfit Sanaa Lathan for a new movie she was starring in. The detective got the information for her flight and hotel so that it could be verified. Sabrina apologized and said that she would call me as soon as she got back into the NY. I told her good because my shopping list was growing. We both laughed and hung up.
Frank had placed the bags on the outside of the door. Now he was spraying Febreze throughout the condo. The policemen said that they wanted me to come down to the police station later in the morning. For now they were going with the security officers to start copying and reviewing the tapes for over the last 5 days. They wanted to see if the people that were coming and going matched the sign-in sheets. They were also going to question some neighbors as well as the building staff. I thanked them and again stated I didn’t know of anyone other than Frank’s wife and perhaps his cousin James who would want to do anything to harm me.
After Frank escorted them out; he closed but couldn’t lock the door. He made me a Bailey’s Irish Crème Caramel mudslide. I gladly accepted it. As I was drinking it, he wanted to discuss the items in the bags. He wrote each one down to see what they symbolized. We started with the hoe, which was easy to see what it stood for. Then the butcher’s knife, the strands of hair, the tore up dress and then the pig’s head. When we got everything together we figured that someone was threatening me because of him. The pig was a symbolization of his being a police officer. Frank had already figured it out and so had the other police officers. He was writing it all down and getting it together to show me what it could have possibly meant.
I was starting to get a little tired and Frank noticed it. He flipped out my mink throw and laid it across me. I fluffed my couch pillow and lay back. I was asleep before I knew it. I dreamed about the pig’s head. It was chasing me through the streets of Manhattan. I tried to run away from it by racing down into the subway station. I jumped on the E train and it jumped on following me. People were laughing and pointing at me.
When I woke up, I heard my mother and the housekeeper talking. I thought I was still sleeping but when I opened my eyes and saw her I knew it was anything but a dream. I walked over to her. I hugged and kissed her. I was actually glad that she was here. She smiled at me and hugged me back. Then she turned me in the direction of my bedroom and told me to go get dressed. I smiled, even in my house she was the boss.
As I was getting dress, I smelled eggs and bacon. The smell of the bacon had me ready to throw up again. I let out a loud ‘Aww’ before I ran back into my bathroom. This time as I was bent over my toilet, my mother and Frank were by my side in a second. Frank went through the same routine and started wiping my face. My mother was holding my hair back. They made jokes about me, the pig and the bacon. My mom apologized and said she wasn’t thinking when she started cooking the bacon. I just smiled at her and shook my head. The only person missing from my bathroom was my Dad. Then I would have the 3 people I loved the most with me. I was feeling it but definitely wasn’t going to say it. I told them that I was ok and would join them in a minute.
When they were back in the kitchen area eating, I called Faith. I told her what had happened, earlier this morning. She told me she was canceling her appointments and would be at my house within the hour. I thanked her. I then called Hope. I knew Hope couldn’t cancel her appointments and that was fine. I really wanted to just be alone with Faith. Hope and I talked, Hope cried and then told me I needed to come and stay with her, her husband and kids. I thanked her but told her, it wasn’t that serious. I would never stay with another woman and her man unless I was destitute.
When I walked into the living room, it was packed with men. On a normal day, I would have been happy to see so many men. Today was just not that day. Frank took my hand and started introducing me to the police officers. I recognized the two from the night before. I know they didn’t expect to be back so soon. Once all the introductions were made, we all sat down. I answered their questions as open and honestly as I could. Then the toughest question came. They wanted a list of all the people that I had been in contact with over the last few months. They really wanted the time frame right before I knew I was being followed up through last night. I didn’t want to say in front of Frank. I didn’t want him knowing that I was still sexually involved with other men. I had every right to be but he didn’t need anymore heartache. His hearing about me sleeping with other men would be as bad as his seeing me sleeping with them. He sensed that I wanted some privacy and excused himself into the other room. I gave them a list but excluded Friend. I told them that I had to speak with someone prior to giving out his information. The detectives didn’t think it was smart to give someone warning that they would be questioned. I showed them my ring, which I still hadn’t taken off. I told them that the person that gave me the ring was definitely not a suspect and deserved the right to know that he would be questioned. The lead detective whistled and handed me his card. He asked that I forwarded the card and have my ‘friend’ give him a call. I agreed. Then they asked me to call Sabrina. I called her from the house phone and put the call on speaker. Sabrina answered the phone sounding drowsy. I explained to her who was on the phone and what was going on. She instantly woke up. She told me that she hadn’t stopped by and that she had left me a message on my cell phone. Then she had left a message with the housekeeper and when she didn’t get an return call, she Im’ed me. I went to get my Sidekick while she was talking. I did indeed have an IM from her. I hadn’t logged on to Yahoo, so I didn’t see the message. She explained that she was in Los Angeles. Her boss had sent her there to outfit Sanaa Lathan for a new movie she was starring in. The detective got the information for her flight and hotel so that it could be verified. Sabrina apologized and said that she would call me as soon as she got back into the NY. I told her good because my shopping list was growing. We both laughed and hung up.
Frank had placed the bags on the outside of the door. Now he was spraying Febreze throughout the condo. The policemen said that they wanted me to come down to the police station later in the morning. For now they were going with the security officers to start copying and reviewing the tapes for over the last 5 days. They wanted to see if the people that were coming and going matched the sign-in sheets. They were also going to question some neighbors as well as the building staff. I thanked them and again stated I didn’t know of anyone other than Frank’s wife and perhaps his cousin James who would want to do anything to harm me.
After Frank escorted them out; he closed but couldn’t lock the door. He made me a Bailey’s Irish Crème Caramel mudslide. I gladly accepted it. As I was drinking it, he wanted to discuss the items in the bags. He wrote each one down to see what they symbolized. We started with the hoe, which was easy to see what it stood for. Then the butcher’s knife, the strands of hair, the tore up dress and then the pig’s head. When we got everything together we figured that someone was threatening me because of him. The pig was a symbolization of his being a police officer. Frank had already figured it out and so had the other police officers. He was writing it all down and getting it together to show me what it could have possibly meant.
I was starting to get a little tired and Frank noticed it. He flipped out my mink throw and laid it across me. I fluffed my couch pillow and lay back. I was asleep before I knew it. I dreamed about the pig’s head. It was chasing me through the streets of Manhattan. I tried to run away from it by racing down into the subway station. I jumped on the E train and it jumped on following me. People were laughing and pointing at me.
When I woke up, I heard my mother and the housekeeper talking. I thought I was still sleeping but when I opened my eyes and saw her I knew it was anything but a dream. I walked over to her. I hugged and kissed her. I was actually glad that she was here. She smiled at me and hugged me back. Then she turned me in the direction of my bedroom and told me to go get dressed. I smiled, even in my house she was the boss.
As I was getting dress, I smelled eggs and bacon. The smell of the bacon had me ready to throw up again. I let out a loud ‘Aww’ before I ran back into my bathroom. This time as I was bent over my toilet, my mother and Frank were by my side in a second. Frank went through the same routine and started wiping my face. My mother was holding my hair back. They made jokes about me, the pig and the bacon. My mom apologized and said she wasn’t thinking when she started cooking the bacon. I just smiled at her and shook my head. The only person missing from my bathroom was my Dad. Then I would have the 3 people I loved the most with me. I was feeling it but definitely wasn’t going to say it. I told them that I was ok and would join them in a minute.
When they were back in the kitchen area eating, I called Faith. I told her what had happened, earlier this morning. She told me she was canceling her appointments and would be at my house within the hour. I thanked her. I then called Hope. I knew Hope couldn’t cancel her appointments and that was fine. I really wanted to just be alone with Faith. Hope and I talked, Hope cried and then told me I needed to come and stay with her, her husband and kids. I thanked her but told her, it wasn’t that serious. I would never stay with another woman and her man unless I was destitute.
My Diary - The Beginning
When we were outside, we made arrangements to get together on Sunday. I hugged and kissed them both. Getting into the car, I again realized the time and how tired I was. When I took my Sidekick out of my bag, I saw that I had 4 messages from Justin. The first message talked about how he missed me. The second message stated that he would wait for me to call back. The third message said that he had to come to the NY for business tomorrow. The fourth message said that he wanted to see me tomorrow afternoon. I thought it was perfect. I could go over listings with Frank in the morning, go to work and then meet with Justin, afterwards.
When we pulled up to my condo building, my driver helped me out of the car. He insisted on walking me to the elevator and making sure that I got on safely. I didn’t argue because I still didn’t know Frank’s wife incarceration status and Friend told me that whoever had been stalking me was still out there. I thanked him for everything, told him what time I needed him for tomorrow and got on the elevator. I was happy to be home. I did think that because of everything that was going on, maybe I needed to put my condo on the market and find something else. I would discuss it with Friend tomorrow before making a decision. The elevator stopped on my floor and I stepped off. It was still good to be home.
I turned the key in the door and heard a click. I turned the key again and the key broke. I then started knocking on the door. I couldn’t believe that my key had broken in the door. Frank came to the door and opened it. I showed him the part of the key that was in my hand. He rubbed his eyes and took the key. I knew that he was still sleepy. I threw my bags down and went into the kitchen. I poured Frank a glass of orange juice, then poured a shot of Ciroq in it and gave it to him. He drank it. The taste was what he needed to help wake him up. He handed the glass back to me. I sat it on the counter as he looked at the door. The frown on his face let me know he wasn’t happy with what he saw.
As he went back into his room to get something, I picked up my things to take them into my room. Even though it was late, I wasn’t tired. That surprised me. I would think that after the lovemaking from earlier, I would be drained. I unpacked my Gucci luggage so that I could sit them by the front door. I didn’t want to forget to take them back to the office. I cut the lights on in my dressing room. As I bent to put my shoes back in the Burberry Section, I realized that I hadn’t opened the bags from Sabrina. I carried them into my bedroom and went back into my dressing room. Then I realized that something didn’t smell right. I didn’t know why I hadn’t smelled it before. I started sniffing my nose and looking around.
I didn’t see where the smell was coming from. I walked back into my bedroom and the smell was in there. I looked under my bed and still didn’t see anything. I made a mental note to call the building superintendent later this morning. I opened one of the Saks bag and there was a hoe in it. I didn’t understand what was going on but I opened the next bag and there was a butcher’s knife in it. I didn’t take it out; I didn’t want to touch it. That didn’t stop me from looking in the other bags. The bags contained strands of black hair, a dress that appeared to be ripped and a box. I took the box out of the bag and opened it. Inside of the box was something covered by tissue paper, the smell was horrible. I opened the tissue paper and screamed. Frank came running into my bedroom. I was already in my bathroom throwing up. Between the box and the smell, I felt sick to my stomach. Frank came into the bathroom and pulled my hair back. I was still on the floor with my head over the toilet. Frank asked me what was wrong. I just pointed to my bedroom, as I continued to throw up. Frank went back into my bedroom. The next thing I heard was him scream, “What the hell!” Then he started a string of cussing. I stood up and flushed the toilet. Frank was right by my side. He wet a washcloth and then started wiping my mouth. I held my hair back and allowed him. Frank asked me when had I received the package. I told him that it had come last night or because it was now a new day, the night before. I told him how when we came upstairs after the fight, the bags were in my room. I thought Sabrina had left them and he had forgotten to tell me. He said that he never saw the bags or Sabrina. I explained to him that they were on my bed and I just moved them into my dressing room. Once, he felt I was okay; he went back into my bedroom. I started brushing my teeth as I heard him call 911. Then he called the building security. He was screaming at them. When I finished I walked back into my bedroom. He was stripping my bed and had already opened the windows. I smiled because Frank always knew what I liked. The smell made me throw up again. I didn’t make it back into the bathroom, now there was vomit all over my hardwood floors. Frank came to me and started lifting my dress over my head. He reached in the back of me, unsnapped my bra and then pulled my panties down. I lifted my legs to step out of my panties. He then lifted me and carried me into my bathroom. He sat me on the toilet while he reached in my shower and turned the hot water on. He told me to get in the shower and relax. He said that the police and security would be here any minute now. Frank instructed me to put on the loungewear that he would sit on my ottoman in my bathroom. Then after I got dressed to come into the living room. He would clean up the mess, change my sheets and I wouldn’t have to do anything. I would have kissed him, if I didn’t smell or taste like vomit.
When we pulled up to my condo building, my driver helped me out of the car. He insisted on walking me to the elevator and making sure that I got on safely. I didn’t argue because I still didn’t know Frank’s wife incarceration status and Friend told me that whoever had been stalking me was still out there. I thanked him for everything, told him what time I needed him for tomorrow and got on the elevator. I was happy to be home. I did think that because of everything that was going on, maybe I needed to put my condo on the market and find something else. I would discuss it with Friend tomorrow before making a decision. The elevator stopped on my floor and I stepped off. It was still good to be home.
I turned the key in the door and heard a click. I turned the key again and the key broke. I then started knocking on the door. I couldn’t believe that my key had broken in the door. Frank came to the door and opened it. I showed him the part of the key that was in my hand. He rubbed his eyes and took the key. I knew that he was still sleepy. I threw my bags down and went into the kitchen. I poured Frank a glass of orange juice, then poured a shot of Ciroq in it and gave it to him. He drank it. The taste was what he needed to help wake him up. He handed the glass back to me. I sat it on the counter as he looked at the door. The frown on his face let me know he wasn’t happy with what he saw.
As he went back into his room to get something, I picked up my things to take them into my room. Even though it was late, I wasn’t tired. That surprised me. I would think that after the lovemaking from earlier, I would be drained. I unpacked my Gucci luggage so that I could sit them by the front door. I didn’t want to forget to take them back to the office. I cut the lights on in my dressing room. As I bent to put my shoes back in the Burberry Section, I realized that I hadn’t opened the bags from Sabrina. I carried them into my bedroom and went back into my dressing room. Then I realized that something didn’t smell right. I didn’t know why I hadn’t smelled it before. I started sniffing my nose and looking around.
I didn’t see where the smell was coming from. I walked back into my bedroom and the smell was in there. I looked under my bed and still didn’t see anything. I made a mental note to call the building superintendent later this morning. I opened one of the Saks bag and there was a hoe in it. I didn’t understand what was going on but I opened the next bag and there was a butcher’s knife in it. I didn’t take it out; I didn’t want to touch it. That didn’t stop me from looking in the other bags. The bags contained strands of black hair, a dress that appeared to be ripped and a box. I took the box out of the bag and opened it. Inside of the box was something covered by tissue paper, the smell was horrible. I opened the tissue paper and screamed. Frank came running into my bedroom. I was already in my bathroom throwing up. Between the box and the smell, I felt sick to my stomach. Frank came into the bathroom and pulled my hair back. I was still on the floor with my head over the toilet. Frank asked me what was wrong. I just pointed to my bedroom, as I continued to throw up. Frank went back into my bedroom. The next thing I heard was him scream, “What the hell!” Then he started a string of cussing. I stood up and flushed the toilet. Frank was right by my side. He wet a washcloth and then started wiping my mouth. I held my hair back and allowed him. Frank asked me when had I received the package. I told him that it had come last night or because it was now a new day, the night before. I told him how when we came upstairs after the fight, the bags were in my room. I thought Sabrina had left them and he had forgotten to tell me. He said that he never saw the bags or Sabrina. I explained to him that they were on my bed and I just moved them into my dressing room. Once, he felt I was okay; he went back into my bedroom. I started brushing my teeth as I heard him call 911. Then he called the building security. He was screaming at them. When I finished I walked back into my bedroom. He was stripping my bed and had already opened the windows. I smiled because Frank always knew what I liked. The smell made me throw up again. I didn’t make it back into the bathroom, now there was vomit all over my hardwood floors. Frank came to me and started lifting my dress over my head. He reached in the back of me, unsnapped my bra and then pulled my panties down. I lifted my legs to step out of my panties. He then lifted me and carried me into my bathroom. He sat me on the toilet while he reached in my shower and turned the hot water on. He told me to get in the shower and relax. He said that the police and security would be here any minute now. Frank instructed me to put on the loungewear that he would sit on my ottoman in my bathroom. Then after I got dressed to come into the living room. He would clean up the mess, change my sheets and I wouldn’t have to do anything. I would have kissed him, if I didn’t smell or taste like vomit.
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
My Diary - The Beginning
I called Faith; she was the more forgivable one, out of the three of us. When Faith answered I told her where I was and that I would be running late. I pledged with her to have Hope order and that I would be there. We hung up blowing kisses to each other.
Friend walked back into the bedroom with my clothes. The chamber maid must have come while I was on the phone talking to Faith. I thanked him, finished repacking my bag and got dress. I unwrapped my hair and pulled it back into a loose bun. When I had finished, I turned to find Friend watching me. I smiled at him as he started walking towards me. I knew from the look in his eyes that he wanted more. I bent to pick up my luggage before he reached me. When he kissed me, I kissed him back and then handed him my bags. I knew that it wouldn’t be right for us to ride down in the elevator together. I opened the door and stepped through it. Friend was close behind me. I don’t now what it was in him but he rode downstairs in the elevator with me. We hugged in the elevator until the bell rang to tell us the elevator was stopping. Then I moved as far away from him as possible. A couple stepped onto the elevator and nodded at us. I smiled back and Friend tilted his hat. When I looked at Friend, he had lipstick on his chin. I wiped my chin to motion to him, to wipe his. He tried to lick it and it made me giggle. The man turned around and looked at me. I winked at him; he smiled and turned back around. When the bell rung to announce the doors were going to open again, we were on the lobby floor. I stepped off the elevator and walked out the front door. Friend came running after me. He was screaming, “Miss, Miss” as if he didn’t know me. When I reached my car, I turned to him. He held up my bags and said that I had forgotten them on the elevator. My driver opened the trunk and took them from him. I reached my hand out to his. I thanked him for being such a gentleman. Our eyes smiled with so much more than neighborly kindness. When I let go of his hand, I got into the car and rode away.
I was glad that I had taken the time to see Friend. However, as I reached for my regular cell phone, I realized that the police still had it. “Damn!” I said out loud. My driver asked me if everything was alright. I assured him that it was and asked him to turn up the radio. Jennifer Hudson’s song “Spotlight” was playing. I laid my head back against the seat, closed my eyes and sang along to the music.
When I arrived at the restaurant, I was delighted. I hadn’t seen Faith in what seemed like forever. I didn’t even wait for my driver to open the door. I jumped out and almost ran into the restaurant. When I saw Hope and Faith, I rushed straight to their table. I hugged and kissed them both before sitting down.
Before going into what had been going on in my life, I wanted to hear all about theirs. I was excited when Hope announced that they were considering going into practice together. Even though Hope practiced gynecology and obstetrics and Faith practiced psychology, they thought that if they found a building and combined their practices, it would save them money. I was so happy for them. Of course, I agreed to help them find the perfect space. They announced that they wanted to move to Uniondale. That way they would be in between their homes. That was the perfect opening for me to tell them about Frank, his wife, Justin and Friend. When I was finished they were ready to order another round of Mao-tai. We talked, ate and laughed until the clock read 12:45am. I couldn’t believe that I had kept them out this late. I apologized and they laughed at me. Hope said that I had so much going on that I was starting to get formal on them. I laughed back. I signaled for the waitress that was hovering in the background.
When I opened my Christian Louboutin Pleated Leather Clutch hand purse, there was a long purple velvet box in it. I knew immediately where it had come from. I pulled it out of my purse and laid it on the table. Faith reached for it. Hope snatched it out of her hand and opened the box. My curiosity had peaked with them passing the box back and forth. When Hope opened the velvet box it was a 15 carat flawless diamond emerald cut ring flaunted by 4 rows of diamond Baguettes by Lorraine Schwartz .The documents that occupied it said “that the ring was valued at more than $5 million dollars”. We all just sat there looking at each other. I took the box and tried the ring on my right hand ring finger. It was a perfect fit. Hope read the handwritten card that was attached to the paperwork: “This is for a person that has captured my heart, soul and love. This ring is nothing more than a token of our friendship. The store will not accept it back. Please keep it, wear it and enjoy. Know that the love behind this ring will keep you safe.”
I was speechless. Faith spoke to me first. She said, “It’s not everyday that someone meets a person like Friend. Although, your relationship isn’t one that you can be free about, it has bought both of you, happiness. Don’t be crazy and not accept the ring. With everything going on in your life, right now you deserve it. I’m sure that Friend is aware of it and that’s why he bought it for you” Hearing that from Faith was the incentive I needed to keep the ring. Hope laughed and said that she would never take it off. I agreed. It was really big for my little hand but because he added the rows of baguettes it made me feel that the ring wasn’t one of engagement. I kept the ring on, paid for dinner and then we all got up to leave.
Friend walked back into the bedroom with my clothes. The chamber maid must have come while I was on the phone talking to Faith. I thanked him, finished repacking my bag and got dress. I unwrapped my hair and pulled it back into a loose bun. When I had finished, I turned to find Friend watching me. I smiled at him as he started walking towards me. I knew from the look in his eyes that he wanted more. I bent to pick up my luggage before he reached me. When he kissed me, I kissed him back and then handed him my bags. I knew that it wouldn’t be right for us to ride down in the elevator together. I opened the door and stepped through it. Friend was close behind me. I don’t now what it was in him but he rode downstairs in the elevator with me. We hugged in the elevator until the bell rang to tell us the elevator was stopping. Then I moved as far away from him as possible. A couple stepped onto the elevator and nodded at us. I smiled back and Friend tilted his hat. When I looked at Friend, he had lipstick on his chin. I wiped my chin to motion to him, to wipe his. He tried to lick it and it made me giggle. The man turned around and looked at me. I winked at him; he smiled and turned back around. When the bell rung to announce the doors were going to open again, we were on the lobby floor. I stepped off the elevator and walked out the front door. Friend came running after me. He was screaming, “Miss, Miss” as if he didn’t know me. When I reached my car, I turned to him. He held up my bags and said that I had forgotten them on the elevator. My driver opened the trunk and took them from him. I reached my hand out to his. I thanked him for being such a gentleman. Our eyes smiled with so much more than neighborly kindness. When I let go of his hand, I got into the car and rode away.
I was glad that I had taken the time to see Friend. However, as I reached for my regular cell phone, I realized that the police still had it. “Damn!” I said out loud. My driver asked me if everything was alright. I assured him that it was and asked him to turn up the radio. Jennifer Hudson’s song “Spotlight” was playing. I laid my head back against the seat, closed my eyes and sang along to the music.
When I arrived at the restaurant, I was delighted. I hadn’t seen Faith in what seemed like forever. I didn’t even wait for my driver to open the door. I jumped out and almost ran into the restaurant. When I saw Hope and Faith, I rushed straight to their table. I hugged and kissed them both before sitting down.
Before going into what had been going on in my life, I wanted to hear all about theirs. I was excited when Hope announced that they were considering going into practice together. Even though Hope practiced gynecology and obstetrics and Faith practiced psychology, they thought that if they found a building and combined their practices, it would save them money. I was so happy for them. Of course, I agreed to help them find the perfect space. They announced that they wanted to move to Uniondale. That way they would be in between their homes. That was the perfect opening for me to tell them about Frank, his wife, Justin and Friend. When I was finished they were ready to order another round of Mao-tai. We talked, ate and laughed until the clock read 12:45am. I couldn’t believe that I had kept them out this late. I apologized and they laughed at me. Hope said that I had so much going on that I was starting to get formal on them. I laughed back. I signaled for the waitress that was hovering in the background.
When I opened my Christian Louboutin Pleated Leather Clutch hand purse, there was a long purple velvet box in it. I knew immediately where it had come from. I pulled it out of my purse and laid it on the table. Faith reached for it. Hope snatched it out of her hand and opened the box. My curiosity had peaked with them passing the box back and forth. When Hope opened the velvet box it was a 15 carat flawless diamond emerald cut ring flaunted by 4 rows of diamond Baguettes by Lorraine Schwartz .The documents that occupied it said “that the ring was valued at more than $5 million dollars”. We all just sat there looking at each other. I took the box and tried the ring on my right hand ring finger. It was a perfect fit. Hope read the handwritten card that was attached to the paperwork: “This is for a person that has captured my heart, soul and love. This ring is nothing more than a token of our friendship. The store will not accept it back. Please keep it, wear it and enjoy. Know that the love behind this ring will keep you safe.”
I was speechless. Faith spoke to me first. She said, “It’s not everyday that someone meets a person like Friend. Although, your relationship isn’t one that you can be free about, it has bought both of you, happiness. Don’t be crazy and not accept the ring. With everything going on in your life, right now you deserve it. I’m sure that Friend is aware of it and that’s why he bought it for you” Hearing that from Faith was the incentive I needed to keep the ring. Hope laughed and said that she would never take it off. I agreed. It was really big for my little hand but because he added the rows of baguettes it made me feel that the ring wasn’t one of engagement. I kept the ring on, paid for dinner and then we all got up to leave.
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