Part 52

Part 52: A tad Explicit, beginning only

Legs shaking uncontrollably, he lays me on my side to switch positions. I can tell yall this, I was ready to tap-out but he wasn't having it. Picking up the pace, biting my ear he asks, "if it only belongs to him". Refusing to back down, I push it back on him asking the same question just dirtier. At this point it's more like a battle of dominance and I had no choice but to give in. After 4-5 additional orgasms, I reached my peak. I was unable to me but still being able to scream out his name, telling him it's all his.

Wrapped up in his arms once again, I wanted more but there's no way I could deal. A shower was in order, some soaking was in order, and most definitely food was needed. Drifting off into a calm sleep, we were woken by loud banging at the door. Eric put on some pants, grabbed his gun, and I wasn't too far behind him. When he opened the door he was on one side and I the other, but it was only Jerome. He sound like he just ran up 100 flights of stairs with not rest. Eric pulled him in and pushed him towards the sofa while I grabbed him water and a towel. Jerome got his breathing down at a decent pace where we could understand what he was saying, "we have to get out of here, Shawn and Mike are died, they were shot by a sniper while standing on the balcony."

"Jerome, you're not making any sense. We're here on vacation not business, which means the information made up by the agency has never been used before. I'm a used car salesman and you're a teacher. They wouldn't have known we were even in Paris."

Jerome looked at him out of the side of his eyes with his lips turned up. He broke down what he found out like this; no one would know we're here but we have another mole on the team. He asked me who was I, since this didn't start happening until I came along. I didn't get a chance to defend myself before Eric yanked him up by his collar. I'm yelling and fighting with him to put Jerome down. Telling him that I can defend myself, to only help when he sees I'm getting my ass kicked, and there's no sign of me regaining control. I explained myself to Jerome, then asked him if he was the mole. He told me he's from the same side of the tracks I'm from and would never turn on his Country. His father and father's father fought to protect this Country, and he plans to do the same. Jerome turns his sights on Eric, I step back because he's on his own with this one. Jerome told Eric he would never accuse him and knows it's not him but he doesn't know what to do or who to trust.

Packing a few items that we could actually use while on the run from God only knows who. Eric gave us both directions; never to lose sight of one another, the three of us will always be together. There's a safe house about 30 miles southwest, as long as the three of us make it there, we'll have enough guns, ammo, and food to last us for a little over two years. Jerome interrupted and made a valid point, if he knows about the safe house he's pretty sure someone from the team would know as well. Eric reassured is that the house is his great great grandfather's. No one knows about this house but the three of us, adding that the organization don't know because the great great grandfather he learned about, wasn't in the same bloodline. It was his great great grandmother's lover, not her husband. He said he stocks up and refreshes everything everytime he came over the pond. Both of us feeling more secure about the plan, we all set ourselves in motion.

Jerome went to gather everyone and show them what to pack. As the door closed, I grabbed Eric and told him that I needed to wash up really quick because I can't be on the run smelling like pure sex. He started laughing, pushed me in the bathroom and started to grab all of the small liquor bottles he could. He stated there's a lot of alcoholics everywhere and he was sure we could use them as payment if needed. As soon as I finished getting dressed Jerome and the other three teammates rushed in the room. Almost instantly, there were bullets coming through our room's window, buzzing past our heads. Hitting the ground the only way we knew how, we crawled into the hallway with Eric as our lead. This is when it started getting deep.

Part 51

Part 51: Explicit

At this point I don't know which end is up. For the past hour and a half, give or take 20 minutes, we've had the most mind blowing connection that anyone can experience. Still wrapped around one another trying to hold each other up, a phone rings. Now, we're at the top of the Eiffel Tower. Who could be calling up here, really! Eric kisses me, told me to hold tight, and that he'll be right back. When he answered the phone, all he said was; okay, alright, that would be great, and thank you. It wasn't for me to ask but after he hung the phone up, he walked towards me standing straight, and hanging low. He cracks a smile then the elevator doors open and a big bag was placed outside of the door. Eric went to retrieve the bag and came back with two big blankets. What a relief because I didn't think we could make it another round standing.

Our makeshift bed has been made, us laying between the covers, and Eric between me. My legs wrapped around his waist, our bodies so close that I can feel the hairs growing back under his belly button. His face deep in my neck, my hands rubbing his back as he strokes me slowly. Our bodies moving as one with every direction he shifts. He moves his hand down my body, rubbing me rough but with a smooth motion. Wrapping his arm somewhat around my waist, he lifts us both up. In the position to do a one arm push up, he sets our bodies in vigorous motion. In pleasure my head tilted back, opening my eyes to see the view of Paris from the Eiffel Tower, while being pleased immensely. Once again, our bodies match one another, climaxing concurrently.

Both exhausted, we make our way to put our clothes on and head back to the hotel. When we got to the front doors, we busted out laughing because a few of our team members was in the lobby shaking their heads at us. Greeting them with a smile, we head straight to our room. Showered and cuddled together in bed. Eric holds me from the back with his arms so tight around me that moving wasn't an option. Moving my hips, showing him, I was far from being done. That shower gave me my second wind, unfortunately it didn't seem to give Eric his. Breaking from his hold, he turns over on his back. Sliding on top of him, gliding his "export" into my "import" jolts him, which gave him life.

Part 50: Explicit

Part 50: Explicit

No security watching, no cameras, in the Eiffel Tower, on our wedding night! It's on! All but popping every button on his shirt I go in on him like an animal. His sweet juicy lips on my neck, biting at my collar bone, I'm rubbing this hard hairless chest, as he's working my skirt down below my waist. He pulls my hair exposing my neck to be caressed by his tongue. Grabbing me around my throat, pushing me up on the rail,  between my legs just grinding, and nibbling at me. Before I noticed my skirt, shirt, and underwear were off; completely naked and waiting for him. He stands back and looks at me, taking off his clothes slowly.

"I want to love every inch of you."

Giving him a half smile, in a bit of a daze. I jumped down off of the rail, turned to face the sky providing him with a different view of me. Looking over my shoulder I spread my legs just enough for him to see parts of me that he hasn't seen in a few days. Looking to make sure I still excite him, he comes for me stiff as a board, and ready. This will be the first time a condom isn't used, we had all of our blood work done, both disease free. Before he does anything, he once again confesses his love for me, pulls my hair and enters my soul with no regrets.

There's something about a man that you don't have to use a condom with, you're able to feel everything. Every vein, the depths of his curve, and dear God, the curve. Our bodies slapping against one another making a sound like ten people clapping at once in unison. Then all of a sudden he slows down, grinding to the tempo that's in his head. Matching his rhythm, I push back holding his arms, and screaming like I was being tortured. This type of torture I don't mind. With his hand on my lower back, he readjust himself within me, hitting the perfect spot that I didn't even know was there. Sweat pouring, both panting, hearts racing, his slow grind was nice and steady. He has my body quivering, screaming at the top of my lungs, we both met our peak simultaneously, but this one was so stimulating and moving, that when I came, I cried.

Part 49

Part 49

Everything was being held there in the hotel. The banquet staff was on point, this is the first time I've seen the cake and it's breath taking, I don't even want to cut it. It was seven tiers high, white and cream, with pearl like beads going around it, forming a waterfall in the front. The topper was two professional dressed African Americans, not the typical bride and groom. After the ceremony, Eric and I went upstairs to change so we could join everyone else in the festivities. Eric opened the hotel door and carried me over the threshold. He's a very sweet man, I know that he loves me, because he shows it. Well, except for the time he tried to kill me.

Everyone already started drinking, the music was flowing, and best of all, we were officially one. We ate, slow danced, then we started to cut up. Everyone broke out in dance, even the older gentleman. Since I've met these men not once have I seen them smile and laugh so much. Eric came from behind, lifting me above his head screaming, look at my wife yall. Bringing me down slowly, positioning his head under my shirt kissing my stomach. Once we were face to face he whispered, "you're all mine, let's get out of here." Of course I agreed.

He took me for a walk, a short one because our hotel isn't that far from the Eiffel Tower. It was after hours and he wanted to see if he can get us a tour while no one was there.  He told me to stay at the entrance while he goes and speaks to the security guard. He came back telling me we have three hours. Excited to the max, I almost mowed him over trying to get the tour started. We took the elevator to the top floor not saying a word. I was so mesmerized that I was speechless. We get to the top floor and no one's there, while I was walking towards the glass I asked Eric where's the person that's going to give us a tour. His hands on my waist, he started to kiss my neck, telling me no one was coming up, and all of the cameras were turned off.

Part 48 Revised

PART 48 Revised

I absolutely love this man, there's no doubt in my mind or heart that he isn't the one God made just for me. There was so much to get done, while I was being fitted for my dress there was a tailor there ready to make any adjustments. Luckily there wasn't much to adjust, but it's not surprising to me at all, Eric called in and told them what he thought my measurements were. There's nothing like a man that pays that much attention to one person.

Hair, nails, and feet done; all I have to do is get dressed, but I have help doing that too. I overheard one of the females saying this is the most amazing wedding she's ever done. I'm amazed myself and is my wedding. There's a knock at the door and the older gentleman enters.

"Ms. White, I have some paperwork for you to sign. Once you and Mr. Boyds are married, you'll go on missions together. We don't want the last incident to happen again and you end up killing him or vice versa."

"So this was planned so we can do missions together? "

"No my dear, the proposal and wedding was all Mr. Boyds' idea. We just want you both to be happy, safe, and together."

I accept the paperwork, signed a little over 20 pages, and off he went. I told everyone in my room that I needed a minute, called Eric's room and requested his presence. Without question, he told me he was on his way and hung up. We have two and a half hours left before we tie the knot, I needed to make sure he's doing this for the right reasons.

The door swings open, and he asks me what's wrong. On both knees between my legs he looks at me as if I were going to say I don't want to go through with it. "Why do you want to marry me?" I asked. A smile crosses his face, "I want to marry you because I don't just love you but I'm in love with you and I adore you. I don't want to spend another minute without you, and us getting married is showing you that I love and respect you that much, that I'm willing to commit to you and only you. "

I wasn't expecting that, my emotions were at a ten, and I couldn't hold back the tears. Giving him a kiss on his forehead, he grabs right behind my knees and pulls my legs towards him, forcing me to lay back on the bed. He climbs on top of me, kissing my neck, and whispers that he'll have the entire three weeks to make love to me like a real husband should. Well, hot damn!

Part 47 Revised

Part 47 Revised

Eric drove me out to Washington DC so i could get my file complete, pictures, finger prints, and lastly an orientation that lasted eight hours. As a unit we all agreed on France. We're going to be meeting up in L.A. so we can fly together to France. Our time doesn't start until six in the evening tomorrow and our flights land in L.A. tomorrow at 3:00pm. That small delay makes sure that we give enough time for problems and errors. As far as traveling goes, everywhere we travel out of the United States is new to me, but three weeks in France paid for by the organization; I'll take it, thank you.

Once on our flight to France we were the only ones in First Class, which seemed odd to me. I told Eric and he stated he noticed a male stewardess with combat boots. We agreed to fill in the rest of our team which is a total of eight of us, me being the only woman. Since it would look less obvious for me to go to everyone and talk to them than it would be Eric I volunteered to take care of it. Once everyone was informed, I went back to my seat and didn't look or talk to Eric once the entire flight. I had to think out a few things and it seems that everyone else was doing the same thing. It was complete silence in First Class.

Once we exited the plane, Eric and Jerome stayed on each side of me. I'm not sure why, but it's clear that they know something I don't. Walking between these two I felt like a small child, we didn't stop to get our bags, the other team members made it their job to get all of the luggage. Eric calls for a taxi, we get in the back seat, me staying in the middle. I looked down at Eric's lap because something shined in my eye just to see that he was holding his gun on his lap. Turned to look at Jerome and he had his gun out as well. I reached to touch Eric's leg and he removed my hand without saying a word.

Jerome slowly exited the car and started to walk in the direction of the hotel. I was right behind him and Eric eight behind me. When Jerome moved to the side is when I was able to see the other five already inside talking to the concierge. There was a loud sound like a bunch of vehicles braking too fast at the last minute. I turned to see what it was and there were four all black SUVs right in front of the entrance. About six people from each vehicle got out, armed with AK-47s and some had the AR-15s. The driver from the taxi gets out which distracted the gunmen, that's when we took our chance, and ran like hell into the hotel yelling for them to secure the building.

Part 46

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Part 46: Explicit

Waking up to him fills my heart. I sat on the edge of the bed just watching him sleep. What better way to wake him up than to please him. At the foot of the bed, I lift the sheets slightly, enough for me to fit under it. Without touching his legs, I climb next to him. Lightly lifting his manhood with my mouth inserting all of him, well as much as I could. Licking him like an ice cream cone, sucking on him until his body jerks. He raised up the sheet with a smile on his face.

Heading back to the house we received a call saying there's a meeting. We had enough time to shower and get on the road,  no breakfast or early morning sex. Ugh! Anyway, we get to the house and headed right to the meeting room. The older gentleman was already in the screen but not saying anything, I guess he was waiting on us. We take our seat and apologized for our tardiness. He starts to talk about the moles we had within our organization. First, a picture of Anthony,  then a picture of Brian, and lastly a picture of Jackie. The older gentleman started to explain that they were spies and was waiting to see if they leaked information to Russia, where they were born and raised. He stated that Jackie wasn't a target but the organization appreciated the gift. The agency falsified information, gave it to Anthony and Brian, and within two weeks Russia attempted to buy the weapons that we were supposed to be selling.

Then it happens, he reveals my name as the agent that accomplished their mission. I heard clapping from right behind me, I turned and saw it was Eric. He stood and said that I also past the test and didn't divulge any information to him. We were awarded as a unit three weeks off without having to contact the organization unless we're arrested or kidnapped, but we must stay together as a unit at all times. We must be within five miles of one another.

Part 45

Part 45: Explicit

Not sure if this is a bad time for me wanting to have some rough love making with my man, since his friend committed suicide and all, but I sure as hell plan to try. I started the fire to get the mood going. I ran us a nice hot bath with lavender, and floating rose pedals. By that time I knew the fire was ready. I went back into the living room, threw the envelope in the fireplace just as Eric walked in.

"So you're burning your mark."

"Yes, I've completed my mission and ready to move on. I ran us a bath so we can relax, I just need to grab a nice bottle of wine."

Eric couldn't help himself, he knew who my marks were, but I think he needed to hear it from me. I changed the subject as quick as I could. I offered him a full body massage only if he was willing to fully undress where we stood, but he declined. Stating he wasn't in the mood for anything remotely close to romance and that it would take him a while. He apologized and stated he's going to go lay down while I take a bath. He walked away without acknowledging my existence.

After my long bath, I went into the bedroom to lotion down. I sat on the chase peering out the window into the darkness of the lake, wishing the right way to comfort him would run across the water for me to read. Then I felt his harm strong hands touch my shoulders. His breath on my neck and I slight whisper with him saying he was sorry. He tells me that he's going to take a shower and wants me to stay put. I did as he asked, well, I'm not sure if it's because he made the request or because I was still waiting for the water to speak to me, show me a sign, something. After Eric's shower, I noticed I was still sitting there waiting on something that would never come.

He runs his fingers threw my hair, I leaned my head back to get the full feel of this head massage, and what greets me. Eric's semi hard equipment, that started jumping with each rub. At one point his equipment gave me a sign and jumped onto my face, which didn't bother me at all. The tip kept running across my lips, so I stuck my tongue out but adding a little force. Before I had a chance to fully give him pleasure he pulls away. Coming around to the front of the chase, he gets in his knees, spreads my legs, and begins to give me instant gratification. Rubbing his head, pushing his face deeper into me, I reach my pinnacle with each stroke of his tongue. Unable to take anymore, I push him away from me. Stand up, breast against the window begging for him to take me as I was.

Bodies slamming, grinding, and sweating against one another. I could feel all of my energy spiraling out of control and up my spine. For me my end was near and the way Eric's shaking, it seems he reaching his limit as well. I take back control by jumping on him while he stays within me, making him hold me. Our bodies continue to connect while Eric walks and loves me on the way to the bed. By the time we got there and comfortable our end came together like two ends to a rope.

Laying in his arms, he kisses and runs his lips across my forehead, holding me tight as we both attempt to catch our breath. At some point between him kissing my forehead and us trying to catch our breath, we doze off into a blissful sleep.

Part 44

Part 44

Part of me cared because of the pain Eric is going through, then on the other hand, I didn't care at all about the loss, because I got my mark, and was able to have an alibi. So here's what my information said, I needed an alibi and I needed to make both of my marks look like they committed suicide. Anthony and Brian were my marks, Jackie was a casualty of war. Plus, she deserved to be hung, she talked too much. So, I had her show me a sample of a letter she would write to them. Yes, she was that stupid. While she was writing, I tied up the rope about 20 feet away on a tree I thought she could climb. I used gloves to make sure none of my skin would get caught on the rope. Once she was done, she read it to me then put the paper in her pocket.

I hid behind a tree acting like I was playing tag with her, she came over laughing. I wrapped the rope around her neck and lightly tide her hands behind her back with the shirt she had on. I don't want to leave any marks on her wrist but I also didn't want her to scratch at the rope, that would show a struggle, hence murder. I'm sure by the time they got to her, I was already working out with Jerome. I'm positive they checked her for the note and they followed. Works for me.

I didn't know how to tell Eric or even if I should. I don't know if this was a test, I battled with myself while I comforted him. Then it hits me, I grab the car keys and tell him to come on. With tears falling and a stuffed nose he wanted to know where we were going. I told him, he'll see, just meet me in the car. When he walked out the room, I grabbed my envelope, and stuff it in my pants. While driving I asked about the cabin. I needed to know if it was his or the organization's. He said it was his, and no one knows about it. Then he stated that the organization knows about everything so don't do anything stupid. Well, I guess that's what I needed to hear, still heading in the direction of the cabin because a night alone with him is needed. Plus, I can rid my envelope in the fireplace.

Part 43

Part 43

Finally finished my time with Jackie, I needed to figure out how I was going to lure my target to commit suicide or, how I'm going to make their death look like they committed suicide. I went to the game room to think and I also wanted to get some time in with the fellas. A few games of pool and a game or two of indoor basketball. With the time spent, I've been able to befriend a few guys. The others don't want much to do with me, maybe because of my relationship with Eric. I don't take it personal, personally I could care less how they feel.

Two weeks has gone by and today is the day. I went for a long walk with Jackie and we talked, well she talked I just listened. There's one topic that always comes up, Anthony. She told me that her, Anthony, and one of the other agents Brian, are a couple. I asked how did that work and basically, she's their girlfriend. The guys never touch each other, they just take turns with her. She was saying that they have a Romeo and Juliet type of a relationship, plus one. It sounds more like Westside Stories if you ask me. Anyway, we drove about 30 miles away from the house to the Paris Mountain State Park. After spending a few hours there, I jumped in the car by myself and headed back home.

Once I pulled up, Anthony and Brian asked where Jackie was, I told them she decided to stay at the park, she kept going on about Romeo and Juliet plus one. I shrugged my shoulders and walked away. By the time I closed the door I heard screeching from the car Anthony and Brian got in. Heading to the basement with a smile on my face, I ran clear into Eric. He picks me up and tells me how much he needs me. This man don't get it, I've been waiting since day one. Unfortunately, it had to wait. I told him it's day 30, he put me down and asked if he would see me later. To confirm, I gave him the best kiss I could. Smiling, he walks away shaking his head yes.

I walked around the house a little and was pulled aside by Jerome, he wanted to know if I already did my workout for the day. I told him I'll meet him in the gym in 15 minutes that I needed to change. Before I hit the stairs I noticed Eric on a cell phone in the driveway. I ran upstairs to get dressed, then off to workout with Jerome. About two hours into our workout Eric comes in and had this look on his face of disgust. I stopped what I was doing and went to him. Asking him what's wrong he tells me that Jackie, Anthony, and Brian hung their self in the State Park. He was so out of sorts, not about all of them, but about Anthony, because they grew up together.

Part 42

Part 42

On the bottom right side of the picture, there's a stamp that states SUICIDE. I have two weeks to make this happen. Locking my envelope back up, then heading to the basement to check on Eric's progress. Once on the basement level I spoke to the Doctor and she stated now would be a great time for me to visit, because he's back to being himself. She did explain that because he was dehydrated, it caused him to lose the understanding of what's real and what's not.

I walked into his room and the love of my life is back. His smile, the sweetness is back in his eyes, and his voice. Dear God, his voice. He opened his arms for me to share the beating of our hearts as one again. I laid in his arms and cried, I cried like a new born baby. He apologized for what took place the other day and promised it wouldn't happen again. I told him he couldn't guarantee that it won't happen again, but that I appreciated the gesture. He kept asking if I trust him and it seems like no matter how many times I said yes, he knew I felt something different than my answer. I told him that now isn't the time to start another argument so let's talk when he's 100%. Just throwing a suggestion out there, I told him how much I wanted to go hiking, and that maybe we can go in two weeks. Agreeing with a smile, a kiss on the forehead, followed by tight hugs and I love yous.

After my visit with Eric, I sort out Jackie to see if she was willing to go in town with me to pick up some clothes and a few other things. She so happy to be invited that she suggested that she'll drive. The entire way there, all she did was talk, but she did have some information I didn't mind hearing. She had loads to talk about when it came to Anthony, she kind of sound like he hurt her and she's bitter, but I love a little juice. Especially when it's about sex.

Part 41

Part 41

Waking up to Anthony was the last person wanted to see. Don't get me wrong, if the ladies have been trying to figure out where all the good looking, straight men are, they're right here. Anthony told me not to say anything, because when Eric apparently tried to kill me, he damaged my larynx. So talking will be out of the question for awhile. He asked how I was feeling and I shook my head yes. I don't know how he expected me to tell him when I can't talk. He told me that he brought my envelope so I can look at it, he asked if I was still up for the task. He had to be kidding me right, you damn right I was up for it. As he was waiting on my head nod, I was trying to unhook everything, basically telling him I'm ready now. He gently pushed me back and stated for all black envelopes there's 30 days, killing the person on the 30th day. Red envelopes, you have one chance, one shot. Your envelopes will be black for a while, then you'll get a call and they'll give you a code name but for now,  you're on bed rest for 48 hours.

He hands me the black envelope and walks out the room. I took my time to open it, since I can't do anything for the next 48 hours, I locked it in my end table for safe keeping. I could hear that voice again, Eric's new voice, the one I don't like. He's in the hallway talking to Anthony, Anthony tells him to sleep in another room for a few days. I get out of the bed, dragging whatever is in my IV along for the ride so I can lock my door. Twenty steps to the door and I was exhausted. I laid back down and drifted off to sleep.

Three days later I was able to gather myself, it still hurts to talk but I'm doing what I can. I sat on the edge of the bed to read about my mark. It states that my mark has connections with a major drug cartel and is a mole within our home, they are attempting to infiltrate our organization to recruit people to cross over and provide them with information so their product doesn't get confiscated by the FBI. I flip the paper over to match the face with the accusations.

Part 40

Part 40

When I walked into the meeting room it got deathly quite. Looking around for Eric and it seems that no one was willing to make eye contact with me. I went to Anthony and asked where he was, he told me that he accepted a mission and won't be back for a month. I wanted to scream, yell, kick, I wanted to fight any and everyone. How could he leave without saying anything to me, he's gone for a month, and it's never a guarantee that he'll make it back alive. I thanked Anthony and took my seat, what else was I going to do, it is what it is. It's obvious I pissed him off enough and he needed time to himself. It's going to be like this at times, he goes away or I go away, not all the time will we go together but I never expected him to leave without saying something to me. Anthony started where he left off but got choked up a few times whenever he looked my way. I never commented on it, just asked if he needed water.

It's been three weeks since I've seen him or heard his voice. Although, all of the gentlemen here has kept me busy with things I needed to learn, but when I lay down for the night I can't help but to think of him and how I'll react when I first see him. In all honesty I want to hurt him, but as much as I've been missing him I just need to shower him with love and apologize for what I've done. Most nights crying myself to sleep, mainly because my body is extremely sore, the workouts and fight training that I do twelve hours a day is killing me, in a good way. I was told that on my very last day of training I'll get the information for my mark, I'm excited. To be able to kill and not have to do time for it, it's nothing I ever imagined growing up in North Philadelphia but it's a step up and in the right direction. I'm here to serve my Country.

It's been a total of 31 days and there's been no sign of Eric and I stopped asking. I'm not showing anyone that I'm worried, although Jackie keeps asking me questions about what he's doing and where he's been. This woman bothers me to no end. I head to the meeting room, and my envelope was sitting at my spot at the table. I looked around and noticed everyone had an envelope. Waiting for everyone else to come in, I sit in silence, mind wandering, wanting to look to see my mark, but the rule is not until you're completely alone.

Anthony comes in, picks up all the envelopes, and tells me to go to my room because Eric's home. All but running him over, I take flight to get to him. I damn near knocked over four people on my way to our room. I bust in the door but nothing, running across the room to look in the bathroom, and there he was. Soaking in the tub with murky bloody water. He looked up at me, no smile, nothing. He turned his head in the other direction facing the wall. I guess the argument and his time away is what he truly needed. I left him in the bathroom by himself and sat at the edge of the bed waiting on him to come out. After three or four refills of the tub he finally came out, still no smile, not one facial expression.

I've been taught not to approach any agent after a mission because we don't know what they've seen or what they've been through. The voice that came out of Eric's mouth was frightening, it was deep and raspy "why are you here?" I replied the best way I know how, all the whole standing to my feet, walking backwards towards the door; "I'll leave." He lunges at me. His hand around my throat, my hands on his face. With every stroke of his face he comes closer to me, at one point close enough to kiss, right before I passed out.

Part 39

Part 39

The older gentleman told Eric it was okay to speak. He turned my chair around to face him, he leaned in to talk to me. "I do love you, I am in love with you, and no that isn't a lie. What I have for you isn't a lie. I have a protocol that I must follow, when they say speak I can speak. You will learn the protocol as well. I hope we can talk later." I asked if he was done, he said yes, and I turned around to ask what else did I need to do. The older man told me that Anthony would give me the information for my first target and that no one is to ever be taken care of within any of our buildings. He explained that Anthony will teach me all that I needed to know. Then the screen went black.

Anthony asked if I needed to take a break to process all that was going on and so I can talk to Eric. I told him there's nothing to process or talk about, so let's move on please. Anthony looked at Eric, shrugged his shoulders, and started to speak. About three minutes in, Eric pushes my seat, spins it around, and lifted me up and over his shoulder like a cave man. "We'll reconvene in two hours." Carrying me through the house, I keep telling him to put me down, and I can walk. He never replied to me just huffing and puffing like a little kid. We make it to our room, he throws me on the bed, rips off his shirt, grabs my hand, and presses it to his chest. "Do you feel that? I'm willing to give up everything for you, for you! Including my life if it means I can spend another hour with you. Yes, some things that you went through was a test, but the test had nothing to do with how I feel about you. I would never lie to you!" Still speechless, I just sit there on the edge of the bed. "This is the problem with black women, when you have a good man standing in front of you, you don't have anything to say. I bet if I were a deadbeat this wouldn't even be a problem." Eric changes his shirt and walks out. Since I had time to myself, I took a shower, and changed my clothes before heading down to finish the meeting. Still confused on what's going on, I know I need to apologize to Eric, I just don't know how.

Part 38

Part 38

Since I've met Eric, not Warden but Eric, I've had a lot of questions but never asked. Today most of my questions were answered. Remember when he stated he wasn't always a good boy? Well, this is what he meant by that; he works for the CIA whenever they need him. Him being a Warden is just a cover up for family and friends. Yeah, go figure. So, of course I have questions like, why do we have to run? Why can't he just call in a favor for our records to be cleared and stay here in the US? Instead of me waiting for us to be alone, I figured I would get one hundred percent of the truth for my questions, if I asked now. I'll wait until we're alone to ask the rest. I interjected while Anthony was sharing what cases to execute and when I say execute, I mean it. Anyway, I asked Eric if he's an employee of the CIA why are we running? Eric stood to his feet and started clapping, all of the guys followed his lead. I had no clue how to react, so I sat there giving Eric the look of death. I started to smile because deep down inside, I wanted to slap the black off of him.

All of a sudden the projection screen on the back wall came on. The insignia was that of the C.I.A. A Caucasian older gentleman came on the screen and was clapping as well. When he stopped and sat down, everyone else did as well. He states, "Rhonda Jessica White, you are currently 27 years of age, African American and Puerto Rican, no children, and one sibiling. Your father was murdered by your aunt that you grew up thinking was your mother, who also turned the shotgun on herself. Your mother was murdered in her cell this morning, I'm sorry for your loss but she was a casualty of war. You murdered two people and saved at least a dozen or more young ladies from human sex traffickers. Then when you got to our prison, you were plotting to escape, murdered one Officer that was also a C.I.A operative. You left no evidence and no leads to whom may have killed him. When questioned by the man you're in love with, you didn't break. All of this was a test Ms. White and you passed so far with flying colors." My mind was going 200 miles per hour at this point. So everything, all this way a fucking lie Eric? I couldn't hold in my anger, my frustration. It's not like me to use profanity but my heart was breaking and I needed answers, and I needed them quick. "On the contrary Ms. White, Mr. Boyds is very much in love with you. So much so, that he is willing to walk away from our partnership and risk being a target. So, if you decline to accept this offer, you will still have full immunity, but you both will run the risk of being a target." I said thank you to the gentleman but I needed to hear it from Eric. At first Eric didn't say a word, he just sat and looked at me. A minute or two later I sat down and faced the projection screen, no tears, just a sharp pain in my chest, and a difficult time breathing.

Part 37

Part 37

After going through my own inner grief about my father, we moved onto the next room. So the young lady introduced herself as Jackie, and stated she's a talent scout for Anthony. She said that she's surprised Eric haven't introduced me to the family sooner. I stood there looking at her, while in my mind I've killed her twice already. Jackie proceeds to tell me what they do there but I had to cut her off. "Sweetheart, we're not family. You may consider Eric as family and that's fine but you're sloppy. You don't know me or anything about me, but you're ready to put everyone's business on blast." She was stuck, stuck on stupid. I walked away looking for Eric, when I finally found him. He was in a semi dark room with black lighting. I didn't want to be rude but I also didn't want to be bothered with someone that talks too much. Anthony was talking when I walked over and sat on Eric's lap. Anthony stopped like they were discussing something that I wasn't allowed to hear. He looks at Eric, as if to say, get her out of here. Eric pushed my lower back for me to get up, swatting his hand away, I leaned back so I could whisper in his ear. I told you, that if you ride for me, I'll definitely ride for you, this isn't part of the roadtrip. What you do while we're together affects me, therefore I want to know. If I'm not allowed, tell me now. Rising to my feet, I take Eric's hand and escorts him in the hallway, but not before excusing ourselves letting Anthony and the other guys that we'll be back.

In the hallway I explain how I don't need to be babysat and not to ever push away because men are talking. The same way they get their hands dirty so will I. I started telling him about sloppy Jackie but he bends over and starting kissing me. Well, I guess that's a way to tell me to shut up. I pulled back from him to finish what I had to say, he grabs my hair and pulls me back to where he wanted me to be. The only thing that ran through my mind when he finished kissing me was, welp I guess it's settled, I'll just sit outside and wait. Putting me in my place without putting me in my place, I like it. He throws his arm around me and we walked side by side back into our meeting. Anthony's mouth dropped opened but greeted and introduced me as the newest member to their partnership. Eric whispered to me that he hopes I'm ready for what I walked into. He forces the guy sitting in front of to get up, pulls out the seat for me, and takes his seat behind me.

Part 36

Part 36

Inside the house tells a total different story,  but the same story of the high profile cars, if you know what I mean. Eric holding my hand and introduce me to several people as his fiancé. One of the guys joking with Eric asked where my ring was, before I had a chance to blink, my hand was free, and the guy that made the joke had a mouth full of Eric's gun. Look, I know I did my dirt, but mine was for a reason. I don't just go around threatening and killing people because they said something that hurt my feelings. Eric being all emotional was a turn on because of how fast he reacted, but kind of a turn off because he couldn't recognize a joke through his emotions. Anyway, the guy is pleading for his life, Eric is infuriated, I just want to get what we came for and leave. I call out Eric's name while walking in his direction. I say his name, touch his waist, and push myself close to him. Close enough that my face was in his back, I told him to let him go, he was just playing. I slid my hands up his firm body, down his arms, pulling his arms back towards his chest extracting the barrel of his gun out of the guys mouth.

Now,  you know you dealing with flat out stupid folk when you save their life but they still want to talk like they had the upper hand the entire time. At that point I have Eric's gun but the guy started with his jokes all over again. Eric looked at him in disgust but told me I better handle it since I wouldn't let him. I flipped the chrome 9mm in my hand so the butt of the gun is between my index finger and thumb. The guy is still looking at Eric, bringing my arm back, doing a short three step run towards him to boost up the force behind me swinging the butt of the gun at his head, he hits the ground just as another gentleman came in the room. He checked on his friend, smiled at me, and greeted Eric with a smile, hug and kiss on each cheek.

Eric introduced Anthony to me as a street brother. Anthony called in a young lady, told her to show me around the house, and to make sure I had everything I wanted. First stop, the kitchen. There was nothing I needed or wanted at this time so we kept moving. We get to a part of the house that's dedicated to the artist that they support. In the studio there's a young man rapping about his father and how he always made sure that he and his sister were okay. A'tare Godspeed the young lady tells me, I stood there watching hm, listening to him, and overall missing the man that raised me.

Part 35

Part 35

When we were pulling up to the side of the prison, we saw news trucks, and a large gathering of people. My heart sank to the pit of on my stomach. We need to turn around, Eric if we get there, and this is about me then they're going to send you to jail. Eric slowed down and asked what if it wasn't. I asked him if he really wanted to take that chance. He turned around, speeding through the countryside. He didn't start slowing down until we were out of the county. He took his cell phones, took the battery out of both of them and through them all out the window. I didn't say anything, because he seemed to be thinking things through. After two hours of driving he looked at me with a smile. I needed to figure out how to get us the money we need to get out of the Country. We pulled into a small town has station, he tells me to stay in the car, he'll have the tank filled while he's calling in a favor.

Driving through Pennsylvania heading south towards the Carolinas. Eric tells me that everything's going to be okay, we just need to make it to his friend's house in Greenville and we can catch our flight to Paris, France. I wasn't sure how he planned to do this, knowing within the next few hours we'll be the trending topic in the US, and everyone will be looking for us; but who was I to spoil his dream. We both sat in silence, me thinking of ways to get out of the Country and Eric, I have no clue where his head is.

Reaching our destination we pull up into a driveway that's wooded and about a half of a mile long. At the opening beyond the woods, there's this huge house that looks like it's been abandoned for years. Eric takes the car to the rear of the house and I couldn't believe my eyes. The were four very nice high profiled vehicles, a Maserati, Bugatti, and two that look like concept cars that aren't even out on the market yet. I turned to Eric and ask, what is it you did before that made you "not always a good boy" in the past? "Don't worry about it, that part of my life will only concern you if I need to start working again because we ran out of money. Otherwise, the less you know the better. All you need to know is that it's us against the World. You in or are you out?" He said in such a calm but sexy tone.  If you riding for me Master, I'm definitely riding for you.

Part 34

Part 34: Explicit

I asked Eric to accompany me while I take a bath, he stripped down to his birthday suit faster than a prostitute snatching a $20.00 bill. We sat in the tub facing one another, my feet rubbing away between his legs. I made sure I didn't put any soap in the water and of course I have a great reason why. Lifting myself up in the tub, I got on my knees and slowly lowered my face into the water looking at him the entire time. I couldn't hear anything since my head was under water pleasing him to the fullest, lifting my head up every so often for air. Everytime I went under, my goal was to stay there as long as I could to handle my business.

From the bathtub to the shower, from the shower to the kitchen, from the kitchen to the bed. We've made our rounds throughout the house exhausting ourselves but not to a point of stopping. We took a little food break right around sunrise. Eric expressed that he wanted to have children someday and wanted to know if I were willing to carry his child. Without asking how that would work, you know with me being in prison and all; I said yes.

Longing for his masculine touch within me, I dive onto him as he into me. The rhythm of our bodies making music unbeknownst to us and our experience in making a masterpiece. He cradles me, moving in and out with a smooth and gentle glide. Positions switch often enough that we may spend 15 minutes of each except our last one before we noticed it was almost 8am. We shower once more together holding one another every chance we got.

Part 33

Part 33

I want to go where ever you go. I don't want you to do something that you'll end up regretting and blaming me for. If it means me staying in prison in order to be with you, then so be it. He tells me not to worry, go shower, and put om the clothes that he'll lay out for me. While in the shower my mind raced, from one thought to another. Not knowing which way to turn, I do know that I love him, and I don't want to hurt him.  When I finished cleaning myself, I walked into the bedroom and there was a red wrap around dress, red and black heels, and a black button up sweater. I turned to look at the lake while I dried off and Eric was sitting there watching me. Do you like what you see? He stood to his feet, walked towards me, took my towel off, and started to pat me dry. He put lotion on me from head to toe, brushed my hair, and actually styled it quite nicely. After he dressed me, he revealed that he wanted to take me out on a date. With my heart skipping a beat, I lead him to the car, he opens my door, and closes it behind me.

We pull up to an Italian restaurant, the concierge calls Eric by name, and directs us to our table. The setting of this place is beautiful, a waterfall in the center of the restaurant, and a quartet with a pianist is playing soft elegant music. The one thing I did notice, is that on a Saturday evening this place was completely empty of customers. I told Eric how strange it was and he told me that he bought the restaurant out until nine so we could enjoy ourselves and not have to look over our shoulders every few minutes. I agreed and started to look at the menu. Another night of laughter, smiles, some tears but overall a great date. 

Finally making it back to the cabin, a little tipsy, and ready to get some things started since it's our last night together. I want to make it memorable for the both of us. It's 10:32 and Eric has to take me back to the prison no later than noon; little does he know, he's not getting any sleep tonight.

Part 32

Part 32

For the rest of the day we did a little bit of everything. Some slappy grab ass throughout the house. He made a great lunch and for dessert I had a little taste of him. We went for a boat ride that's when he taught me how to fish, but I refused to gut it. He told me that there's some things I need to know how to do, so the next time we come out here I will need to learn. Jokingly I said "why, I get food three times a day. All I have to do is go to the kitchen and get it, no cooking needed." I laughed but Eric didn't find it funny right away, after a minute or two it sunk in and he all but hollered. He said what if zombies come, then what are you going to do? Stab them in the back of the neck with a compact screwdriver? He laughed to the point he had tears coming out of his eyes. My response brought him back to reality. With a smirk I said, desperate times calls for desperate measures. The laughing stop completely, he stood up and told me let's go for a ride. I was all for it for, windows down,  the smell of the fresh air, I ran into the house to get a pair of his slippers and on the bed there were clothes for me. He stood in the doorway and said that the rest of the clothes he got me is already in the drawers or hung in the closet. Now, I don't know what any of you are thinking but, I thought he rented this place for the weekend.

Looking at him in a state of confusion, I asked if this was his house. He said it's one of many that he owns. The house that he stays at during the week is closer to the prison, he normally comes out here to relax but if he has more than two days off then he would go to another one of his properties. I'm really confused now, before all of this mess I worked as a probation officer and knew a lot of Wardens but none making money like this to be able to buy a bunch of customized houses. I never asked him too many questions but I guess now is the best time. I sat on the bed and asked if I could ask him anything. He shook his head yes and came to sit across from me. How old are you? 32. How are you able to afford all of these properties? I wasn't always the good guy, I was the smart guy but as you see, not always the good guy. I'm I the only woman you took out of prison for your pleasure? Yes, actually you're the only inmate I've ever slept with. Do you have any homes across any borders? Yes, a few. Is there somewhere you want to go?

Part 31

Part 31

For the first 10 to 20 minutes we both had our heads back and just relaxed as we soaked. Eric started to speak, his voice a lot weaker and seemingly unsure as I've ever heard it. I slide over to him, placing my back to his front and asking him what's wrong. Complete silence, from a man that's so sure of himself he got choked up on his words, how cute. Laying my head on his shoulder, I kissed his cheek telling him whatever it is, not to worry. That we only have this weekend and then the fairytale ends. I don't want us caught up on what we want, when in reality we can't have it. He took a deep breath, wrapped his arms around me, and dug his face into my neck. "I just love you so much, the first day I saw you I knew. I never thought you would give me this type of attention. At first, I thought it was just going to be about sex with you, so I tried everything to show you that you were more than an object to me. I wanted to show you that no matter what you did and why you did it, you still deserved to be loved and cherished. You deserve a husband like me." I didn't know what to say to him, I had nothing to say. It's like, everytime he shares how he feels with me, I die a little more inside. There's either a long road of imprisonment for me with the ability to see the man I'm in love with or, a long road and lifetime of running and never seeing him again. I turned to him and explained that I love him and in love with him, I promised that would never change. That he has given me something no one has ever given me and that he lives within my heart. Tears started to flow while I shared that I'd rather not hear how he feels, not because I don't want to know, but because it kills me inside that I can't offer him more. I told him not to stop completely, I still want to hear that he loves me as long as that's the way he feels.

Part 30

Part 30: Explicit

I found that Eric has a side of him that is far more intriguing than the side I've seen within the prison walls. As he tells it, this is something new to him. Needless to say, I don't believe it, not one bit. I'm not saying there's a problem, I found that I enjoyed my day being submissive. The hot wax after our cool shower, the spankings, scratching, even the way he bites me, is extremely pleasurable. We ended up falling asleep uncomfortably holding one another, tired and sore, the only thing I could think of was sleeping in that comfortable bed.

I woke the next morning around 1030 with the sun in my face and a full view of the lake. Eric wasn't in bed but I didn't care. As long as we're in the same area I'm content with that. I laid there regretting everything I've done up until I met him, but I wouldn't have met him if I didn't kill anyone. He did say in the car that he's willing to do any and everything to keep me happy. Maybe he's giving me a hint that he's willing to run with me. I laughed at the thought and discarded it like trash. I can hear him coming up the stairs, first I see his head, then his gorgeous face, chest, a tray of food, and his manhood just hanging. This man is something else, and I love him; no, I'm in love with him. He sat the food on the table in the bedroom and called me over. Both naked, we sat to eat breakfast but I had something else in mind. I moved the food from in front of him, sat on the table, spread my legs open, and told him breakfast was served.

Diving into my breakfast suggestion, he reaches up and wraps his hand around my throat. Once again he does everything perfect, hell, beyond perfect. Anytime I got close to my peak he would squeeze my throat tighter, which made me lose complete control each and every time. Ten plus orgasms later I had nothing left, our breakfast is cold, and the table is soaked. Eric went into the bathroom without saying a word as I laid there completely immobile across the table, not being able to feel my legs.

I was summoned to the bathroom; when I entered, there was rose pedals leading to the jacuzzi style bathtub that's filled with hot bubbly water, surrounded by lit candles, soft jazz, and my sexy ass man.

Part 29

He paid no mind, so I figured this wasn't his type of game to play. Instead, I repositioned myself and put his hand on his manhood, rubbing him until he was a tad firm. Unzipped his zipper and only used my tongue, not taking any piece of him in my mouth. My goal wasn't for him to climax, instead just a little foreplay before we got to where we were heading. I knew we had at least another hour to go, which means I had an hour to play but making sure he doesn't get to his point, not without me anyway.

We ended up on a long dirt road, still teasing him in my outfit or lack of thereof, I noticed a huge wooden cabin and lake in the distance. My performance came to a screeching halt, I've never seen anything so beautiful. The sun was shining off of the lake, giving the trees a sparkling effect. Mouth open, eyes wide, Eric tells me that he'll do any and everything to make sure that I remain happy. Once at the cabin, he put the car in park, and got out. Me, still mesmerised just sat and looked over the lake when my door opened. He reaches out his hand to help me out of the car, told me to leave my prison uniform there because we won't be needing it this weekend. Halfway in my birthday suit, I step out onto the freshly manicured grass, and hopped on Eric like a nine year old that just received a pony for her birthday. He didn't stop me from loving on him, he carried me into the cabin, up to our bedroom, and into the shower. I saw him drop his keys and electronic gadgets on the bed but he never took off his clothes.

Girl girl girl, this shower! The shower has marble from the floors, walls, and ceiling. It's like an enclosed box of glass and I would say at least, at the least, ten people could fit inside and be comfortable. Jet stream shower heads in six different directions, and the best part of the shower, a steel bar going around the edges. I guess whomever designed the bathroom had the same thoughts as Eric. I didn't give him time to put me down before ripped off his shirt, buttons flying everywhere, and bit his collar bone a little harder than the normal playful banter. He moaned, sealing the deal for a little roughness. Pushing him away from me, I demand him to take his clothes off. Cocking his head to the side, he stands up straight, and tells me to take them off for him. We both stand at attention, both wanting to be the dominant one within our current situation. Then, Eric raises his voice, as if he were upset, "Now I said! Take them off!" I wasn't use too being submissive, but him yelling at me turned me on even more. I replied with a Yes Sir and started walking towards him with my head down. "That'll be yes Master. Do you understand woman?" He said without a smile, water running over his chest through his ripped shirt like a mini waterfall. "Yes Master!"

Part 28

Part 28

Wanting to grab his face and just love all over him. My knight in shinning armor came to take me to court, I could hardly contain myself but had no other choice since we were still on the prison grounds. Once we were out the gate and about ten minutes away from the prison, I all but jumped in his lap while he was driving. He told me to relax and that we had more than enough time for all of that. He asked me how I was doing, as held my hand on top of my lap, and told me he missed me. I had this large stupid smile on my face but nothing came out. I couldn't speak, I was stuck. He pulled over, put on his hazards, and leaned over for a kiss. To hell with the kissing, I wanted him to just hold me. I jumped in the driver's seat with him, kissing all over his face and neck, and he did just want I wanted, held me tight. After about 30 minutes of kissing, groping, and grinding he pushes me back in my own seat with a huge smile on his face. Eric stated we had a two hour ride before we got to our destination. At this point I'm a tad worried because the courthouse in only 45 minutes away. I asked where we were going, he told me to have a full Friday and Saturday to ourselves. He told the guards that I would be in a holding cell in a different State that I'm facing charges in. "I have you for an entire weekend my love, I get to fall asleep holding you, and wake up to you for two nights and two days. Is that okay with you?" I told him that as long as I'm with him I'm fine, I just need one thing. I told him that I needed to know when we're going to be on a stretch of road with little to no curves and virtually no traffic. He told me we had four exits and the road that we'll be getting off on is a country road. Each exit is about five miles from one another so I knew I needed to act fast.

I lift my shirt showing him my new bra and panty set. I love the color yellow, it compliments my skin. I started to rub my stomach while gyrating on the passenger seat. He could hardly keep his eyes off of me. I took off my sneakers, slipped out of my pants and shirt exposing my garter belts, silk underwear set, and pulling out a small wipe I had on the side of my underwear. I turned my body to face him, placing one foot behind his seat and the other on his crotch. "Warden, have you been a bad boy?"

Part 26

Part 26

He walks over and locks his office door. I didn't look in his direction, I was ashamed of myself. I didn't hear him, couldn't hear his walk, but I could feel that he was still in the room. Then I felt his hands on my shoulders, which gave me some relief. He whispered in my ear that he loves me but this better be the last time that I kill anyone. He said if anyone dies and he feels that it was by my hands he would sacrifice his love for me and recommend that I go to a maximum prison with no contact with another person for the duration of my sentence. I nodded that I understood, I went to stand up but he held me down. He told me to stay seated because I had work to get done, and as of right now he's Warden until my work has been completed.

Warden gave me a pen and paper and explained that I needed to be quiet because he has to go on a conference call about the murder I committed. He told me my job was to take the minutes, then type them up afterwards. I nodded that I understood, I thought if I spoke I'd cry. Once the conference call started, I found out they really didn't care too much for those four Officers because this isn't the first time they attacked an inmate. They said since there were only three left to terminate their employment because they all got what they deserved, including Officer Andrews. They asked the Warden if he knew who killed him and without looking at me or hesitation he said no, and there were no suspects. At the end of the conference call they told him to keep us on semi lock down for a month just to save face.

The conference call and me typing up the minutes took a total of an hour, we spent 20 minutes saying nothing to one another, and 10 minutes actually talking about the purple elephant in the room. We had three and a half hours left, I wonder what he has in plan for us, if anything at all. The Warden loosens his tie and gestured for me to come to him. He grabs my hands, turned his chair to face me, and smiled. I straddle him and the unthinkable happened, we talked. We talked for two hours, during this time we laughed and shared almost everything, but I didn't share the fact I killed Officer Andrews. He did make me promise that I wouldn't hurt another person, as long as my life didn't depend on it. I agreed. Fifteen minutes before it was time, I revealed my love for him. I told him that I don't just love him but I was in love with him. My heart is his and once the restriction is lifted that I have something special, just for him.

Part 27

Part 27

Two weeks has passed without me seeing Eric and it feels like my World is caving in around me. I have another two weeks before the lock down is lifted and there's some things I needed to get before I see him again. My only problem is, the things that I need I can't get while I'm in here, but I know who can, Jolie. I know she's going to ask me why I need these things, so I may have to take one for the team if I can't come up with a good reason that she'll believe. I confronted Jolie in the common area and asked to speak to her privately. We stood under the stairs, I handed her a list, and of course she asked why I needed these items. I simply told her that I want to feel like I'm with someone when I'm in my room pleasing myself. She smiled, said that she could help me with that if I wanted, and no woman as gorgeous as me should have to do that alone. I thanked her for her kind gesture but explain that I've been celibate for ten years now because I love to please myself, plus no one knows how to do it like me. She shrugged and told me it would cost me a carton of Newports. In told her she'll get them when I get everything on the list, she gave me a time frame of a week.

The items I requested finally came and I handed Jolie her carton of smokes. She went her way and I went in my room to try everything on. Out of no where there was a knock at the door, I told them I was getting dressed. I put my clothes on over my outfit and tucked the other items in my underwear and bra. I yelled out for whoever it was to come in. A male Officer enters the room telling me I had a court hearing today. Thank God I already showered, because I had no clue that there was a hearing today. I got on my knees so he can put on the shackles and he told me that wasn't necessary. Standing to my feet I followed his instructions to the dock where we get picked up for court. Crazy thing is, they didn't search me, I'm not complaining because with everything I have on me that's at least a year in the hole. When we get out to the dock there wasn't a van, there was a all white Mercedes sitting where the bus should be. The Officer walked me to the car, opened the door,  and told me to get in. Once in the car I got to see the face of the person that's taking me to court, in style.

Part 25

Part 25

I thought I was in the clear and didn't have to worry about seeing Eric, but at 7am one of the female Officers came knocking and told me that I still had some work to do in the office, but today would be my last day until the lock down restriction is lifted. She gave me time to shower before guiding up to Eric's office. I didn't think he would be there because he normally don't get into the office until around 10am, but at his desk he sat. Hands folded, nothing on, no coffee, he just sat. He looked tired and stressed out, and I know it was all because of me. I didn't think I had more than feelings for him, but when I saw him looking the way he did my heart broke. Eric told the Officer to come back in five hours and that he'll be fine by himself. The Officer never questioned him so I assume this has happened once or twice before. He told me to close the door and have a seat, pointing at the seat he wanted me to sit in. My heart was racing in fear that he would tell me that what we had was over. I know it only happened once but the connection has been going on for months. I sat and said nothing, it was complete silence for about 20 minutes. He didn't even look at me, his eyes stayed focused on his hands. Right before he started talking, tears started flow from my eyes. I really screwed up, he knew what I did to get here but he loved me anyway. Then I do it again. If I could kick my own ass I would. He told me to stop the innocent look, because it doesn't fit me. He told me that he knows it was me and battled with himself all night on what he should do with the information he knew to be true. He once again expressed his love for me and stated that he did promise me he that he would never hurt me. Eric got up from his desk, at this point I lost it. I was crying like a newborn baby, not because I wanted him to not turn me in, I didn't care about that, but because I didn't want to lose him.

Part 24

Part 24

The Officer that escorted me to my cell told me that one of the other Officers was hurt, but still alive and wanted to know if I knew anything about it. Knowing he was lying about the still alive part, I told him that I didn't but I hope they recover soon. Went into my cell and wash up in the sink, since private showers aren't permitted in any prison. I laid on my bed thinking of what to do next and how to get back at the other three Officers, then my door swings open and there stood Eric. Without a smile, I looked at him and he sure as hell didn't have a smile on his face. He walked in and someone closed the door behind him. "Please tell me you had nothing to do with the murder of Officer Andrews." What was I suppose to say, I didn't want to lie to him, but this is a sticky situation that I'm in the middle of. He tells me not to answer because he already knows the truth. He knows that four Officers attacked Mother and it seems like revenge to him. He's getting the other three Officers switched to third shift for their safety and mine, and I best not interfere with what he's trying to do. Eric stated that he'll handle them based on the investigation that has already started and that I should've come to him before doing anything. By the looks of his face he wasn't only confused, but pissed off in what he thought I may have done. I sat there and said nothing while he stood starring at me in disgust and disappointment. He turns his back but before he opens the door he said he would see me in the morning because it's obvious we need to talk. Now I have two things to worry about, he knows I did it but can't prove it. Then the troubles of trying to get back at those Officers which will be harder than I anticipated.

An hour after Eric left we got the word that we're on lockdown until further notice. It's not a complete lockdown, they're going to allow us in the common area which is like a really large living room that's almost empty. I won't be able to see Eric but maybe it's for the best. I don't want to lie to him but I know he's going to ask me again.

Part 23

Part 23 Explicit please beware

The thought of him inside me made me tingle. I dropped my pants and underwear but told him how I wanted him. Eric sat on the closed toilet seat and I positioned myself to sit on top of him. It's been awhile, so I needed to make sure I had full control. First, the tip and that seemed to have stretched me a tad but pleasure is pain right? Scooting down a little further, him filling me up to the max I totally lost control. He pulled me to him whispering that he would never hurt me so I let down my guard and allowed him to take control. The stride this man has is amazingly pleasurable. As he strokes me  we both started to pant as if we were running a 20 mile marathon. I pulled away from him because I wanted to see the art we were making and from where I sat, Picasso has nothing on us. His dark, thick, long manhood has me feeling like I'm losing my mind. Sweat pouring down the both of us, he takes off my shirt and bra sucking gently on my nipples while he strokes me into heaven. Climaxing at the same time was gratifying to say the least but neither of us was done because there's more in the both of us that we wanted to explore. Eric stands up while holding me closely, still filling my soul with the pleasures of his body. He strokes me long and rough, just the way I like it. Both in a daze a knock brings us out of our own World but he doesn't answer. Then another knock followed by a raspy voice "Warden"! Before he answers he climaxes again, whispering in my ear that he has more for me. We both rush to get dressed, I take the hood off the back of the toilet, and broke the chain to the lever to make it look as if we were working on something. Eric opened the door while my hands were submerged in the water. The Officer looks in right when I made mention that I found the problem. Eric turned, looked at me, and asked if I could fix it. I told him is going to be maybe another five minutes. Eric told the Officer that we needed another five minutes and not to tell anyone he doesn't know how to fix a toilet. The Officers chuckled and said his secret was safe with him and that he'll be waiting outside of his office until I'm done. Eric closed the door and rushed over to me gave me a kiss and told me that he'll see me as soon as he finds out what's going on.

Part 22

Part 22 - Explicit please beware

Not knowing what to say or how to respond to that. He stood against the wall waiting on some kind of reply while I was drying off and getting dressed. I told him that I needed to go, he stood in front of the door looking like a lost puppy. I wrapped my arms around him, whispered in his ear that I have strong feelings for him as well. I won't tell you that I love you unless I really mean it and told him not to say it unless he really means it. He said he does, that he's never felt this connected with one person before. He said he knows that I'm the one and only one for him. Removing my face from his neck, I began to kiss him, forgetting about the alarm. I figured if all else fails he'll tell the Officers he needed me to stay. I took off his tie, unbuttoned his shirt, and started kissing down the front of him. Pulling his up just the front portion of hid under shirt from his pants rubbing his hips and waist line. He grabs me and pulls me back up towards his face, grabbing his arms and forcing them to the door holding them tightly in place, I told him not to move unless I say so. Releasing his arms, I fully untucked his under shirt, unfastened his buckle to his belt and slacks. Squatting, I take his zipper in my mouth and unzipped him. His pants hit is ankles, the bulge from his boxer briefs not only put a smile on my face but frightened me. Ok, image this. The size of a person's shoe, is the size of their forearm. Eric was semi erect and still was huge, I say about nine, maybe ten inches long and the girth had to be about one and a half to two inches is diameter. He's a big boy! Running my hands up and down his thighs, my mouth on him and the only thing keeping him from being in my mouth is his briefs. I felt his manhood jolt and I knew I had him right where I wanted him. I dug in his boxers to fish out the gift I was waiting to see. When I pulled it out, I let it hang, stood up to get a good picture of what I was dealing with and my measurements is off by an inch or two in length, so it's an inch or two longer than expected. I looked him as he stood there with his palms on the bathroom door as I demanded but he had this sexy smirk on his face. He told me he would rather me bend over and that oral pleasure is only for him to do to me while we're here.

Part 21

Please understand, Eric has a full face of well groomed facial hair. So the thought of him giving me oral pleasure excites me more, knowing he'll be smelling like my feminine juices until he gets home to condition his beard and mustache. He spreads me apart with his tongue, placing his lips between mine. The dance and rhythm of his mouth makes my body jerk. Circling his tongue around the inner parts of me, nibbling oh so lightly, then placing his tongue inside. As much as I wanted to hold on to that moment, the feeling was overwhelming. I kept as quite as I could all the while my body took on a personality of its own. Hoping he would stop because I was bond to scream, but he didn't let up. Instead, he wrapped his muscular arms around my hips preventing me from running. I caressed his head with one hand and with the other forcing his head to go deeper. He licked, then sucked ever so gently making the experience one to remember. When I climaxed I was at my highest point starting to become light headed, looking down at him as he looks up at me with those piercing light brown eyes. As I let out a scream the alarmed went off, I guess they found Andrews. The alarm didn't stop Eric, he kept at it even though I was fighting to get away because I needed to get back to my cell. I guess he's enjoying himself and who am I to take away something so good.

The alarm must've been going off for an additional ten minutes before Eric raised his head to meet me face to face. Kissing me with his wet lips and facial hair, he then tell me that he loves. My heart sunk........

Part 20

After my handy work, I ate breakfast with the other women I've come in contact with during the planning of the breakout. We talked for a little but there's this one female, Josie, that is comical. Everything that comes out of her mouth is a joke about something or someone. She's a manly type, you know, the ones that likes other females. I noticed her flirting with me in between her little jokes but of course I paid her no mind and just greeted the gestures with a smile. You never know when a pawn is needed, so I'll keep her close. By the time we finished the alarm still hasn't gone off, so I assume they haven't noticed Andrews missing yet. Headed up to the office to get Eric's coffee and paper ready for when he arrives. When I walked in, there was a card with my name on the front of an envelope set against two dozen of beautiful white roses. I opened the card and read it with a smile. He's too sweet, a very caring gentleman, which is hard to find these days especially in prison. At the bottom of the card he noted that he enjoys the time we spend together, I  brightens his day when he sees me,  and that he will one day figure out how to take me out of here so we can have an undisturbed night, just he and I. I would love to know how he would do that, but he is the Warden so anything is possible. Right when I put the card back into the envelope I felt his presence. I turned around and there he was standing in the doorway smiling at me. I greeted him as Warden, he closed the door and rushed over to me picking me up off my feet kissing me passionately. Carried me to his private bathroom, he tells me that he wants to give me something that should hold me over until he figures out how he can get me out of there for a night. I nodded with a side smile, he pulls down my tan pants and underwear, taking them off and throwing them to the floor. Lift me up to sit on the sink, loosening his tie, and he shoves his face between my legs.........

Night guys 😂

Part 18

Eric has given me peace for mind and filled my heart with so much joy. He stood from his desk, turned on his CD player, and put in Jill Scott to set the mood. Reached out his hand with his palm up, requesting mine. Lifting me to my feet he pulls me close to him. He held me tight as we slow danced to the beat of the music and the joy within us. Then the alarm was set off. Whenever the alarm sounds all inmates that's not caught up in madness have to retrieve to their cells. He promised me that we will reconvene where we ended at a later date and time.

Once at my cell is noticed Mother hasn't  gotten back yet and heard rumors on the block that she tried to escape from the prison. They're stating that she tried to scale the gates with the attempt to flee. Not only was this not in our plans but the old bat tried this during the day, which is a no-no because it's a guarantee you'll be caught. I'm not sure what she was thinking but I know two things, she screwed up a perfectly great day with Eric and I, and put us all in jeopardy of being caught in our attempt to escape this hell hole. I took everything that I had to dig and cut my way out and placed in with Mother's things. If she got caught she may as well get caught with everything, no need in both of us going down because she's stupid. The guards came by to do a count, 15 minutes after Eric came to have a talk to everyone on the block individually. When he reached my cell it took everything within me not to smile, so I made it my point not to make eye contact and just gave a yes Sir, no Sir reply. We're now on lock down for 72 hours. It'll be 72 hours before I get to see and talk to him.

Part 19

It seems like everything's out of whack and I'm in a dazed state of mind. It's been all but six hours and all I've been doing smiling, unable to get the feel of his touch out of my mind. My soul is overflowing with excitement but I know the possibilities of us making this more than sex isn't likely, not with the time I have to serve. Sure, we can have a in prison relationship but that's not fair to him and I don't plan on staying. I closed my eyes so I can see his face clearer and as soon as his face greeted me, there was a letter slid under my door. Wishing I was elsewhere, I knew that whatever this letter contains must be important, since passing notes is considered an infraction. Still holding a smile on my face I begun reading. That smile and joy left me as fast as it came. It seems that Mother wasn't trying to escape, she had an altercation with one of the male guards in the yard and things got out of hand. They're saying after the argument she went to stand at the gate to look out into the distance as she normally does whenever something stresses her. The guard came up from behind, put her in a headlock tackling her to the ground, while screaming "we have a runner". Three other guards that aren't fond of Mother came to assist their fellow worker. They beat her to the point that the other inmates couldn't recognize who it was when they carried her out on a gurney. She was so badly beaten that she couldn't hold her bladder and is currently in the infirmary. Whoever wrote this provided me with four names; Foster, Diaz, Scott, and Andrews.

As much as I want to think of Eric I had bigger fish to fry. I need to do something about these guards, I refuse to let this slide. I cleaned off the small flathead screwdriver so my finger prints won't on it and wrapped the bottom piece with ripped pieces of Mother's sheet. I know that our laundry will head out today, so the guards will never know where the sheet came from. Since we're off of lock down, I'll head down to the kitchen with everyone else instead of eating what I have in my cell, then head up see Eric, and get some filing done.

Heading down to breakfast I see CO Andrews standing near the double steel doors that lead into the kitchen, about 10 feet from a utility closet. I stood across from him asking him how his day was, he asked why the interest. I did what I knew would get him into the utility closet, I flirted and flirted hard. I all but took my clothes off for this man but he took the bait. He told me to promise not to tell, because he could get in really deep trouble. I pulled him close to me, allowing him to kiss my neck. With one arm wrapped around his waist, I started to kiss him in the mouth, to muffle his scream when I jammed the screwdriver in the base of his neck. With no signs of blood on me,  I grabbed the front of his uniform to lay him down. He was still alive but not for long,  unable to talk or move. Kneeling down beside him, I told him with a smile,  "You're going to die in here by yourself; shhhh, don't tell anyone because I could be in really deep trouble.

Part 17

Gently in his ear I confessed my need and desire for him, all of him. His lips on my neck, putting me in a place where never been. At the age of 27, I've never felt anything like this. The very few men I was with weren't men at all, compared. He takes off my shirt, started nibbling on my nipples, but hasn't  fully unclothed me. The intensity is uncanny, I was ready to give all of me to him, my desire has grown to astronomical levels, and my juices are flowing freely like a stream during the fall months. Removing my bra with his teeth while his hands are finding other places to play. I couldn't control my breathing, I couldn't even control my body spasms at times. He glides is tongue down crease of my stomach and in between every muscle. Out of no where Eric jumped up saying how wrong and sorry he is for treating me like an object instead of a woman. Leaving me unfulfilled he walks out the door abruptly. Sitting on the floor half naked, my feelings were fully exposed, and highly confused. I gathered my feelings, washed up in Eric's private bathroom, and started back to my daily duties. After a few hours of me trying to figure out what happened, Eric comes back into the office dressed as he would on a normal work day, went into his office, and closed the door without saying a word. I wasn't sure if I should be mad at him for leaving with no real explanation or if I should be grateful that he doesn't see me like an object or an inmate. He calls me into his office, when I walked in desk was empty of everything work related but set up like a dinner table with an all white table cloth, candles, and food. He told me that I was worth more than sex for him, he wanted to treat me as he would have had he met me before my incident. My heart stopped and dropped to the pit of my stomach. We sat ate, laughed, and shared childhood stories as if we weren't in a prison. Nothing around us mattered, it was just us.

Part 16

A few weeks into this new prison job and I've learn so much between stocks, sports, and dear God that Warden. One morning he came into his office wearing a light grey Adidas sweat suit and it just so happens that no other immate or officer was in the office or on this floor today, mainly because of court hearings. If you want me to guess, he already knew and made it his mission to have clothing easy to remove, I could be wrong but I won't know if I don't try. We finished our morning routine but instead of him getting up from his desk, he rubbed his big strong hands together, licking his lips, all the while making me his main and only focus. Without hesitation or thought, I walked around his desk, matching eye contact and deep breaths. Me being who I am and who I've always been I asked for permission to touch him. "Warden, may I give you a shoulder massage. A man that works as hard as you deserves to be pampered." It felt like I was standing there for hours waiting on his response. He reaches over, gently grabs my hand, and guided me to him. He stood to his feet towering over me, firmly placed his lips on my forehead, then whispered to call him Eric when we're alone. I put one hand on his neck and the other caressed the back of his head as our kissing started to grow more intense. Our bodies tightly intertwined against one another making us one. I can feel that he's excited, as his hands massages my back pressing my body against his.....

Part 15

Part 15

....make sure all files on the immate working staff was updated and organized. As long as I can get out of the hole, I can still go through with my plan. So, I'm willing to do WHATEVER he asks of me. I figure, I'll be free but on the run within a few months because currently, all eyes are on me; no pun intended. At this point it's a waiting game, I have to gain the trust of the guards or start to eliminate those that don't give a second chance. If I have to kill them all one at a time just to get an entire new staff, then so be it.

It didn't take long for me to get transfered back to my room and get started on my new job. What do you do when you want a man's attention, but can't get sexy at all so he'll notice you out of the hundreds of women he sees daily, all dressed in tan. Every morning I tell him how great he looks, I make sure his coffee, and newspaper is sitting on his desk. Since I want him to notice me I had to do more than what the basic woman does, I study the stocks every morning and make sure I discuss with him which ones he'll make a decent profit. Why, you may ask. If you want a man, a nice body and pretty face will only get you so far; but cater to his intellect, the things that make him happy, and most of all, allow him to be himself. My main focus is the court this man into wanting me the way I want him.

Part 14

I opened the package that the head cook gave me, inside was a small flathead screwdriver, and a handheld Leatherman utility tool kit. Both of these will allow me to chip away at these old cinder blocks and cut the fence that separates me from the freedom. I made sure I stashed my tools so they can't be found and I can take them with me, when or if I get moved back to my room. After sitting by myself for three weeks the Warden decided to come pay me a visit. Girl girl girl, let me tell yall what this man looks like. Beautiful, clear, chocolate skin, full thick lips, and depending on how the light hits his eyes, they're a breathtaking brown. He has big, strong, well manicured hands, and did I tell yall about those lips, oh honey! Warden wears different colors and styles when it comes to his suits. Designer, three piece suits that are fitted to the point that his imprint has all the women on my cell block talking about him and his, well, let's just say his friend. He's about six foot three, maybe six four. Muscular build like a all-star football player, all muscle from what I see. The Warden's voice will make any woman drop her panties and I think that's the reason for the calmness within the prison. Well, besides my last episode. Warden enters the room, the impression in his pants seems to be more evident today than ever. Trying to keep focus I look into his eyes and hear nothing for the first five minutes of our conversation. All I know, is it kept saying yes. When I finally came too he was standing so close to me I could feel his breath on my lips. Basically, I have no clue what he had to say. I was ready to pounce on the poor man, it's been awhile if yall know what I mean. Anyway, I pulled myself together and apologized for my behavior. He accepted my apology and started to explain what he was saying the first time. He told me I wouldn't get any time put onto my sentence for that kitchen debacle, only if I were willing to....

Part 13

Three minutes into our chow time and I have a little more than half of the inmates with me, but it's not enough. I need at least 90% on board in order for this to work. I get in line for my food and was given a small package from the head cook that I slipped into my underwear. Giving the girl a head nod of acceptance make sure I didn't do anything that would cause the attention of the guards to be focused on me. I get to my table and see that Mother was handed a package as well but stuffed it under her underarm. We sat and ate in silence; when I looked up there was a woman walking behind Mother, I got her attention to make sure she was aware that there may be action. Before she could respond to me, the female swings and connects with the side of her face knocking her unconscious. I grabbed my spork, lunged over the table at the beast of a woman. She landed on her back, I climbed up her,  digging my knees into her armpits so she couldn't pull me off or hit me. I didn't want to kill her but I wanted her and everyone else to know that we're not to be messed with. By the time the guards pulled me off of her I was covered in blood. Carried to the hole and thrown in like a child's winter coat. I was holding onto something, looked down and I had her eye; stem and all. (To be continued....)

Part 12

My mother told me her reason for requesting me as a bunk mate. It had absolutely nothing to do with her wanting to see or spend time with me. Instead, it was all about an escape plan she had been working on for some time now, but she couldn't find the right person to execute it until she found out I was here. With everything behind us and all forgiven I just wanted out. She can go her way, I can go mine; although she's my birth mother, I've learned to trust no one. Mother tells me that first thing on the list, is to get items from the kitchen. These items will help us make this escape darn near fool proof. We're in line to head to the chow hall, my goal is to start a riot. If we can control the kitchen we can get out of here tonight instead of trying to dig a tunnel under the prison with a spork. I'm not trying to spend another day in this place if I don't have too. I figure, it'll take me ten minutes to get everyone on board. I mean, who doesn't want to be free? I already have 20 women wanting to escape, what they don't know is they're my decoy. Each of them are heading west of the prison, I'm heading northeast away from them and the lake that will greet them after they jump off of the cliff, which is almost 100 feet.

Part 11

My roommate is my mother, my birth mother that also got a life sentence because of my father. So, here’s the breakdown. My father was a pimp and human trafficker, my mother was his top worker, the woman that raised me and my brother was my mother’s sister, and my father’s wife. Are you guys with me so far? Okay, my aunt was my father's wife and she sold my mom into the lifestyle of prostitution when she was 16. My mother's first child was a boy, named Shaquan. She had to give him up for adoption because it was my father's son, and my aunt at the time didn't approve of the sexual relationship between the two. Brenda, Brenda was my sister and cousin, she's my aunt's daughter. My aunt, didn’t want to raise Brenda because of how close in time my brother and her were born, about three months apart. Too far apart to be considered twins but close enough to raise a red flag. Shaquan being my father's son (petty) wanted to get him back for being a dead beat dad and didn't tell him that Brenda was his daughter, since she was raised by a completely family since birth. My father didn't go to the hospital the day she was delivered, typical. Brenda’s daughter is my sister, niece, and great cousin. Yall still with me? After my youngest brother was born my mother wanted out, but the only way she could get out of the game is to trade a child's life for her's and she could walk away. She told me she couldn't do it, so she tried to kill my father instead. He was well-connected man, she was sentenced to 15 years for attempted murder but when she got to prison her years kept racking up, she currently have to serve another 47 years. She said it seemed like everyone wanted a piece of her. At first she would fight them but noticed that they kept coming back, so now she fights to the death; guards included.

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Part 10

Part 10

I thought I was going out like a boss, but in this County they use rubber bullets. Four counts of first degree murder and the judge gave me 115 years with no chance of parole. Do you hear me, 115 years and two of the murders I didn't commit. Due to the little girl's testimony, they spared my life by not giving me the chair but, because of my intentions when I went to my father's house they felt I should get the max. Anyway, this is what I was trying to avoid. See, because of my crime, the State of Pennsylvania won't allow me to have a bunk mate. Meaning, I would be spending 115 years in solitary confinement. At first they had me in a cell by myself, then the Warden came down a few months after I got here to explain to me about a special request program that this institution enforced years ago. He explained how he ran the prison but believed in giving lead way to inmates that were considered the role model type. So to make a long story short (not like I don't have the time), I now have a roommate because of the Warden, and you won't believe who she is.......

Part 9

Before I had a chance to find out how she could give me information about childhood memories, she pulled my father’s shotgun from the side of the sofa, pointed it at him and pulled the trigger. No hesitation, his head was blown clear off. I wasn’t about to cry over him, he lied to me my entire life. She just so happened to kill him before I did. I turned back to face her and she has the shotgun barrel in her mouth. I walked to the kitchen, got the little girl, and headed out the front door. I knew once I saw her with the barrel of the shotgun in her mouth none of my questions was going to be answered so there was no point in staying around. By the time we pulled out the driveway I heard one last blast and a window break. I asked the little girl where she wanted to go, she was just so laid back and said, back to her grandparents’ home. I’m not a heartless woman so I asked the little girl how she was feeling about what took place today. She didn’t even turn her head to look in my direction and said the World is better without them. When we pulled up to where she was staying I told her to keep this between us, she looked back at me after she closed the door and said thank you for protecting me but when I said the World would be a better place without them; I meant you too. Before I had a chance to drive off, I saw red and blue lights coming from every direction. There was even a spotlight on my car from the helicopter above. She set me up. I took out my gun, opened the car door, and stepped out with my gun pointed in the direction of the Officers. I did the crime, but I would rather die than to live in a prison full of women for the rest of my life. I heard one of the Officers yell gun, then the bullets started to fly…… (To be continued....)

Part 8

So, my mother’s all naive not knowing about anything going on around her and she had a nerve to say; what gift did your father give me. My father was pleading for me not to say anything but I just killed two people honoring his name, just to find out he’s a whole child molester, then he has the guts to have unprotected sex with my mom. The nerve of this guy! I started to explain to my mom what happened and out of nowhere my dad blurts out that she’s not going to believe me because she’s not my mom anyway. I'm looking at him, looking at her, and I may have repeated that for a few minutes without saying a word. She just sat there on the edge of the sofa rocking back and forth, shaking her head. I never seen my mom like this, well, this person I thought was my mom. I decided to play my father’s game with him and told this estranged woman that my father has HIV. The rocking stopped almost immediately, crazy has left the building yall. She stood up, told me that she was my mother because she raised me but if I wanted to know the feelings of the person that gave birth to me then I’m looking for answers she don’t have. She said she can share a lot of childhood memories about my birth mother……