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A part of her wished he
meant it.   He was that straightforward
kind of man she would have liked to get to know better.   But she had to face the truth.   Even if he did want to see her again, it
would more than likely be more about seeing her body again than seeing her.   And if sex, albeit great sex, was all there was to their relationship,
who needed it?   She could get sex
anywhere.   “What good would come of it?”
she asked him.  
    He
knew it too.   It was a question he
definitely couldn’t answer.  
    “Have
a nice day, Charlie,” she said.
    Charles
actually felt relieved.   She got him off
the hook.   “You too,” he said, and meant
it.   And then he stopped such fanciful
thoughts, and left.
    Jenay
would have liked a kiss goodbye, and to feel his big, warm arms around her
again.   And that magical penis of
his.   She would give a lot to feel that
inside of her again.   But she was glad he
didn’t go there.   They had a night.   A wonderful night.   Nothing more.   Nothing less.   Get over it,
Jenay!  
    And
she did.  
    She
got out of bed, and hopped into the shower.

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

 
 
    CHAPTER SEVEN

 
    Seven Weeks
Later

 
    They
never come alone.   Charles stood at the
window inside his downtown office and watched Joe Mason and his small son get
out of his Mercedes and walk across the sidewalk.   A Mercedes, Charles thought.   He didn’t pay his mortgage, but he paid that
car note.   And that was find by
Charles.   But why did they always run to
him when the mortgage was due?
    His
desk intercom buzzed, as he knew it would, and his secretary announced that Mr.
Mason was there to see him.
    He
told her to send him in, and then he unbuttoned his suit coat, and sat behind
his desk.   Like the coward Charles took
him for, Mason pushed his innocent child out front, as he walked in.
    Once
the two men spoke, Charles motioned for Mason and son to take a seat.  
    “You
remember my boy, don’t you, Big Daddy?”   Mason was smiling when he said that, as if a man like Charles would be
swayed by such buttery.
    “Yes,”
Charles said.
    “Say
hello to Big Daddy, Mikey,” Mason ordered his son.
    “Hey,
Big Daddy,” the boy said in a way that reminded him of his own baby boy.  
    “Still
doing good in school?” Charles asked.
    “Yes,
sir,” the boy replied.
    “Keep
it up,” Charles said.   Then buzzed for his
secretary.   “I want you to go in the
lobby with Miss Mary, while your father and I handle some business.”
    Mason’s
smile left.   He couldn’t take away his
trump card.   “I thought he’d stay, and
sit in on it.”
    Charles’s
voice remained measured and clear.   “He’s
not sitting in,” he said, as his office door opened and Mary Stalworth, his
secretary for over a decade, walked in.
    “Yes,
sir?”
    “Take
this young man in the lobby with you, Mary.   I need to talk with his father.”
    “Yes,
sir.”   Then she smiled.   “Come on, son.   Daddy won’t be long.”
    The
boy looked at his father, but then followed Mary.  
    When
the door was closed, Charles leaned back.   “What can I do for you, Joe?” he asked.
    “You’re
taking my house,” Mason said.
    “You
didn’t pay your mortgage.   For the past
five months.”
    “It’s
been hard finding work.   This economy’s a
mess.   Clinton and his thug
administration has this country going to hell in a hand basket!”
      “But back to your foreclosure,” Charles
said.   “That’s what you need to worry
about.   Not the government.”
    “I
have six children, Big Daddy,” Mason said, remembering his own woes.   “And you know Agnes is not in the best of
health.   They said she could lose a leg
if those clots don’t stop.   And my oldest
girl’s back home.”
    Charles
didn’t respond to that.   What could he
say?   He never said life was easy.   His wasn’t a bed of roses either.   And he didn’t see what any of