13

Monday, July 8
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Trisha Cowan woke up alone. She listened, but didn’t hear the shower running or anything cooking in the kitchen. Damn that John McNally! He couldn’t leave Yolanda alone, could he?!

She got up, hoping the children were still asleep. She crept towards the living room where she heard the squeaking of the hide-a-bed and soft moans of pleasure. She looked around the corner and saw them at it. He had Yolanda’s leg over him and was thrusting into her eagerly. He was in the final stretch, she recognized, slamming against Yolanda’s dark body, nearing his conclusion. She cried out with pleasure again and again. At last, John’s final groan signaled his climax and he pushed once more and stopped. His hand covered Yolanda’s naked breast with his hand, pale by comparison.

“Damn ya, John McNally!” Trisha cried as she went into the room. “It’s bad enough dat ya screw anyteen wid a vagina when yer away from me, but my guest?! And jis’ in da livin’ room where da kids – yer kids, John – could come in at any time?!”

“I...” John began.

“Shut up, John! I’m not done! Yolanda, I warned ya! I told ya he’d take ya if ya weren’t careful. Ya assured me dat ya could handle him. What if yer preggo? He won’t use a condom wid anyone – takes pride in makin’ babies! I’m da only one who’s given him more dan one – dat’s my only claim ta McNally fame!”

“I’ve never made a black baby before,” John said. “An’ do ya really plan on sheltering our kids dat much, Trish? Dey have ta know da facts of life!”

“Da twins are four, John! Dey aren’t old enough ta know dose facts of life! Yolanda?!”

“He woke me up… He made me feel so good that I couldn’t stop him.”

“And if yer preggo?”

“Can I stay here?”

Trisha blew her pent-up steam and left the room. Maybe one day John McNally would finally grow up and realize that he couldn’t just put babies in everyone without there being repercussions! She should kick him out and never accept him into her apartment again so that he couldn’t take her to bed again. Except that they were his children. He had a right to see them. But then, he never came to see them, he came to take her to bed again. And she would let him. Damn her, but she would always let him!

He wasn’t a bad man. He’d never hurt her. Even when her brothers had tossed her out of the car in front of the bank that fateful day, John hadn’t hurt her. He’d always been gentle with her. He even paid for her gas and electric and occasional things she wanted. His only fault was his need for sex.

She feared this need would eventually spell his dismissal from the Ash Creek Police Department, but he would have to wake up to that reality on his own.

As for Yolanda… she hadn’t listened and had already learned the hard way. Trisha hoped her friend wouldn’t have to learn about the joys of single motherhood as well, but only time could tell the truth there.

She threw herself back on her bed, the tears streaming from her eyes. She wondered if she would ever know what it was like to be married to a man who wanted every part of her – not just the part that he could take in bed. She loved John McNally, always had! It hadn’t taken that much to get past her defenses, still grieving the loss of her mother, when he took her virginity – just a few drinks stolen from her father.

Her father never visited her in juvie, not even when it was discovered that Trisha was pregnant. He didn’t say anything – no angry words about his only daughter being pregnant at 15, nothing! It was like the loss of his wife had made him forget that he still had a daughter.

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Yolanda lay there, still in John’s embrace, his manhood still inside her, though it seemed to be shrinking at last. He still held her leg over him, as if he wasn’t sure he was done yet.

She bit back a sigh, disappointed in herself. She had known the risks – knew that John wanted to make love to her, knew that it was possible Trish would find them this morning, knew that it was very possible she’d become pregnant because of this wanton behavior on her part.

What was it about John McNally that made women forget everything they’d ever been taught and simply give in? Why had she thrown every caution to the wind during the night and risked everything for a few minutes of pleasure? Other than those few moments of pain as he opened her body, she’d enjoyed every second of their time together!

“How long are ya stayin’ in Ash Creek?” he asked, kissing her ear and neck.

There was the real question! How could she know?! She had planned to return to Detroit, but she loved this area. She could be happy there! But would she just become another one of John McNally’s women? Or could she have a hope of eventually marrying happily? Especially now!

“I could get ya a job at the Police Department,” he suggested. “We need someone ta work reception when Molly is off an’ cover fer her when she’s sick. Or maybe ya could work dispatch?”

“I’ll think about it,” Yolanda promised.

“I’d love ta work on puttin’ a black baby inside ya. Yer delightful!”

“And you’d marry me? Or Trish?”

“I can’t marry Trish. Nor can I have more dan one wife. I have ta take care of Missy, ya see. She doesn’t have anyone. One day, I’ll be rich, an’ I’ll have a place large enough fer all of ya. Missy… Trish… you… maybe oders. Like times long ago!”

“A harem!” Yolanda growled. “I want a husband, not a sultan who visits each of his wives just frequently enough to keep them all pregnant!”

“But it would be a life of luxury fer ya! All ya have ta do is make da babies!”

“Get out of me, John McNally!” she growled. He pulled out hastily. She looked at him, feeling angrier than she’d ever felt before. “You can’t have me again. I’m going home to Detroit!”

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