Chapter 48: Chapter 48

Chapter 48

~ Something had happened~

Kate stayed up all night wondering about her affair with Tony. She had mixed feelings about Tony breaking her heart in the craziest of ways- one final break up that would spike her soul. The cute face of Brian struck in her head and she quickly reached for her phone, logged into her Facebook account and surfed through to Brian’s profile.

“Hmmm,” she hummed as Brian’s smiling face came on her phone.

Will he ever bury the hatchet and accept me back?

Maybe I was too quick to judge this angel.

She thought and sniffled as she saw more of his pictures. She got to a particular picture of Brian posing with pregnant Ella at grandma’s farm and she raised a brow.

Who is this girl? Is this his wife or baby mama?

Is he married in Miami? Huge love hangs in their eyes. I need not be told they are in love.

She argued within herself and lost her appetite for dinner- she glared at her dinner which was covered in a tray by the corner and she sighed, took it to the waste can and trashed it. At the moment she was really unflappable to go to bed. Without much hesitation she stripped and went in the shower to have a warm bath. It was then past events struck in her head. It was in the same bathroom that Brian washed her when she was drunk on the night of her birthday party. And she could recall the spite, anger and accusation she rained on Brian. Her heart became suddenly heavy as her eyes burnt with tears so badly that she turned off the shower, drifted to the sink and started wailing. She couldn’t fight back the tears and for the first time her heart became porous to consider from where she went wrong. She had broken the camel’s back- making Brian to migrate to Miami;

“Oh my God,” she wailed, “How is he over there now?” she whispered. “I know he has moved on. I trust him. He is a smart, cool-headed dude that breathes survival.” She sniffled, drying her cheeks of the warm tears that trickled. “I pray we meet again. I pray we love again and even wash each other in the shower in clear eyes or drunkenness.”

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Mrs. Fanny, who had been sitting at the Visitor’s room, was called upon by the prison warden to meet with her husband, Mr. Fanny.

Mr. Fanny had not walked in when she entered; the door creaked open and she gazed upon her husband to argue that they brought out the wrong man; he housed a wrinkled face with bruises on his face and thick mustache sprouting.

Mr. Fanny sat down, struggling with his breath and had his face down.

“No shaking, no touching, no hugging,” the hostile looking warden warned and retired to his spot, staring at them while they remained quiet briefly.

“It’ offends me so much to believe that two weeks in jail has sucked the better parts of you,” Mrs. Fanny sounded, and peered into his face, “What’ is this?” she asked, and wanted to touch the bruise on his right chin but the warden warned her with his red annoying eyes and she pulled back her hands. “Who did this to you?” she asked yet further, believing he would say a word through his dried lips.

“Forget it sweet heart..” he stuttered, “ is just… just a fight with some dirty niggers that want to intimidate me,” he said and glared at her finally, noticing she was blossoming even better than she was when he was around. He took note of the pearl that curled round her neck and he knew it was not among the collection he bought for her before he got to jail. She is seeing a man! He said in his head.

“When you came into my life we never planned to endear this marriage by meeting in jail,” she said, trying to click his gaze to his, “look at me Fanny and tell me you did drugs when were in New York. You told me a lot of lies that have dawned on me recently. When you lost your job you told me you were working for a friend that owned a grocery store. Was the grocery the drugs?” she asked, trying to pipe low her voice and keep calm.

“You have two minutes,” the warden cut in to remind her.

“I am so sorry, please do make our daughter understand,” he apologized coldly, and bowed his head in shame. “I have no justification for my iniquity, that’s why I want to serve this jail term proudly. I am too dirty for you.”

“Staying twenty years without me and your daughter is just going to smell like the pig’s intestine. I know you are bragging in your head we are not going to survive without you. Now listen up we are going to survive without you,”

He stroked his nose and grinned before he said, “Hell no I can’t say that. I will be strong for you guys. Please I also need you both to do same. Do take care of our Kate and when next you are coming bring her along.

Hush silence hung across them. His eyes had been around the pearl on her neck. “That on your neck?” H e pouted his lip at it.

And she peered at it, touched it to confirm what he was talking about. “What about it?” she asked, shooting her frown at her.

“I haven’t seen it on you before. When did you buy it? It looks good on you.”

She snorted, wondering if he expected her to tell him that Ken had presented the beautiful pearl to her after hot, steamy rounds of all-night sex.

“Time up,” the warden sounded and came at once to lead him away.

“Talk to me, dear,” Mr. Fanny demanded as he was being pulled away.

“I will tell you more when we see,” she said and the gate slammed behind her just like the guilt slammed in her heart. But she fought it off. It was all she could do because Ken had sucked into her heart now and she was going to have him by her side all through this lingering twenty years Fanny will spend in jail. Besides, she had lost her respect for him for lying to her all these years

Outside; she hopped into the Ford SUV, looking red and drawn.

“Hope it went well?” Ken asked her.

“Yes,” she replied coldly. “Drive me to your house. I need some bed rest and massage,” she whispered into his ears.

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“Yes there oh yes,” Mrs. Fanny griped, while Ken stroked from her back to her big, cellulite buttocks with his soft palms smeared in oil. “I really need this massage,” she, hummed and writhed in ecstasy.

Ken stared at her backside and how it shone in the glory of the oil, and he bent and burnt her neck with a warm kiss that carried tickling moisture. Stroking his penis, he slid the shaft into her vagina from the rear.

“Oh clean pig!” she exclaimed. “K, I told you massage not fuck.”

He ignored her and gave a swift pound that slapped into her vagina.

“Oh shit, shit, hmmm” she moaned, and pled, “Don’t stop; continue with that pa…ce. Hmmm, oh baby-boo. That is good, Ken, that is good,” she moaned yet further, parting her legs to give room to his thick shaft, and gripping her bed spread.

Her phone buzzed and it was Kate calling: something had happened…