Chapter 1 Sonny
“Oh, baby
that’s my spot”, cooed Delilia, as she jumped up and down my dick like it was a
pony.
“Will you,
shut your loud ass up, before you wake up Christopher?”
I was livid
that she was making so much noise. What
a difference five years make. Five years ago, when we first started this
affair, Delilah was helping me during my mid-life crisis about turning 40 the
next year, stuck in a 15 year marriage with a woman, who I had married too
young, and a job as police detective that I have been in too long. She was a
nice distraction from the daily talks with my wife about mortgages, my teenage
daughter, and the once a month sex
rations that my wife put me on.
But six
months into our relationship, and after a night of drinking and allowing my
little head to think for my big one, Delilah was pregnant with my child. I
asked her to get an abortion. She outright refused. Something about being 32,
and this being her only opportunity to be a mother. I wouldn’t have put it past
her to plan this shit, but either way, I now had my mistress pregnant.
I suspect
that Maureen, my wife of 15 years, already knew about the affair, but an
illegitimate child would only confirm her suspicions. With Delilah refusing to
have an abortion, and figuring that Maureen would take the news better coming
from me, I decided that I was going to tell her right away.
So I planned
a nice evening at Ruth Christ Steakhouse, and ordered a nice bottle of wine. I
figured that maybe if I got her liquored up, the news of my betrayal would go a
lot better. Little did I know that Maureen had a surprise of her own for me. I
thought it very weird that Maureen didn’t want any wine that night, because my
wife could guzzle some wine, as she considered it the official drink of a
“lady”.
As I was
sitting there try to come up with ways to break the news to my wife, she
dropped a bombshell of her own. My wife announced that she was six weeks
pregnant. Even showed me the first sonogram of our soon to be son or daughter,
which was now the size of a peanut.
I broke out
in a moist sweat, and I wanted to upchuck the entire meal that we had just
consumed, and I am not a puker, especially with all of the foul shit that I
have seen in my life of work.
So let’s
just say that I never got to tell Maureen about Delilia’s pregnancy that night,
and seven and a half months later, both my wife and my mistress had little
boys, sixteen days apart. Maureen and I named our son Carl Anthony Smith Jr,
which is my birth name, but people have called my Sonny since a little boy.
Delilia gave our son the name of Christopher Rodriguez. Christopher after her
late brother, Chris, who was one of my closest friends before he was killed
during the first Gulf War, and Rodriguez was her last name. I definitely did
not protest him having her last name, given that I was married, and I did not
want Maureen ever to find out about this. I did sign the birth certificate
though, and these weekly “lovemaking” sessions, were my insurance that Delilia never
took me to court for child support or told my wife this unfortunate news.
I love all
three of my children equally, my nineteen year old daughter, Kristen, and my
two four year old sons, Carl Jr, and Christopher, but it hell trying to
maintain two families and keep everyone happy on a police detective’s salary.
I just wish
that I could turn back the hands of time. Make better, smarter choices, and
realize the “gold” that I had in my wife at home. I tell any man out there, if
you feel your ass going through a mid-life crisis, buy your ass a sports car
like normal people, because this drama that I created for myself is for the
birds.
My cell
rings on the nightstand, and I look at the caller id, and it is my lifelong
best friend, Jesse, who is calling to “pretend” that there is an important case
that requires my attention, although this time, there is no pretending
involved.
Chapter 2 Maureen
Sonny must
think that I am really stupid. It is now 11:30, and he is not at home yet. Work
is always his excuse, but after 22 years as a cop/detective, that excuse is
tired and played out. He lies like he breathes, and I wish that I had the
strength to leave his lying, cheating ass.
Where would
I go though? Yes, I am degreed. I have a master’s in public administration, and
I am a hospital administrator, so I am definitely not staying for the money, as
I have more money than he does. Am I staying for the kids? Well, our oldest
daughter Kristen is a sophomore at N.C. A&T State University, and I
honestly believe our four year old son, Carl Jr, would be okay, as he hardly
sees his dad now as it is between his crazy work schedule and his whoring.
I guess my
greatest fear is like any other woman my age. At forty-four, there aren’t any
men beating down your door to marry you. The ones your age, are either so set
in their ways, or so fucked up by their last hundred relationships, you would
rather not be bothered. The younger ones are too lazy to work in a pie factory,
cum in about five minutes, and are looking for some older, desperate woman to
be their “sugar mamas”, and I am not going to be either.
I have loved
this man for over 35 years. We met when we were nine, when my family and I
moved to Greensboro, from Chicago, for my dad to become chief of police.
Sonny’s dad, like him, was a police detective. So although my dad was the boss,
he and Sonny’s dad became quick friends, not to mention we lived two houses
down from each other.
At first, we
just played together, as I was a huge tomboy, and I thought that he and his two
best friends, Jesse Peterson and Chris Rodriguez were just three little punks.
I could outrace all three of them, and beat them at most sports.
When we
became teenagers, Jesse had a huge crush, but I wasn’t interested. I had a huge
crush on Chris, but he wasn’t interested, so Sonny and I actually started
dating when were sixteen. We dated for about two years, and he decided he was
going to the military. We broke up,
because I told him that I was not about to be a military wife, traveling all
over the country, in cramped housing, not knowing whether or not I was going to
be a widow from one day to the next.
Sonny was
sent to Iraq during the first Gulf War in 1990, and call it pity or patriotism,
I decided to be his girlfriend again, so he would know that someone was waiting
for him here at home. Actually, all three of the guys went over there, but only
two returned, Sonny and Jesse. Chris stepped on a land mine, and suffered a
horrific death.
I have never
seen Sonny so distraught. Chris and Jesse were like his brothers, since he is
an only child. I guess that must have really stirred something in Sonny,
because upon his return, he left the Army, and asked me to marry him all in the
same week.
I accepted,
and we were married in 1992, two years later, Kristen was born. It was such a
horrific birth, I vowed never again to allow myself to go through that
experience again. Don’t get me wrong, I love my children, but both deliveries
almost ended my life.
In 2008,
after almost 16 years of marriage, I felt that Sonny and I were experiencing a
“rut”, so I decided that a baby might
help things. So I stopped taking my quarterly Depo shots, and intentionally got
pregnant. Not to mention, he was fucking Delilah, and I was not about to lose
my husband to another woman. Yeah, I know all about their affair. Sonny just
doesn’t know that I know. I suspect he is the father of her little boy, but I
can’t prove it.
I am looking
at the clock again. 12:30….Sonny really better not try my patience with trying
to stay out all night. I have taken a lot of shit from him over the years, but I
am not to be messed with!
I pick up my
cell from the coffee table. He had better have a damn good excuse!
Chapter 3 Jesse
I hate being Sonny’s flunky. He’s got
the fine wife, the hot mistress, and I get stuck with being his alibi, and his
go to guy. I spend so much time creating stories and explaining away situations
to both his women, I can barely get pussy on my own.
But that is what best friends do
right? It is part of the official “bro code.” I guess part of me feels that I
owe Sonny. I was naturally skinny growing up, so I was the target for all of
the neighborhood and school bullies. Sonny and Chris really had my back. Not
only did they befriend me, but they stood up to anyone who would dare try to use
me as their punching bag. I was asthmatic as a kid, and had thick glasses, so
there were plenty of opportunities for Sonny and Chris to bail me out of sticky
situations.
I even joined the Army for the two
of them. I was always a bookworm in school, so I had planned to attend college,
but Sonny and Chris, ever the athletes and barely passing students, decided
that they wanted to see the world and bang as many women as possible, so joining
the Army would allow them to do both.
I was scared shitless. What if we
went to war? What if we ended up getting killed or becoming POW’s in some
foreign country? Sonny and Chris told me that neither scenario was going to
happen, and after I aced the ASVAB, I figured I would find some job working in
an office or with computers and would never see the front line. Besides, we
hadn’t had a war since Vietnam.
Just one week after graduating from
high school in 1987, the three of us signed our commitment papers and off to
basic training and AIT we went. We were stationed at Ft. Campbell, Kentucky in
the middle of July . Waking up at 4AM
for PT was not so bad, but doing the drills in that 90 degree plus heat was
exhausting. I fainted and was treated for heat exhaustion twice in the first
week.
Sonny and Chris really gave me the
motivation to keep going. Their friendship and constant ribbing were the
incentives I needed to keep pushing myself, partly because I never wanted to
fail at anything, and also because the three of us were in constant competition
with each other. The ironic thing is that they could never compete with me
academically, but athletically I could never compete with them.
For the first three years, it was
smooth sailing. We all got stationed in Germany. I learned and became quite
fluent in German, got to sleep with my share of German women, and secured a gig
programming computers for the Army.
But then in the late summer/early
fall of 1990, all hell broke loose. Bush Sr. decided he wanted to go after
Sadaam Hussein, and we were headed to the Persian Gulf. Fuck! This is not what
I signed up for, and I only had one more year of my four year contract left.
The first four months that we were
over there, was just sitting and waiting. Each day, we didn’t know if that was
going to be the day that we went to war. Finally, in January of 1991, we got
the official word, and we went to battle.
For the first two weeks, it seemed
that we were “winning”, or least keeping our heads above water, and then that
dreadful day happened. The day that Chris stepped on a live mine shaft, and got
blown to bits. In just a few short seconds, my friend of over 20 plus years was
no more, and Sonny and I were left to deal with mourning a guy who was like a
brother to us. I didn’t actually see the blast, but I still hear it in my
dreams.
Both Sonny and I received 30 day
leaves to come home to attend Chris’ funeral. I will never forget how
distraught his mother Ms. Rodriguez was, and his little sister, Delilah. Sonny
and I could not help them much as we were distraught also, and knowing that we
were returning to the same war zone that had claimed our best friend/brother’s
life in 30 days did not help matters.
Physically, we survived and came out
on the other side. Mentally, well, the jury is still out. My PTSD started with
just headaches, bad dreams, but over the past several months, my symptoms are
worse, and this new symptom is out of control. I haven’t told anybody about it,
for fear they will commit me, or worse.
I am a cop, so I have to be on top
of my game at all times. No time for weak men’s ailments. And this new case is
going to be a doozy. The third prostitute was murdered tonight, and like her
two predecessors, she was stabbed multiple times, with the final devastating
blow involving her mouth. The sick son of a bitch actually removed her lips.
What kind of sick son of a bitch were we dealing with? I can’t handle stuff
like this, and Sonny is my partner, hence the call. I really need my
brother/partner right now.
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