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passionate kiss. “Why don’t you go pour me a glass of wine and wait for me to finish my shower so I can give you what you need?”
Jana grinned excitedly and scurried away. Marvin stepped into the shower and turned on the water as hard as it would go and soaped himself down. He hoped Nathaniel didn’t have another dude. He did not want to lose him.
Back in the bedroom, Jana had turned out the lights and placed scented candles on both nightstands.
“Here’s your wine, sweetie.”
Marvin took the glass from her and chugged it down, wishing he had asked for something stronger. He sat back against the headboard as Jana did a cat crawl from the foot of the bed and took him into her mouth. Her blow jobs did absolutely nothing for him. He closed his eyes and thought about Nathaniel. That image immediately brought him to life.
“That’s my good boy,” Jana cooed, taking credit she didn’t deserve. She slipped out of her teddy and was about to climb on top of him when he turned away and pulled a condom from the nightstand.
“Sweetie, I already told you, we don’t have to use protection anymore. I’m on the pill and we’ve been together long enough to trust each other.”
That made the third time this month that Jana had protested when Marvin reached for a condom. He’d be able to come faster without it, but he wasn’t about to play Jana’s little game. She was on academic probation for the second time and would almost surely be kicked out of school next semester if she didn’t get it together. Getting pregnant would mean child support payments for the next eighteen years. He wasn’t about to fall for that.
Marvin tore open the condom wrapper with his teeth, slipped it on and gave the girl what she wanted. He never took his eyes off the clock on the nightstand. It took her exactly seventy-eight seconds to come. He didn’t bother to.
The next morning, while he lay in bed, Jana ran out for coffee and croissants. Neither of them had classes on Tuesdays, so Jana had dubbed Tuesday mornings their
cuddle time
. Marvin had gone along without a fuss. They usually spent the morning watching movies recorded on TiVo. It was one of the few times that Marvin actually enjoyed Jana’s company.
Despite his indifference, Marvin knew that he might actually end up marrying the girl. Having a wife who was as trusting as a two year old would make things much simpler. As long as he paid the bills, pampered her with flowers and expensive gifts, and dicked her good a few times a month, she would have no complaints. He could keep Nathaniel on the side and they could all live happily ever after.
Marvin heard the front door open and slam shut. Jana bolted into the bedroom, a stricken look on her face. She was panting like someone in need of a respirator. She had a copy of the
L.A. Times
in hand, but no coffee or croissants.
Marvin sat up. “What’s the matter?”
Jana held up the newspaper and pointed to a large headline across page one. “Somebody shot him.” Her face crumpled into tears.
“Shot who?”
“Your friend. Nathaniel Allen. He’s dead. Somebody shot him last night.”
Marvin tried to stand up, but his equilibrium was way off kilter. The floor actually seemed to be swaying. He grabbed the newspaper from Jana and read the first paragraph, then read it again. When he finished the entire story, he dropped the paper on the bed and brushed past Jana into the bathroom.
Marvin locked the door and turned on the shower to drown out the sound. Then he sobbed.
Chapter 16
E ugene drove his BMW into the underground parking garage at Ramsey & King and turned off the engine. Everything was going well in his world and he refused to believe it was anything but the grace of God.
He’d seen the doctor the day before and his T-cell count was still strong. He’d been taking a combination of several new AIDS drugs which gave him a lot more energy. He’d also given up beef and pork and limited his alcohol intake to red
Jana grinned excitedly and scurried away. Marvin stepped into the shower and turned on the water as hard as it would go and soaped himself down. He hoped Nathaniel didn’t have another dude. He did not want to lose him.
Back in the bedroom, Jana had turned out the lights and placed scented candles on both nightstands.
“Here’s your wine, sweetie.”
Marvin took the glass from her and chugged it down, wishing he had asked for something stronger. He sat back against the headboard as Jana did a cat crawl from the foot of the bed and took him into her mouth. Her blow jobs did absolutely nothing for him. He closed his eyes and thought about Nathaniel. That image immediately brought him to life.
“That’s my good boy,” Jana cooed, taking credit she didn’t deserve. She slipped out of her teddy and was about to climb on top of him when he turned away and pulled a condom from the nightstand.
“Sweetie, I already told you, we don’t have to use protection anymore. I’m on the pill and we’ve been together long enough to trust each other.”
That made the third time this month that Jana had protested when Marvin reached for a condom. He’d be able to come faster without it, but he wasn’t about to play Jana’s little game. She was on academic probation for the second time and would almost surely be kicked out of school next semester if she didn’t get it together. Getting pregnant would mean child support payments for the next eighteen years. He wasn’t about to fall for that.
Marvin tore open the condom wrapper with his teeth, slipped it on and gave the girl what she wanted. He never took his eyes off the clock on the nightstand. It took her exactly seventy-eight seconds to come. He didn’t bother to.
The next morning, while he lay in bed, Jana ran out for coffee and croissants. Neither of them had classes on Tuesdays, so Jana had dubbed Tuesday mornings their
cuddle time
. Marvin had gone along without a fuss. They usually spent the morning watching movies recorded on TiVo. It was one of the few times that Marvin actually enjoyed Jana’s company.
Despite his indifference, Marvin knew that he might actually end up marrying the girl. Having a wife who was as trusting as a two year old would make things much simpler. As long as he paid the bills, pampered her with flowers and expensive gifts, and dicked her good a few times a month, she would have no complaints. He could keep Nathaniel on the side and they could all live happily ever after.
Marvin heard the front door open and slam shut. Jana bolted into the bedroom, a stricken look on her face. She was panting like someone in need of a respirator. She had a copy of the
L.A. Times
in hand, but no coffee or croissants.
Marvin sat up. “What’s the matter?”
Jana held up the newspaper and pointed to a large headline across page one. “Somebody shot him.” Her face crumpled into tears.
“Shot who?”
“Your friend. Nathaniel Allen. He’s dead. Somebody shot him last night.”
Marvin tried to stand up, but his equilibrium was way off kilter. The floor actually seemed to be swaying. He grabbed the newspaper from Jana and read the first paragraph, then read it again. When he finished the entire story, he dropped the paper on the bed and brushed past Jana into the bathroom.
Marvin locked the door and turned on the shower to drown out the sound. Then he sobbed.
Chapter 16
E ugene drove his BMW into the underground parking garage at Ramsey & King and turned off the engine. Everything was going well in his world and he refused to believe it was anything but the grace of God.
He’d seen the doctor the day before and his T-cell count was still strong. He’d been taking a combination of several new AIDS drugs which gave him a lot more energy. He’d also given up beef and pork and limited his alcohol intake to red
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