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Sheryl Banks started this diary of …(well, she doesn’t know yet, LOL). She just knows she has this fascination about being wickedly sensual all the time.
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Her life isn’t that exciting, but she thinks it’s sure to keep you on your toes.
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Entry Ten
I must have been dazed for a couple of moments, because when my equilibrium returned, I was side straddled on Rahem’s lap and his arms were around my waist.
Looking up at him, I knew I was blushing. This was quite refreshing having a man please me first and not ask for anything in return.
“Don’t be embarrassed, Sheryl,” he said softly, kissing my forehead. “Giving you pleasure was an honor.”
I could feel his hardened shaft still molded against my ass, but Rahem didn’t seem as if this was bothering him – much. I reached down and started to unbuckle his pants.
He gently took my hands and kissed my knuckles. “No, Sheryl. I cannot allow you to pleasure me, as much as I want to. I must keep myself for my soon-to-be wife, Andrina.”
“Why?”
“Because I just know a woman like you would make me fall in love.”
I laughed. “You say that to all the girls,” I teased.
“No, Sheryl.” There was a very serious look in those pretty blue eyes of his. “I can feel that a woman like yourself would make a man beg.” He caressed my cheek softly. “You could make a man feel like a king.”
I liked what Rahem said. “How old are you, Rahem?”
“Twenty-eight,” he said proudly.
“How long have you been betrothed to Andrina?”
“Since I was eighteen. My family went back to the old country to spend time with my grandparents and that’s when I met her.” He blushed. “She tasted me. You understand?”
“Yes, Rahem. I understand she used her mouth on you.”
“I told my father.”
“Why?”
He shrugged, but there was a huge look of regret on his face. “I guess I was just so excited about it. That had been the first time any woman had ever touched me that way. My father is a very strict man and we lived a very secluded life in the states. I was taught at home and the only time we were allowed outside with other children, other than family, was only when my father’s eyes were on us. When we went to the old country, my father’s guard was down and we had more freedom.”
“Freedom to find yourself hitched to a woman you’ve only been with one time.” I felt bad for him.
“Yes, when my father knew what had been done, he went to her parents and paid the dowry to marry her. I’ve worked all these years to pay the money to my father and save some for me to start a family nicely. Now in a year, I shall go and collect my bride and then bring her back here.”
“How old is she?”
“At that time she was only fifteen.”
In my mind I was thinking that Rahem was the one that got the bad deal out of this and he was taking it much too lightly. Fuck Family Honor. In
America you should be able to do whatever you wanted.
“So you’ve kept yourself for Andrina all this time?”
“I want to do what’s right,” he said this rather tightly.
“But why don’t you sound happy about it? You don’t want to marry Andrina?”
He kissed my knuckles to distract me. “That is something I do not wish to speak about, Sheryl.”
I respected his wishes as Rahem guided me to the back exit delivery door and even drove me home in his red Dakota pickup.
“Will I see you again?” Rahem asked hopefully.
“If you want to.”
“No, Sheryl. Only if you want to.” He wrote his name and number on a piece of paper.
“Okay, Rahem. I will call,” I promised. I took the paper, kissed him on the cheek and got out.
***
I slept until ten Sunday morning. After taking a long shower, I called Mackeroy. The Peter’s wife thing had been on my mind since I awoke. The more I thought about it, the more it bothered me.
At noon, I called Mack.
He was very excited to hear from me. “I didn’t think you would call.”
“Why would you think that?” I asked affronted. “I had a wonderful time.”
“Can I be honest and say something, Sheryl?”
“Sure.”
“Though I indicated otherwise, inwardly I still thought you only slept with me to secure my account for your company. I just want to reiterate that I was going to accept your company before I ever slept with you.”
Hearing this was a relief to my ears. I made my own confession. “I also thought my sleeping with you was the determining factor for you coming with the company. It’s good to know that I was wrong.”
“Well, knowing a very smart intelligent woman such as yourself would be working on my account was a nice enough thing, even though I was very sexually attracted to you. I want to see you again when I get back in town, Sheryl.”
“When will that be?”
“Monday night. I wanted to come by as soon as my flight landed.”
I wanted that too, so I accepted that offer and told him I would pick him up from the airport. After that, I asked, “So you didn’t have any idea that Peter wasn’t coming?”
“No, I didn’t. Peter had just called me an hour before to confirm the appointment to make sure I would be there.”
That was about when Peter should have been at the hospital with his wife having the baby – if Peter was telling the truth, but I highly doubted it the more I listened to what Mackeroy had to say.
I wouldn’t know until Monday when I would see Peter, but that white man was definitely on my shit list. I had a feeling he planned on my face and personality swaying Mackeroy to choose our company.
Mack and I spoke some more. When I got off the phone with him, I decided to go over to visit my mother. The issue about my crazy sister was bothering me in the back of my head.
My mother, Nina Banks, had been a single parent all our lives. Nina had always been stern in her discipline to us, which pretty much kept us out of trouble. Her philosophies about life were embedded in my mind and I relished knowing that I had a lot of her strength in character.
She was an older version of Lauren, but Nina didn’t look old enough to be the mother of two grown daughters in their thirties. She looked more like she was in her early forties, not about to be sixty in two weeks.
I told my mother exactly what my sister had said to me. The whole time Nina looked as if someone was holding a gun to her head.
“I told that child she was just having crazy dreams. All pregnant women have them.”
“I believe that, too, Momma,” I agreed. “But the woman is ready to leave her husband and you know I don’t think I could have her up in my house. She’d start on that religious crap again, walking around in the middle of the night and just…well, I don’t think I could take it.”
“So what do you want me to do?”
“Help me, help her.”
Nina sighed and sat on the couch, pulling a pillow over her chest as if in comfort. I didn’t sit, but instead stood above her waiting for her to come to terms with some deep-seated emotional strife that she was fighting with. I could see the desperation in her eyes.
“How was I to tell you about your father? I was single and desperate for assistance back than. I needed the financial support. E just gave me a way out of a lot of debt that…” She paused as if to bite her tongue.
Confused, I asked, “What are you talking about?”
“I didn’t know until it was too late, Sheryl. Until… I saw the bruises.”
Now I sat down next to her. “So Lauren’s telling the truth?”
“Almost… well, I’m not sure. I didn’t want to exacerbate the situation.” Taking a deep breath, she said, “And he told me he’d never hurt anyone. I believed him at the time because I was so in love with him.”
“Who? What exactly happened, Momma? E was my father? Start from the beginning.” I wanted to get angry, but I also wanted to know the truth, too.
“E Heasly was your father,” she confirmed. “We met when I started this new job at a company he also worked for. He was accused of hurting some young employees at the company, but he said they only said this because he refused to play their sexual games. I had heard other rumors, but he was a charmer, so I believed him. He had this beautiful smile and wonderful personality – you’d have loved him… he was so much like you.”
Nina looked at me, but I knew she wasn’t seeing me. When I was growing up, she often looked at me like that, as if there was someone else there. Now I know that she was looking at my father all this time. I also finally understood why – Nina was still in love with him.
This was the first time she had spoken to me in depth about him. I mean I knew his name: E, but whenever I asked about him when growing up, Nina would get angry or just avoid the subject altogether.
“I guess I was missing a lot of things,” Nina continued. “Home and… well, I threw caution to the wind and let E romance me. He loved how young looking I was. He liked that very much and his strange nuances didn’t faze me until one night we were at the state fair and he was looking at this young teenager with this weird expression on his face. Being so much in love, I ignored this because I was pregnant with you then.”
“You left him when I was two, right?”
“Yeah. He was having sexual relations with a seventeen-year-old intern at his company. That’s when I learned your father loved fresh young faces. So I told him I never wanted to see him again. But we had children together and he still wanted to see you. So I told him only if he swore to never allow his personal vices be known to anyone and that included you and Lauren especially. He agreed and that’s why you had to visit him like that.”
“So what made you all of a sudden stop?”
“One night you came home after seeing him. You had fallen in some mud and I had taken you into the bathroom to wash up. I saw a bruise on your leg. You told me you fell, but this bruise was on the inside of your leg. It was a thumbprint. His. I just knew it.” Nina looked at me dead serious and hurt. “I also knew that I was not going to take the chance of him hurting you ever again.”
I wanted to scream that she was a lying whore?! That it couldn’t have been true. I couldn’t find this in my memory anywhere. What she was telling me was so unimaginable that I could never ever in my lifetime believe something like that.
My father had raped me?
Diary Of A… (c) Sylvia Hubbard. All Rights Reserved 2010 | Published by HubBooks
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