Yet Undecided: Chapter 1

 

“What the hell!  How did you find…” 
The woman took the opportunity to force herself into the tiny apartment, as her ex sputtered, too angry and surprised to finish his sentences.

"Get out!” Ajay finally found the words that had clogged in his throat, as soon as he’d seen her.  What did he have to do to get rid of her?  He had moved three times since he’d broken up with her, and she always managed to find him. 

“I will wring your neck if you don’t get out of here.  I swear to God, if you don’t, you’ll regret it!”  He said through gritted teeth, feeling his muscles tense with the desire to strike her. “You won’t let me explain.  You keep thinking I’m this horrible person, when I had no choice!”  Heather felt a jolt of fear at the threat.  However, she refused to give up on him – on them.  She had begged and cajoled his mother to give her his address, when he had moved again.  If she let this chance go, she wasn’t sure she’d be able to talk to him again.

"I had no intention of keeping it from you, but you…”
"But I just had the luck of hearing it from a total stranger!  Yeah, that was real great.”  Ajay sighed, weary of the same argument.

"Ok, I got it.  You’re great - whatever.  Just leave.” Heather felt defeated.  He was so stubborn!  But regardless of what he thought she had done, he had a responsibility that he was neglecting.
"He didn’t do anything wrong.  So try to visit, you can at least do that much.”  Heather was left talking to an empty apartment, as he left, leaving the door ajar. Well, that was a bust.  Heather said to herself trying to hold back tears.  She couldn’t say if the pain came from the cold and hostile attitude Ajay showed her, or from the four hours of sitting in the bus.  She kneaded the back of her neck, trying to get to the tense muscle.  When that failed, she gave up, gathered her things, and got ready to leave.  Heather looked around the empty apartment, before closing the door.   If Ajay would listen to her, they could start over again.  It would not be the same, but, they could move on. Don pulled Kaylynn closer.  He hadn’t seen her for almost a whole month, since she quit working as a maid.  He had been in a horrible mood, since Cassandra called their relationship quits, so he was planning on working off some of the stress with Kaylynn.

"Mm…we can’t.”  Kaylynn found the strength to pull away, although she wished it was unnecessary.
"My roommate will be back in a few, so next time?”  She kissed  Don again, assuring him, that she wasn’t turning him down.
"Not cool, don’t call me if you don’t have time.”  Don saw the hurt look on her face, but could care less.  Shit, now he had to go help himself.  “I’ma call you later.  Wait for it.”  Kaylynn stood dumbfounded watching his back.  Wait for it? What a conceited bastard!  Did he think she spent her time, just waiting for him to call her?  If that wasn’t true, she would have smacked him.  God, I’m pathetic.

"Was that Don, leaving just now?”  Kaylynn turned as Heather closed the door behind her.
"Yeah…don’t worry, he didn’t stay long."  She said hastily, knowing what was coming next, and Heather didn’t disappoint her. “You’re starting with him again?  He’s never gonna be serious about you, so just let him go.  Either way, I don’t like him, so don’t bring him here.”  Heather moved around, tidying up the place.  When Kaylynn had asked to move in with her, one reason she had agreed was because she had thought the place would always be kept clean – being a maid after all.  But obviously, Kaylynn reserved that only for her former employers. “Wow, can you be less of a bitch?  I got it, this’ your place, but I pay rent too.  I didn’t ask Don to stay because I know how you feel about him, so relax.  And just because you got tossed on your ass, does not mean, you can take it out on me.  I know he’s not serious – he’s made that abundantly clear, so stop throwing it in my face!”  Heather stared at Kaylynn in shock.  Kaylynn never talked back to her, what was she, nuts?

Kaylynn clamped her mouth shut.  She was going to get it now.  What she said was true, but after Heather came back from visiting her ex, she had been pure spiteful.  Heather never held back her words, and that had always intimidated her.  Kaylynn always felt skinned raw, when Heather and she fought.  Today, however, Kaylynn refused to back down.

Heather scowled, preparing to lay into Kaylynn, but the pain in the neck stopped her.
"Trust me, this’ not me being a bitch.  I know guys like him, and you know that dirt bag pretty well too.  I’m trying to help you so you don’t have to run out of here, scared that some woman is gonna cut you.  You do remember, what happened when you fooled around with that married man?  You wanna repeat that?    Fine do it; but this time, when the next woman comes looking for you, you can bet, I’ll tell them where to find you!”

"Great, thanks for ruining my day…”  With that, Heather stormed out of the apartment, not knowing where she was going.  Kaylynn picked up her bag, and slowly made her way to work.  She had stepped on a mine field, now she had to think of a way to get out of it.  Crap, me and my big mouth. All day at work, Kaylynn thought of a way to make up to Heather.  She wasn’t being weak, just safe.  She trusted Heather to look after her, even if for Heather, that meant, calling up someone to beat the life out of her.  Her boss, Mr. Ramirez, had only hired her, because Heather had recommended her.  It wasn’t the best job, but it kept her out of the radar of Daniel Pleasant’s women.Ajay stopped to stare at the right window, on the first floor of the building.  He had not planned on coming to the old place, he used to live with Heather.  He debated whether to go up or not – he still had the keys.  On second thought, he decided it wouldn’t be worth the trouble, and headed off to meet the girls. Finally free from work, Kaylynn called Jason to make sure he’d be at the club.  She needed someone to calm Heather down, before she went home, or it would be a very uncomfortable night.  She hated it when Heather lashed out at her, but even more so, when she gave her the silent treatment.  And it just has to rain. “Hey, is the boss in?”  Heather ignored Kaylynn, and focused on finding Jason.  It had been a while, and she needed someone sane to hang with. “What’s up, miss me?”  Jason watched as a huge smile spread across Heather’s face.  He really loved the smile on this girl; it was always so carefree, but right then, she looked a bit down, and he could only guess that it had something to do with Ajay.

"It didn’t go well with Ajay, right?  I’ve told you countless of times, you need to give him some space to sort everything out…don’t push him.  It’ll take time.”  He patted her shoulder, uncomfortable with the expression on her face.  Jason prayed she wouldn’t cry, but lucky for him, she got a hold of herself.

"Yeah, I got it this time.  It’s really tiring, running around after him.  I’ve thrown down my pride chasing him, trying to explain, but he refuses to listen each time.  When I saw him a few weeks ago, he left while I was in the middle of explaining things to him.”  She blinked back tears that threatened to spill out.  Talking about Ajay was making her feel lousy and dirty, all over again."He completely blew me off.  So yeah, I’ll stop calling him, and I’ll stop begging him.”  Jason forced himself from kissing her.  How could such a depressing expression, make him want to jump her.  He really needed to get his head examined.  “It’s been what, almost a year, since you two broke up?  Just find a new guy a move on.  That’d be the best thing for you, so why don’t you?”  He tried redirecting her thoughts, but all he received was a small grimace.

“It’s not that I don’t want to move on, but it’s hard, when I feel as desirable as scum.  Besides, I’m not ready – I still care about him.”  Heather really was planning on giving Ajay the space he needed.  But she was afraid, that while he was getting the space he needed, he might turn to some other woman."Scum…that’s going overboard."  Jason laughed at that idea. There was no man, who would turn down Heather, besides Ajay, that is.
"Look, you’re far from that, ok?”.  He pulled her close, and pressed a kiss to her forehead.
"You’re very desirable - just lacking some confidence now, but you’ll get that back.”  He pulled her away to give her the most assuring smile he could, before dragging her after Kaylynn.Kaylynn let the music take her, finally feeling the pressure of the day lift off her.  She didn’t know what Jason was saying to Heather, but it seemed to be working.  Now, she just had to wait for Jason to get her tired, and they could go home.  She danced around, forgetting about hateful Don, and hateful Daniel, and all the crappy men she had the misfortune of dating. “Why am I doing this?”  Heather asked Jason as she was forced to dance with him.
"You can dance with me, and burn off some of your frustration, like Kaylynn is doing…but hopefully not as scary.”  He smiled when Heather chuckled when she watched Kaylynn dancing.  That was a start.
"Sitting around thinking about depressing matters’ only going to make you feel worse.  I’m always here, so use me when you can, alright?”

"Yeah, I guess.  Hmm, that big head has something good in it after all.”  Jason smiled, turning her around, she was turning back to her normal self.  Now if he could only reassure his own babe that. 

That night, Nina finally realized what she had gotten herself into, as she heard the argument going on downstairs.She sat down gingerly on the bed,  trying to count the reasons she had agreed to having a baby.  Feeling a rush on anxiety, she clutched her stomach, and prayed for the pain to disappear. 

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Requiem For The Roses: A Day (pt. 2)

 

There was something that, rain or shine, Florence did without fail; and that was to open her shop.  So, Florence mustered up a smile, and went around the shop to help her customers.  The migraine she had been suffering for the past few months, threatened to drive her away from the glare of the sun, shining through the door and windows, and the low music started an unpleasant buzzing sound in her head.  All in all, Florence was having a terrible morning, which promised to turn into a terrible day. The usually sweet smell of the flowers permeating in the shop, today was so intense, that Florence had to work hard to hold back her nausea.  The doctor had informed her it was stress, and to try to combat the stress, she had hired another person to help her run her shop.  However, her migraine had yet to abate.     “I’m sorry, but no, I don’t offer delivery services.”  Florence turned down the opportunity the man was making to bring in more profit.  She would have loved nothing more, than to bring her beautiful flowers to more homes.  However, she believed  that anything special, and that was to be done right, had to be intimate, and that meant making time to do it yourself.  Florence had lost some opportunities because of this business practice, but she believed it was what made her shop special, and brought her, her regular customers. The day done, Florence closed the shop.  All she wanted to do, was get something to drink, turn off the lights, and go to bed.  Her hand lingered on the closed sign a while, before heading to the house.  However, a quiet night was dashed away, when the ring of the doorbell interrupted her. “I missed you, can you try picking the phone every once in a while?”  Jodie said as she gave her friend a very long needed hug.  She pulled away to look closely at Florence, and didn’t like what she saw.   She had known something was wrong when Florence didn’t pick up her calls.  She seemed to have lost weight, which would have been good news, but for Florence, it meant, something was bothering her, and she was probably depressed.

“Sorry, I just haven’t felt much like talking”  Florence answered her, cursing her luck.  She appreciated the company, but not tonight.  Giving up with a sigh, she sat down, pressing down on her temples with her thumbs.  She might as well give up on getting any sleep tonight, and made a mental note to give Brandi a call.

”Even if you don’t feel like talking, you should still pick up the phone, so I can know you’re fine.  I’ve been thinking some crazy thoughts about what could possibly be wrong!  So what’s the matter?  It can’t be the shop, because, you would have contacted me about it.”  Jodie was worried about her, but she was also in a rush to get to the club.   Jason was good at making sure that everything ran smoothly, but she preferred to supervise the whole thing.  So she wanted to get to the problem worrying Florence, quickly, so she could go on her way.

“I’m fine…”
”Don’t give me any crap about being fine.  You’re never fine, and I doubt, there’ll be a time you’ll feel “fine”.  You worry about the little and idiotic things, which most people would ignore, so you’re not fine!  You lost weight, so something’s really bothering you.  Just say it so I can get to the club, before Jason screw up with one of the patrons.” “Honestly, I’m fine.  I was feeling down for a few weeks, but, I’m over it.”  Florence said softly.  However, Jodie could hear and see the pain in her eyes, as she said that. 

“You’re over it?  Then it’ll be easy to tell me, so go ahead, I’m listening.”  Florence felt a sliver of anxiety shoot through her at the thought of recalling events, she had worked on for weeks to forget.

"I’d rather not…”
"But you will tell me eventually, or somehow, I’ll find out, so just get it over with.  It’ll also get me off your back, or do you want to talk to my brother?”  This threat always worked to make Florence spill all her thoughts, but it failed to work as quickly as it usually did.

"Is it really that bad?”  Jodie asked, watching Florence slowly stir the drink in front of her.
"Yes…no, not really.  I just feel disappointed in myself.  That’s what makes it feel so horrible.”
"What happened?”
"I told you before about the musicians who sometimes stop by the shop, right?  Well, I went to the lounge they play.  It was a horrible idea, and I shouldn’t have gone.” I got there early, so there weren’t a lot of people there yet.  The ambience was incredible.  I hate going to those type of places, but it was so relaxing, that I didn’t feel an ounce of discomfort. One of the guys I told you about was performing, and he was amazing!  I was transfixed, I couldn’t take my eyes of of him.  He was really good.  All the people there were awestruck as well.  His music made you think of possibilities, and regrets – it was so nostalgic. I wasn’t the only one moved, you can tell by the applause they received.  I really enjoyed myself.  I went there initially to get out of the house, and have fun.  And I did – it was a lot of fun, but it didn’t end there. This black guy sitting near me, started talking to me.  You should have seen him, he had a huge red afro!  But it suited him, and he was cute.  He knew the band, and he said he played with them sometimes, but he wasn’t playing that night.  It was easy talking to him, and before I knew it, the band had finished, and it was almost 3 in the morning.  So I got up to leave…and he got up with me. He was very direct.  He said his name was Jay, and he liked my looks, and had enjoyed talking to me – and I fell for it.  It would have been hard not to.  He was funny, and a very smooth talker, and believing nothing was going to come of it, I decided to go along with it. We talked and flirted some more.  Can you believe I did that?  But it was so easy with him, and there was this intense attractions – at least for me.  After a few minutes, it started getting intense.  He put his arms around me, and his cologne, which I had barely noticed before, wafted to my nose.  He smelled so good, and then he kissed me.  I couldn’t resist.  It had been so long since I was kissed, that I felt drugged.  So when he asked to take me home, I agreed.

We came here, and things progressed as you can guess. I – I slept with him; a complete stranger.

"Let me guess, he was gone when you woke up.”  Jodie finally interjected.  She was starting to see where this was going – a one night stand. 

“Actually, he was still here, and stayed to take a shower and have some hot chocolate.  But in the light of the day, he changed.  Where the night before, he had been charming and debonair, in the morning, he was taciturn, and seemed to regret what had happen.  And I thought it was the woman who was supposed to feel like that.  I’m not stupid, I knew what the night before was, but still, when he stayed, and took his time before leaving – I don’t know, I guess I got my hopes up.”  Florence paused, thinking of how he’d looked, when came downstairs, wearing only briefs.  She had turned hot with embarrassment, and desire, and it had felt good having a guy in the house.

"Then he left?”  Jodie didn’t understand where the depression came from.

   “He didn’t  call you, afterwards?”

“Call me?  God, I didn’t even see him leave, let alone, exchange contact information with him.  I left to get something from the shop, and when I returned, he was gone.  He didn’t even leave a note.”  Florence felt her anger rise again. 

“What was his problem?  It’s not like I asked him for something!  He could have said goodbye, and if he hadn’t been planning to, why didn’t he leave in the middle of the night?”  Florence felt angrier than hurt.  She felt toyed with, and did not like the feeling one bit.

"So you’re alright.”  Jodie confirmed, relieved to see her friend wasn’t dwelling on a guy she barely knew. “I’m fine, I really am, I just can’t forget it as easily as I thought I would.  It doesn’t help that I keep seeing him in bed with me every time I get into bed.  I can barely sleep because of it.   So I’m tired all of the time, and I can barely eat, or concentrate on anything.”  Florence heaved a great sigh, and returned to rubbing her temples, her drink forgotten.

"I’m on the pill, and I’ve had a check up, so get that out of your mind.”  Florence said quickly, when Jodie looked askance at her stomach.  “Ok, I believe you – for now.  There’s still something you’re withholding, but ill leave it for now.  But do me a favor?   Answer the phone when I call.”  Jodie gave her friend a hug before, leaving, but she was still certain, there was more to Florence story, than she let on.  She pushed it to the back of her mind, and made a note to have Jason give Florence a call.

Florence watched her friend get in the car and leave, and thought back to the last kiss she’d shared with Jay.  She didn’t know a lot about men, but there was no way that was a kiss a man gave a woman he had no intentions of seeing again. She didn’t believe what she had felt was one-sided.  Something must have happened, and she hoped the private investigator would give her some good news very soon.

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Lothario’s Penance 4: Passing Desires

 

 

 

 

 

 

“Just beautiful…”  He took a long breath of the ocean air, and let it brush over him.  It had been too expensive to get an apartment right on the beach, but he was happy where he was.  Don looked about the street from his terrace, trying to catch a glimpse of some women, but he was out of luck on that day.He dusted some dust off his hands, and gave his neighborhood another glance.  The new place was smaller than his condo, but the view and the short distance to the beach made up for its size and price. A house in the distance caught his eye.  He wasn’t sure if it was the one he’d passed by when he was looking for a new place, but he was going to have to take the time to check it out.  Don could still remember their faces.  He’d never thought he would be attracted to women with chubby faces, but those women, had stopped him in his tracks.

 

Don took another glance at the house, and carefully, removed the engagement ring. 
“How many guys go around with an engagement ring?”  He hissed through his teeth, before pocketing the ring, then just as quickly put it back on. “How’s my baby girl?”  Don picked his little girl up for a tight hug.  He felt a sense of relief as she returned the hug, and hung onto him.  He loved his daughter very much, but every time she hung onto him, it made him realize what a cad he was – that  he wasn’t doing all he should be for she and his other two children.

"Stop calling me baby, I’m a big girl”  Hana gave him a peck on the cheek, while glaring at him. 
“Yes you are, but you’re still my baby…”  Don smiled, but quickly dropped it when she continued to glare at him.  “Ok, Ok…I’ll stop, so where’s your mom and sister?” He knelt down to look at him, hoping to get a smile from her.

"Are you still with that lady?  Did she give you that?”  Hana pulled her father’s finger to look at the ring.  She didn’t understand why her dad chose to be with a woman, other than her mom, when they loved each other.  Her mom wasn’t bothered by it, but she and her brother hated it.  Goose wasn’t even speaking to their dad.

"Lady?…ah, yeah…”  Don hesitated to say anything else.  He couldn’t believe Joey, she knew he didn’t like it when she talked about him, especially, when the kids were around.  He really wished she’d stop, it wasn’t helping his relationship with their kids.

"Go up, your brother’s already there”  He waited after the door closed behind her, before running to check the playground. Don gave his other daughter a quick hug, before dragging her mother to the side.  Mary watched the interaction between her parents before deciding it wasn’t interesting.  They were either going to fight or be musshy, and she didn’t want to see it.

"Do me a favor…”  Joey kissed Don with all the passion she’d been saving for him for the past month.  Don had been busy with work, and moving, so she and the kids hadn’t seen him for that long.  However, the two of them never let something like a little distance keep them from loving each other. “Miss me?”  Don pressed his lips lightly to hers before pulling away.
"Yeah…stop it”  Joey ran her fingers over his chest, and ignored his words.  She knew what Don referred to, but she wasn’t going to promise something she had no intention of following through.
"How’s Cassandra…”  She trailed off, walking towards the building, not waiting for an answer.

Don sighed, and followed after her.  She always asked questions, yet turned mad, when she was answered.  Goose stayed quiet, and pretended not to notice his father watching him.  He was still mad at him for bailing out on their camping trip.  Goose had been so excited, that he’d starting wearing his camping gear, the week before they were to go.  He’d waited, and waited, but Don hadn’t come.  He’d heard his mom shouting on the phone, so he knew he had been with some girl. 

What was so exciting about a girl?  His dad could have come and spent time with his sisters and mom, if that was what he wanted, but he had probably forgotten the whole trip.  Goose really hated his dad for that, and wasn’t going to talk to him; next time, he’d just ask his grandpa to take him.

Hana looked between her brother and father, and left to look for her mom – the guys were being weird again.  Don took the vacated seat, and pulled his son close to him, but shook off Don’s arm and angrily stormed out. 

“…so much for spending time together..” “Where’s dad?” Mary asked just as her sister got on the elevator.

“With Goose or mom…get out..”  Hana couldn’t understand why her sister tried so hard with their mom and dad.  Mary had even talked to one of their mother’s friends about getting their parents together, but Hana knew that wasn’t going to happen.  Their dad was just too weird, and he liked too many girls, and their mom hated him for that. “Mom and dad are doing that disgusting thing again, let’s just go…”  Goose hurried into the elevator just before it closed.  Mary ran inside the apartment, she had forgotten to ask her dad something, but her mother was coming out, and rushed her out the building before she could say anything.

"You can call him later…we’re late for mommy’s appointment”  Joey tried to pacify her daughter as they left Don’s street.

“Mmm…I’m glad I came”  Don searched her face, wondering why she’d stopped by, since Meiway was very far from her face.
"What was the wait for? I got to check out the beach, but still…?”  He smiled and pulled her closer, very happy to have someone to spend the night with.  “I had some guest over.” “Guest I couldn’t meet?  Like Cassandra?”  Nina finally let go him, amused by how nervous Don always became at the mention of his fiancé's name.

"No, but close, so why the visit?”

“Just wanted to check the new place…and you.  I missed you.”  Nina wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him close.  Don didn’t mind – he actually loved it when she did  things like this.  However, he always had the fear that her boyfriend was watching them.

"Where’s Jarvis?” Nina couldn’t repress a sigh of annoyance.
"You do realize that I came here to see you?  Besides, he and I have an understanding, so chill, ok?”
Don couldn’t ignore his unease, but Nina liked to get her way, and he wasn’t one to refuse a woman’s charm. Nina had loved Don from the moment the two met – they clicked just right.  However neither of them wanted anything permanent, and so, they had drew a line at just being friends, and it has worked, and was working very well.  Nevertheless, Don had been hesitating too much as of late, so as she wrapped herself around him, she made sure to make him feel why they were so good together.  “It’ll be real bad, if someone walked up on us…”  Don slowly disentangled himself from her, breathing heavily.  Don pulled on his clothes, to be stopped halfway, as an arm snaked down his belly.  He sucked his breath, and calmly removed her arm, and forcefully dressed her, before she tempted him again.

Nina was disappointed, but allowed him to go, and tidied herself up.  He was simply shameless.  How many women did he know, who would rip off their clothes in the middle of the park to have sex with him?  Then again knowing Don, it was probably quiet a few. “Hi…”  Shit, what bad timing.  Don turned away from Nina, feeling annoyed to be interrupted.  Nina gave Don some space, feeling sorry for him, and yet glad to see him in such a tight spot.  It served him right to go after a woman just for her money.  She was no saint, but she wasn’t a gold digger, and that was something Nina felt very proud about. “No, I’m not busy.  I’m at home why?”  The line went dead, leaving a bewildered Don.  What did she want?  He rubbed he mouth roughly to rid it of the gloss from Nina.  Why did that woman have to use so much makeup? “What’s up?”  Nina felt bored waiting for Don, who was just staring at his phone, and wanted to leave.  It had been a while since she slept over with Don, and never in his new place, so tonight was a great day as any.
"Don’t know, but I gotta go…later..”  She was left speechless for a few seconds, as he turned and walked away.

"Wait, Don!….hey! Don!..”  Don hurried back to his apartment, with Nina’s yells ringing in his ear.  He ignored it, and made a silent promise to himself to make it up to her, but at the moment, he was feeling a sort of foreboding, and he knew he had to get home.

He closed the door, and tidied up the mess left by his kids, before the smell Nina perfume lingering on his skin caught his attention.  Don took a shower, wondering about the tone in Cassandra’s voice on the phone.  He got dressed and stepped down, thinking about joining some friends for a game of pool.

The door to the elevator opened and standing in front  was Cassandra.  Don’s heart skipped a moment at the sight of her.  She looked anything but friendly, and he waited for her tirade to start, but there was nothing.
“Cassandra?  Cassandra!”  Don followed her, as she quickly left the building, but she got into her car and sped off, without a word.  Shit, how long had she been waiting here?  Don stared after the fading lights of her car, questioning whether to follow her or not.

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Pleasant Days: Play Date (pt.2)

She stared after him until he faded from from her view.  This wasn’t right, things were all out of place.  However, she acknowledged her weakness.  Regardless of all he’d done to her, to them, she would forgive him, if he gave her the tiniest hint that he still loves her – cared about her.  If she had that tiniest bit of hope to hold onto, she could forgive him for everything, even the things he was going to do to her in the future.

That was, if he cared to have her forgiveness. “Hello?”  Mary-Sue pulled her thoughts from her husband to try and make out what Bella was saying on the line.  After a minute on the phone just listening, she hanged up and walked up to the church. 

Maybe it was a good thing she wasn’t working anymore, because Bella took up every other minute she had.  Bella had done a lot for her, and she was grateful, but lately, she felt like she was her errand girl.  Mary-Sue didn’t mind helping her, but she had other, more pressing things to deal with in her life, and she hated putting those off, to help someone else accomplish theirs. “She’s not coming, right?”  Michael guessed when he saw the expression on Mary-Sue’s face.  He had thought his sister would pull something like this when she learned he would be at the church.  Bella had been refusing to participate in anything that had to do with him, when she learned he was going to give his marriage another shot.  God, but the woman was stubborn!

"You know her, she said something about a performance at Devi’s and Noel’s school, so we’re on our own.”  She gave him a light kiss on the cheek, and looked around the church.  Bella was a bit exclusive, so she doubted she would want to hold the renewal in this church.  Worse yet, this was the church, she and Daniel had been married.  So many memories, and promises, had been made inside this church, and all had been broken.  She walked down the steps, and wondered if Daniel remembered where they were.

"Don’t you feel ashamed standing here, as dirty as you are?”  Mary-Sue whispered, not wanting her voice to carry.  However, she couldn’t force down the bitterness, she felt, nor the anger.  Daniel was certainly dirty for everything he had done, but she wondered about herself.  Was anger, jealousy, bitterness, and hatred any better?  Whatever hers was, it was to be expected, and why shouldn’t she feel all those?  Screw scantity, her life was a mess, whatever she felt, at least, she prided herself, on being honest to and with herself. “If I believed in this bullshit, I guess I would”  Daniel turned to her with an icy glare.
"And maybe if you got rid of that fake twisted face you always wear, maybe, you wouldn’t be..”  With that Daniel forgot all about the annoying bobby black headed thing called a wife.  Damn, she really knew how to ruin his mood. “We’re in the presence of the Lord, so please leave all your troubles at the door, so we don’t hear them”  Sharon Wirth didn’t want to waste time on these fools.  She would never understand, why Bella kept dealing with those two.  However, if they gave her trouble, they knew from previous experience what she’d do to them.  She didn’t like to suffer fools, and God help her, she had enough troubles her own to deal with, so why must she hear theirs? “So there’s actually a person you listen to?”  Mary-Sue snapped at her husband as they lit the candles.  Daniel chose not to respond, when he knew Mrs. Wirth was right behind them.  Whatever the reason, as long as he could remember, that woman would make him feel like a ten year old boy, without saying anything.  To him, she would always be “Mrs. Wirth”, and like a child who feared the headmaster, he knew he had to behave in her presence.

So Daniel allowed all his wife’s furious comments to slide, knowing he would pay her back when they got home.Darleen strummed the base, her mind far away from the couple shooting menacing glimpse at each other.  The glittering of the light caught on her wedding band, brought to her attention, how heavy the ring felt on that finger. 

She took a glimpse at Cassandra playing the guitar, with seemingly, not a care in the world, not knowing the havoc she was playing on her husband’s heart – on her marriage.  She wondered which was worse, to have her husband physically cheat on her as Daniel did to Mary-Sue, or to have a husband who was emotionally cheating on her?  Cassandra chuckled lightly to herself, as she watched Daniel and Mary-Sue arguing.  She had grown up with this scene, so she always found it funny, but she did feel sorry for Mary-Sue.  Why did she stay in a marriage, that was failing?  She knew Don flirted with other women, but if he ever cheated on her, there was no way she would stay with him.  She loved him, but no man was worth, losing your dignity over…

Cassandra stopped playing when she found herself quoting her mother.  She wished Bella had called her so she didn’t have to come here, the mood was just awful!

Daniel took up the guitar when Cassandra put it down, and started playing.  The only hobby he had besides sports was playing the guitar, so he was pretty good, and he wasn’t just tooting his own horn.  It helped that women fawned over him, when they heard him play.
Mary-Sue turned away from her conversation with Michael, when she heard the first notes.  She was pleasantly surprised, she would have never thought he still remembered their song.  The song that had been playing on their first date, their first dance.  She wondered if he remembered or just playing?

She started getting entranced while watching him.  His long slender fingers.  The large, yet warm hands holding the instrument delicately.  The same warm hands that used to caress her cheeks, the slender fingers that used to trail down her naked body. Those sexy lips that used to whisper hotly in her ear, and those broad chest glistening with sweat as he…

Mary-Sue drifted into her own world as better, and happier times filled her mind, and body.  The good times, when they didn’t have anything to argue about.  When they were younger, and didn’t have to worry about money, or image.  When she had been young, and believed everything he said,  and let passion cloud her thinking. 

A flickering of light over her eyelids, forced Mary-Sue eyes open, and the sight of the wedding band on her husband’s finger quickly snapped her to reality.  She smiled sadly to herself , and wish she knew what was putting such a warm smile on Daniel’s face.  Was he remembering as well?

Daniel hummed to the tune strumming from the guitar, thinking about what he had been doing before coming to the church.  That woman had been something!  He had thought he couldn’t meet a woman who was as insatiable as Kaylynn, but she had gladly proven him wrong. Athena?  Adele?  Whatever her name was he would have to give her a call, and the next time, they could take their time.  A smile spread over his face as he thought of Kaylynn, maybe he should give both of them a call.  He chuckled as he imagined his wife’s face the next time he caught him in bed with another woman. Daniel continued to play as he thought of his wife.  He thought of their first time together, and he thought of their last time together.  He then thought of the first time he had made her angry, and the anger she felt towards him now.  Daniel thought of all the things he could do to make her lose her mind, and there in the church, something that hadn’t happened in a long time occurred.

Mary-Sue always prayed, and wished, for her husband to think of her – to want her.  However, had she known her prayers had been answered she would have run away screaming.

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