Thank God For Plan B, because Plan A didn't Work Vol 1

Chapter TWO

The Encounter…

This type of dancing and comments were normal for Jonathan, so he wasn’t the least bit impressed with her amazement; plus he’d had enough clubbing for the night. As a matter of fact he just wanted to go home and go to bed; so mentally he’d already passed on the thought of getting any ass from this lady. He knew that he had done enough to have her looking for him next time.

So…suddenly without notice, the lights came on and it was time for the club to close, Gabby could not believe that time had run by so swiftly and they had to go. The crowd started moving towards the door and the DJ’s invited everybody back the next day.

Jonathan was soaking wet and he disappeared into crowd. Jonathan was headed for the restroom to wipe his face, and clothing off and decided against it when he saw the condition of the restroom; so he headed on home to get out those clothes.

On the way out Jonathan stopped and gave the head bouncer a pound. The head bouncer stopped him for a second. Hey, man what is your name again, inquired the head bouncer? My name is Jonathan. Right, right I remember…so when you going to come and work with us? I do not make the offer to too many people so what is your answer. I could really use you on the staff; hell, you are in here more than we are. The only problem is that you cannot talk to the ladies while on duty. Off duty, you can do what you want. Think about it John, it was John right?

No man, its Jonathan, and I’ll let you know what…Monday or Tuesday. I could really use you tomorrow. Not good for me, I will let you know Monday for sure either way, later man and thanks for the offer.

[Gabby looked around frantically and could not find Jonathan]Hell, there are so many damned people out here; I can’t believe that they were all jammed in there.

With Gabby being only five foot three inches in height, she wasn’t looking over many heads. So she just headed for the door and figured she would wait for Jonathan outside.

While waiting Gabby thought, "Damn what a piece… Her thoughts were interrupted by someone offering her a ride.

[Sounds of people leaving and laughing, cars leaving and people saying their goodbyes and making offers to see each other again] No, No thank you I have my own ride, No! I don’t want breakfast, thank you anyway, she replied to men passing by. Damn these men are fine, she thought. I would definitely go with you if I hadn’t found this hunk that I am waiting for now, she said flirting back.

She smiled at the would-be subject, twisting and turning like a little school girl happy to be out of the house…Where was I, oh yeah! Where is he?

The club had emptied and still no sign of Jonathan, so she decided to ask one of the bouncers. Um excuse me fine sir, have you seen this big guy that was in there tonight, he was in the club dancing with me tonight and now he’s gone, have you seen him anywhere?

[Bouncer with urban sounding voice]Naw little shawdy,As Gabriella walked away, the bouncer then turned to a fellow bouncer and said, Everybody is looking for somebody at the last minute trying to get that fuck on; shit I should’a said, I’ll be him if you want. She was finer than mouse hair wasn’t she dawg"?

Gabriella thought, Oh damn! Damn! What a piece of ass he would have been; he just ran off like cinderfella or some shit. The fucker must be married! But I know I’ll see him again and I’ll definitely be back to this club.

As she approached her station wagon or Grocery getter as the children call it; she could not believe her eyes as she focused and refocused. Jonathan had just opened the door to get in his car, and heard, Hey! Hey dancing bear wait a minute!

Jonathan took his time and looked up, then said, Hey girl, what’s up? Gabriella looked puzzled and asked, Is this how you end an evening? No good bye? No see you later? Can I call you? What is your name even? Are you Gay or something?

Far from being gay, but are you used to being picked up just for dancing with someone? Or because you received a drink from someone? If that’s the case, I ain’t the one, besides I got to get out of these wet ass clothes. Anyway, don’t you want to get your married ass home to your husband? It’s three o’clock in the damn morning!

With eyebrows pointed downward, head slightly tilted to the left and hands firmly placed on her hips she retorted, You let me determine if and when it’s time to go home or wherever the hell I go; who the fuck do you think you are telling me what I should be doing?

Who do I think that I am? I am…nobody, but if you think that you are going with me you’d better think twice. Because, if I do allow your married ass to go where I go you ain’t leaving until I’m done with you; and that will probably be just in time to hear the preacher give the eulogy over your ass. Then I’ll let YOURASS determine who the hell I am! In the meantime, what can I help you with? As you can see I am dripping all over the damn place and as I indicated before I would like to get out of these clothes.

Gabby just stared at his ass thinking about how she could really use a good fuck tonight and from the looks of his bulge when she made the comment to him earlier in the club, this would be the boat ride to china that she’s been looking so desperately for.

Jonathan shifted impatiently one time to his left, putting all of his weight on his left foot and leaning against the car then said, Well you gonna just stand your married ass there in amazement that I just put an entire paragraph together, or are you gonna find your vehicle and follow me? Now keep in mind if you go with me I ain’t gonna have no bullshit, this is an official Booty call. Ain’t nothing sweet gonna get whispered in your ear, or Let’s be romantic and treat me like I’m somebody" or some dumb shit like that. It’s almost four o’clock in the morning now and the only thing that should be happening right now is either sleep, fucking, or breakfast in that order.

Gabby didn’t say anything, she just turned and went to her car that was a little ahead of his; got in, started it up, and waited for this man to drive by so that she could follow him.

Being a Southern woman she knew when to be quiet, she knew when to let the man lead and she knew not to fuck the opportunity to get the shit fucked out of her, especially when she so badly needed it. So now she’s following him; while driving she has all kind of thoughts in her head.

While waiting she thought, "Here we go again girl, you sure can pick em’ this one’s bossy too! But he’s got a big dick and that’s what I need tonight. I don’t care if he can’t fuck; I’ll do all of the work. This is my twice a month issue of dick. I got dick at home and don’t know why that shit is still there.

I haven’t found a dick that fits though, the last one I had was this Sergeant Major in the Army and his shit was long as hell but it wasn’t hitting the sides, nor scrapping the clit, hell, I had to fake that orgasm to get his ass off me. He was cute and all, but he wasn’t packing no girth and a sister needs some girth, a clapper in the middle of the bell just makes a lot of unnecessary ass noise". I wish I had another girl friend sitting beside me so I can hi-five her on that one.

[She giggled to herself and continued]"While dancing with big boy tonight, I rubbed my ass all over him, I even reached around and squeezed it and I know he felt that shit and damn did it respond. Just think about it… his ass almost got away…but I got him now…where the fuck is he going? Damn, the Radisson? He is gonna pay big time for a room at this time in the morning? Shit! I would’ve fucked him in the back of that Lincoln he’s driving.

Pulling into the hotel parking lot, turning off the car and turning to a jazz station Gabby continued her thoughts… "Oh well, if he feels that he has to pay for this pussy like that, I am going to let him.

Men always trying to impress us with material shit, they ought to ask us first if we want it like that. At 3 o’clock in the morning, you should understand that a bitch will fuck you anywhere, especially if she’s married. That bitch is stepping out on his or her spouse and you want to treat them like Royalty? Stupid fucker!"

Well he’d better be able to back it up, cause’ I’m gonna want him to buy some mo’ shit! If he starts this relationship off spending like that, then so be it; he’s gonna have to keep it up. Like I always say, Don’t start no shit, won’t be no shit!

Gabby watched Jonathan get out of the car and sat patiently…

Jonathan got out of the car and pointed at her to sit tight for a moment, and went in to pay for the room, as he exited the hotel to go to the parking area he thought, I honestly hope this bitch is worth the eighty bucks for that damn room. Jonathan, Jonathan, please don’t do this to you again. Your judgment is usually good to go; however, I don’t think that this bitch has any money in the bank.

They got to the assigned room number three fourteen and as they entered the room, Gabby immediately headed to the bathroom to freshen up without comment about the looks of the room.

She was quite nervous because this was the first time that she was actually getting the man she always lusted for. He could dance, he was smooth, aggressive, and he let her be comfortable so far, but now she hoped that with the tools that he possessed he could last more than fifteen minutes.

Gabriella thought, I’m going to wrap my pussy all over that thick ass thing, but what if he doesn’t like my body. After all, I have had three children and because of those damned C sections I had during child rearing days, now I’m stuck with these fucking stretch marks! Damn, he won’t like me, what’ll I do?

Jonathan lowered the lights, and opened up the curtains in the room to let in the moonlight. Jonathan thought, How unusual; this is the first time that the only room available was room three fourteen which is my birthday!

As Gabby re-entered the room Jonathan noticed that she was wearing some black bikini panties and matching bra; she had an hourglass figure that he could live with. After all, at this time in the morning and for eighty bucks, he would have fucked her mother. Hell, he still didn’t know what her name was. Gabby was pleased and relieved that he had turned down the lights so she relaxed a bit more and though a lot less about her stretch marks.

So now Jonathan was looking at her silhouette. She took her time coming to him as he held out his hands. She still looked good to him, her long hair streaming down her shoulders and as she came closer, he looked her over and noticed that as the moonlight shined on her that she had some of the most beautiful feet. Feet of which he knew would soon be in his mouth satisfying his fetish. His motto was, If the feet were wack, ya gots to toss it back!

Gabby pulled his shirt off, and she gasped suddenly. She’d never imagined that he would be that developed under there. She thought that there would be at least some fat on his stomach. Oh but that chest was nicely developed and she was very pleased; he pulled her to him and put his hands on either sides of her face as he gently guided her to his lips. He kissed her deeply; He sucked her tongue, and then sucked her top lip, now the bottom, then both lips. This made her a quite dizzy but she didn’t want him to know. She tried to hold on, but when he exposed her left breast and tasted that nipple, she no longer cared about resisting; she had an orgasm right then.

He felt her tremble, and shake, and go slightly limp; he kept that in his memory banks for later use. Jonathan then went back to the lips, and while holding her close to his chest, with his left hand Jonathan began to walk his fingers up the spinal cord stimulating her as well. This caused her to feel even more relaxed and literally flopped in his arms like a raggedy doll. Jonathan was a master at the massage game, he could massage the skin off a snake and the snake would be laying there naked and vulnerable as hell, nevertheless, it would crawl away with a smile on its face.

Gabby thought, For a big guy he was smooth and agile.

Gabby tried to think, but every time she got near to gathering her thoughts together, he’d do something else to her and she’d be lost in ecstasy again. This wasn’t setting well with her because she was used to being in charge…sexually. She’d orgasm sixteen times already and he hadn’t even put that thing inside her, he hadn’t even gotten completely undressed yet.

There was a brief moment and Gabby collected her thoughts and focused and thought to herself. Gabby thought, This mufucka is still wearing his pants and shoes for heaven’s sakes!

Gabby came again; Jonathan was nibbling ever so lightly on her neck, she was facing away from him and had to stand on her own, her knees were getting weak at this point and she was about to hit the floor. Suddenly he picked her up in his arms and placed her gently on the bed; she was relieved. He carefully laid her back on the bed then looked her in the eyes and asked I’m hungry lady; can I eat now?"

She was still somewhat dizzy, but felt her head nodding yes, but she was thinking eat what? He replied, Thank you, you won’t regret a thing.

Gabby was trying to recover from all of the orgasms; she was thinking that she’d hit pay dirt. She thought that she used to get fucked well by her husband until now. She’d come to the quick conclusion that her husband couldn’t fuck at all and wasn’t shit in bed or out. In the midst of Jonathan sucking her breast and working his way downward she thought, Here you have a mufucka that she has just met at a damn club and he’s treating my body like some fucking toy or something. He’d twist a nipple and watch me cum, lick on my neck and I’d cum, and aw shit",

She exclaimed, as he headed downtown. She gripped the sides of the bed, and then he fucked up!

[Gabby faintly recalls] He…he… he started breathing on my pussy; naw he did not blow on it…he opened his mouth slightly and just breathed on it! Then he’d swish the clit around in his mouth as if he were swishing mouthwash around his teeth, damn! What a sensation! Who is this mufucka

She felt her legs shaking uncontrollably and Jonathan pulled no punches; he went straight for the clit. He had a technique that was driving Gabby crazy. He’d suck on it; allow his mouth to fill slightly with his slippery saliva. Cupping his mouth, he engulfed the little hooded midget and started this sucking swishing motion while turning the clit and circling it with his tongue.

He’d alternate this with the licking and dipping deep within the pussy, and then repeating the motion all over again, and again, and again. She was in another fucking world![Gabby thought as she passed out]What is he trying to do to me?"

Gabby awakened to him coming out of the shower, the sun’s rays invaded her slumber causing her to awake; interesting enough all that she wondered was, If she’d made him cum or did he even fuck her?, or will she see him again?, or "what the hell actually did happened?

[Jonathan noticed her stirring]Good Morning Sleepy head, you looked beautiful last night…well this morning; and you still are, but I must go He finished dressing then said, Take your time; checkout time is in forty-five minutes.

What? Forty-five minutes! What time is it? Jonathan said nonchalantly, Eleven fifteen. Gabby yelled, Why didn’t you wake me? Jonathan said firmly in a deep voice, "What did I tell you last night, did you think that I was bullshitting? By the time you get home the Pastor will be giving the benediction, or in your case perhaps a eulogy because your husband is going to kill you.

He finished putting on his shoes watching Gabby panic, gather her clothing, and thought to himself, Married motherfucker! That’s what you get! He headed on out the door not even giving an address, phone number, or anything.

Gabby didn’t care about the possibility of her getting into a fight with the husband, what she did care about, was getting the children ready for school. She just knew that she had to get to the house.

Throwing on everything, she headed on out the door and to the elevator. Once inside she thought…THAT BASTARD, I NEVER WANT TO SEE HIS ASS AGAIN! Well, on second thought now let’s not be too hasty; that mufucka is a bad Sonuvabitch! I have never in my life…whew! Oh well, so I guess this ass whipping’ I’m headed to will be worth it; shit I could lose my kids over this shit. As she was riding home she felt something trickling out of her; she looked down and felt around and discovered that it was a little bit of Jonathan. She felt all warm and shit, However, upset and delighted in the fact that… He did fuck me…but damn I missed it! Then she really started feeling that shit coming out of her, it was seriously backing up out of that pussy. [Gabby looking around frantically in the glove compartment, then back to the road, then to the back seat]How could one person cum that much? Where’s that damn tissue? Hell, where’s my purse?

Chapter Three

Lost and turned out…

Gabby and Jonathan didn’t see each other again until about a month later; she walked into the club and to her surprise there he was. The only difference this time was that he stood in the middle of the isle directing traffic like some big ass state trooper at a roadblock; hell he was the roadblock!

As you can imagine, she was quite perturbed at his ass for treating her like a one-night stand. However, this time she wanted him and needed his services; perhaps his protection. See, she’s been to a woman’s shelter with the kids since they were last together. She was found hiding in the bushes, wearing only her gown by a nearby neighbor. It wouldn’t have been so bad except that she wasn’t wearing any underwear under the flimsy gown, nor did she have on a coat; and it was quite chilly when the neighbor found her outside.

She was trembling to death, and crying like a child. The neighbor couldn’t tell how long she was out there; he was just taking out the trash around eleven pm when he heard some noise on his way back in. He went to investigate;[picking up a stick along the way for protection]only to find this beautiful little thing crouched down behind the damned bushes!

He recognized her as a neighbor living down the street and he’d always thought that she was quite untouchable; he’d been attracted to her since the instant he saw her and now here she’s been delivered to his doorstep. There IS A GOD!

Without either of them saying a word, he picked her up and took her inside. He immediately wrapped her up in a comforter that just moments ago warmed him as he relaxed on the couch watching television. He placed her in front of the partially smoldering fireplace that he was letting die down because he was on his way to bed.

He began rebuilding the fire. After getting it started well, he hurried to the kitchen and started some water boiling for some cocoa or hot chocolate depending on where you’re from. He knew not to attempt any conversation just yet.

The comforter he wrapped her in was hand made by his grandmother, and she made a hefty comforter, so he knew that she was getting warmer. The hot chocolate was on its way to Gab’s lips and he could see that she was starting to recover. The fire restarted nicely and Gabby sat staring at the fire as if lost in the flickering light. He asked her if he should call the police now or in the morning. She didn’t respond so he didn’t disturb her. He told her that she’s welcome to stay as long as she liked, he also let her know that he’d be an ear shot away if she needed him.

Damn she is fine, He thought as he went upstairs to his room!

Gabby could hear what sounded like the shower, she listened closer and heard him humming loudly and then faded; She heard a door close so she assumed he went into the shower.

Even though the fire was now roaring and she wrapped in the thick comforter, Gabby started to shiver again. Tears were streaming down her face as she began taking an assessment of this evening’s issue. She hoped that the children were all right. She had to find out, but it was too damned cold outside! Perhaps she could borrow a jacket or something. "That bastard tried to kill me!

She tensed as she could feel him slapping her face, punching her in the stomach, and burning her back with something. It didn’t leave a burn mark, but it burned the hell out of her. Her oldest daughter was watching when he kicked her in her head and she slammed into the wall.

He forearmed her in the back, and would do stupid shit like, Hold her nose and mouth closed with his hands, stopping her from breathing! She struggled to get up; fighting his hands but could do no damage. He took his right hand and ripped her thong off, this was one of the reasons he was coming after her. He accused her of wearing them for her lover, when in fact she hadn’t been with anyone since Jonathan. He felt that she was carrying on every time he wasn’t at home, actually, he was thinking every time that he was out fucking around; but his intention was to put the guilt on her.

Gabby, being quick witted and direct when accused of something she wasn’t guilty of; wasn’t having him accuse her of that shit. Her retorts to his allegations were hard hitting. "Take your hands off me niggah! Look here fucker, you’ve been sleeping around on me for a long ass time. You must think that I’m stupid or something? Bitch, I’ve seen those white mufuckas you been with; you leave their hair around on shit, in the car, in your clothes. You’re either stupid or just don’t respect me at all, because you can’t hide shit!

You are like the worst damn player in the world; you ought to turn in you player’s card, if you even have one. You tiny dicked bastard, you certainly have the nerve to be fucking around on me; you haven’t taken care of home in years. Now that I know better, I can’t believe that I tolerated that little ass dick of yours all of these years! I want to call you a motherfucker, but shit you can’t even do that right, so how about non-fucking Bitch ass woman beater!

Well that was a little too much for him to take, he simply snapped. He had taken her here before, and he beat her severely, the only problem at that time is when she’d called the police and reported him. They’d sent two cars right over the last time, but when they got there they saw no visible bruises. He used this as his argument; the police agreed and told him that it was protocol for the male spouse to leave the house.

He did this the first time, but the second time it was the same results, no bruises; so as far as the police were concerned they just had a little squabble and no matter how much she protested, the police indicated that he didn’t have to leave.

Being from a small town and him not having a history of this, they simply disregarded the issue. Therefore, anytime that it happened, she reported him, and he reported her; police simply looked at it, as a bother and simply labeled her the Town Crier. Ain’t that a bitch!

In all actuality, this bastard had legal permission to beat his wife! This frightened her.

She thought of leaving many times, but couldn’t afford to because he kept all of the money and issued her out an allowance. She worked twelve hours a day, traveling one hundred and forty miles per day; back and forth to work in that god-awful traffic, with nothing to show for it.

She still had to get loans from her mother to help make ends meet. Her mother only gave her the money because of her children. So she tried to endure until something came around better; but now she’s sitting in front of the fireplace in a strange neighbor’s living room. Actually, she’d noticed him looking at her as she drove out of the housing area and assumed he had numerous lady friends at his disposal. At the time cheating was the farthest thing from her mind, but here she is being comforted by this fine ass gentleman.

Here she is in her bare ass with a thin ass gown on; he’s picked her up, held her in his manly arms, and sat her on the floor. He warmed up her entire body, and that deep ass voice, ooh! Down Grippa, (that’s what she called her coochie.)

A strong hand on her shoulder interrupted her thoughts; she could not believe herself because the strength in that hand caused her to experience a very strong uncontrollable orgasm that caused her to shiver. He thought that he’d hurt her and pulled away quickly, boy was he wrong. Gabby looked up at her neighbor and said nothing because if she did it would come out all in Googly glop!

He said, I’m out of the shower now and you look like you could use some sleep so if you don’t mind. He picked her up and carried her upstairs to his bed; she layed her head on his massive chest while he carried her upstairs. Walter continued, I’ll take you upstairs to my room where you’ll be comfortable.

He placed her on his bed; she didn’t notice that he was wearing only a towel as he placed her in the bed. Unconsciously, as he was moving away from the bed, she reached for his hand to thank him, and mistakenly grabbed a handful of towel. He turned at the same instant to see what was wrong, the two movements caused the towel to fall and he stood before her.…naked.

Gabby was embarrassed, but thought, "Damn! Do they get that big? She never took her eyes off his johnson; he noticed that and he quickly covered up or at least tried to with his massive hands.

See, as he was carrying her up the stairs he thought of being inside this sweet ass woman. He thought about it in the shower and had to get himself off while in there because the erection was too powerful to just let hang. The water wasn’t helping either as it cascaded all over his body, and especially around the head of his monstrosity.

As he carried her up the stairs he thought, Hmmn, this would be nice to have.

Then as he placed her gently on the bed, her hand grazed his penis and it simply responded to her touch making matters worse. He was erect and was trying to hide that fact from her and perhaps go the other room, and relieved himself of the tremendous pressure of lust that had overcome him; that’s when she grabbed the towel. They both were frozen as if in animation, and neither of them knew what to do; he began stammering and stuttering as if he didn’t know what to say. Quickly thinking…Gabby raised the covers inviting him into his own bed.

He didn’t know what else to do other than hunch his shoulders and crawl in. They layed there motionless for a few minutes and said nothing nor did nothing!

Walter broke the strange silence by saying something stupid like, Um, thanks for inviting me in, Heh! Heh! He was trying to think of something that would make his cock go down, but he could not think of anything.

As she turned towards him and looked in his eyes she thought, I don’t know what in the hell I just did but it felt right. I can’t believe it, this is too unbelievable. She let the moment take over, and before she knew it, he’d inserted himself inside her. Her mind was reeling, and she assured herself that she needed the personal attention. She swayed back and forth-in lustful bliss. This man is hitting areas that she never thought was supposed to be tampered with, she felt that she could hold up a mirror and look inside her mouth and she’d see the head of that massive thing at the edge of her throat.

Gabby, now spoiled by his careful stroking and now gently cuddling her head in his big hands caused her to be oblivious to her environment. He looked deeply into her eyes, as if letting her know that he meant every movement. She was enjoying his size and girth; she did not feel as though she were being ripped open, moreover, just stretched just to the end of her comfort zone.

So in essence, she had that joy and pain effect going on and it was driving her towards madness. She did something that she’s never done before, she let out this very loud guttural moan; it was the moan of a woman reaching her limits, it literally snatched her towards the heavens. She gripped his behind with her left hand to pull him in deeper, she reached underneath to grab what was providing all of this pleasure, and to her surprise, he still had about three inches of length left outside of her that she hadn’t even experienced yet. She grabbed his nuts and pulled him inside until she had all of him; in his deepest, lustfullest voice he asked, Are you sure?

All Gabby could utter was, Do it!

He did it, and she took it all; after another twenty minutes they finished together and sleep over took them immediately. Gabby awakened to the smell of bacon; she looked to her left and there sat a tray complete with beautiful looking bacon, scrambled eggs, toast, buttered grits, grape, and apple butter preserves. All garnished with parsley and a candle, a note attached read:

"Eat fast but try to take your time; I had to get to work.

I saw your husband leave already so it’s safe to go home whenever you’re ready. Call the authorities; I thank you for wandering into my arms, I Hope this does not run you away from me. I Hope it brings you back. Here is a key, use it whenever you need to. There are some clothes on the chair by the door they should fit you. Oh, and please whatever you do…STAY OUT OF THE BUSHES!"

Bye for now,

Walter"

Gabby smiled and folded the letter up and suddenly thoughts of the children invaded all of this goodness. She gobbled up the food and hurried to get out of the bed. She headed for the door wearing the clothing he had left for her; suddenly her pussy awoke pulsating from the experience as if asking, Do we really have to leave? oddly she answered aloud, "Yes Grippa… we do!

Jonathan turned slightly and out of his peripheral vision, he saw his little victim. He had a drink sent to her and told the server not to let her know who sent it. This time he sent a drink called Simple Fuck in a Crowded Room made with a shot of grenadine, a shot of one fifty-one rum, a shot of vodka and iced tea. This time she sent it back telling him, No thanks! He drank it himself, which he wasn’t supposed to do while on duty. He did not care. He figured that she had issues and left it at that, and continued his duties. About an hour or so later, Gabby wandered over to Jonathan and said, One night stand huh? Only if you want it to be honey, he replied uncaringly. So, while working here have you discovered that you can have more pussy this way? Yes! was his answer. So, have you tired of mine, she inquired? Jonathan scanning the room, then looked at her slightly but didn’t reply. Gabby walked around him slowly taking in his frame and structure; she was about to say something but he interrupted her by saying, Excuse me, I have to break up this traffic jam in the corner, I’ll be right back

Feeling put off, Gabrielle leaned against the bar watched him work. Not even understanding that despite all the time that elapsed since their last encounter, or the emotions that caused her to be mad at him for not trying to contact her…unconsciously she’d already decided that she’d include this man in her life once again. Even still, he’s going to have to work hard to be in her life if he wanted the job. She simply just liked his big ass, the way he walked, took his time talking and forming his words with the expertise of a seasoned linguist. However, she knew that in order to have any peace, she must have her husband out of her life. Jonathan returned and he took a real close look at her and saw that she was really looking tired, so he asked, Baby why are you looking so tired, aren’t you sleeping? I am too scared to sleep, that husband of mine is terrorizing me and I want out of this shit! Hold that thought, I’m going to take my break so that I can give you my undivided attention.

Chapter Four

Battered and Abused…

They went to the Jazz room and she began telling him of the past months escapades. Jonathan was enraged; he couldn’t stand for a man to beat up on a woman no matter what the reason. He didn’t appreciate a woman hitting on a man either. He felt that if it had to come down to any verbal or physical confrontations in a relationship. Either party has communicated to the other that they don’t appreciate the other for whatever reasons and it is agreed that the respect level is gone away from the relationship. Then they should part before they even get to the swinging shit.

See, once the hitting shit starts the first time and you’ve done the I won’t do it again, please forgive me shit, the second punch is easy. Very soon it’ll be effortless to hit the woman; the man will hit the woman for the littlest thing. It will not be a problem for him to just knock the hell out of her, and vice versa.

Jonathan wanted to go after her husband, but Gabby would not have anything to do with that. She severely protested, telling him that she foreboded him from interfering and that she had the authorities on it. She has a police friend that was assisting.

Jonathan knew of several women that called the police on their husband on numerous occasions, but the police couldn’t and wouldn’t do much to stop him in the end. In fact, she had already the experienced of ridicule by the police, oh but this time she did say that he was a friend, so if she ain’t fucking him yet she will be in the near future. Jonathan decided to obey her wishes; they did not speak again for a few weeks.

Gabby came to Jonathan again at the club and informed him that he’d beaten her again and she called the police and they did not even come this time. After hearing that he said sternly, Enough is enough! Gabby pleaded again; this time he refused her pleads.

"Look little stupid ass woman, all of that brain power that you have I sure as hell would wish that you would use it. Look at you, putting on all of that damn make-up trying to hide the fact that you are getting your ass whipped.

Why do you even keep coming to me? You don’t do anything that I tell you anyway, so why keep coming?"

In the weeks before this discussion when Jonathan had not spoken to her, Gabby was in the hospital nursing a broken jaw. She was trying to get away from her husband’s antics, when she attempted to go down the stairs; her husband tripped her just as she touched the first step. She had to take her own self to the hospital. The children had been paying attention to what has been going on and they did not like it at all, but they were too scared to say anything about it. Well she was quite leery of the entire thing, but she wanted the children to have a male in their life. The lying she had to do at the hospital about the broken jaw really took her for a loop.

She was tired of her children having to have to see all of that shit too! Jonathan hugged her and he felt her pain.

Jonathan began seeing a lot of Gabby after that encounter, he felt he had to protect her so he might as well get to know her; besides, she was getting more beautiful to him as a person every day. She was becoming his friend, and complete lover, or so he convinced himself of that. He wrote her a poem to express what he felt about her and it went like this:

There’s not one day that goes by

There’s not one day that goes by

That I am not searching for your face

I even think of you girl before eating, before my grace.

There’s not one day that goes by

That I am not concerned about our love, about its growth or its pace

There’s not one day that goes by

That I long for your touch, a blow of your breath, a squeeze,

Or a fuck, hmmm, would that be asking for too much?

How bout’ a hug in a foreign land

Me, eating you out while you in a handstand.

Your legs splayed east and west laced panties and spandex.

Leaning up against the wall, syrup dripping’, whipped cream or my

Favorite candied rum, what’s next?

Me, tasting your love, tasting it all till you cum.

Yeah, there’s not one day that goes by that I don’t long

For your love, that I’m not searching for your face

Before eating or before grace.

Gabby read the poem and had tears in her eyes; she knew that this was the man for her…with his nasty ass. Jonathan and Gabby had many getaways; sneak a ways, and layaways. Michaela as well as Charles was starting to wonder where their significant other was. Jonathan just indicated to Michaela that he had to work longer hours in both his day job and his night job. Gabby informed Jonathan that Charles was starting to suspect her even more now, and had followed her to the club previously but he didn’t come in. This time he said that he is going to come to the club with her. She guessed he figured that if he showed up with her, which would let others know that she was with him. On the other hand, she knew that Charles wanted to embarrass her. Jonathan told her to let him come, he would watch out for her to ensure that her husband would not do anything stupid; besides, he wanted to know what this Charles the woman beater looked like anyway.

Chapter Five

The Beat Down…

One day while together Jonathan asked Gabby, Baby, are you still fucking your husband? without looking him in the face she replied, He took it from me last evening; he forced himself in my behind and nearly ripped me apart. Jonathan fumed.

Come on Jonathan, I live with this man; what was I supposed to do, not fuck him and call the cops? Gabriella! Dammit leave the motherfucker or quit bringing your ass around me!

Jonathan decided not to see her for a while because he didn’t like the fact that she