I give you the short story of one woman during the last days of her life as a ho.
Her Last Seven Deadly Sinful Days
The seven deadly sins, also known as the capital vices or cardinal sins, is a classification of objectionable vices (part of Christian ethics) that have been used since early Christian times to educate and instruct Christians concerning fallen humanity's tendency to sin. The currently recognized version of the sins are usually given as wrath, greed, sloth, pride, lust, envy, and gluttony.
The 7th glyph of the Maya Calendar is Blue Hand, it represents the days in creation and is associated with creative perfection. This is the glyph of the last day of their calendar that ends on December 21, 2012.
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"Uuuuuuhhhhh!!!! DAAAAAMMMMNNNN BAAAAAAAYBEEEEEE!!!"
"Ya love this dick don'tcha Sexy!!" he whispered in my ear.
After 7's "Takin' My Time" couldn't drown out my screams of passion as he drilled deeper into my walls. Digging my nails into his back, I braced myself for the orgasmic waves of his seed entering me as they found that their home was already occupied.
"Mmm Sexy..." Kissing my neck, Franklin held me close as he hoarsely told me he loved me. "You are all the medicine a brutha needs!"
"Shh! Save your voice, Baby. You'll never get it back trynna talk so HUSH!" I warned.
"Yes, Ma'am," croaked my froggy voiced lover.
Just hours before, I'd called Franklin to see what he was up to only to hear that he was sick in bed with the flu! The Mother side of me kicked in and I immediately raced to his side. When I arrived, using the key he'd given me, I entered the bedroom and found Franklin in a sea of snot and booger filled tissues. My poor Baby! After getting Franklin into a hot bath (because he smelled like a hot mess!!), I began cleaning and disinfecting the bedroom. Just as I finished smoothing a fresh comforter on the full size bed, Franklin walked up behind me, grabbed my waist and spun me around to face him.
"I need medicine," he said bluntly as he began undressing me to match his nakedness.
Smirking, I said, "You're in no shape for that kind of activity, Franklin."
Why does he always have to prove me wrong?!
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Catching me off guard by coming home late after I fell asleep, I woke up to Mackenzie between my legs. Little did he know, I'd already been eaten out satisfactorily by Leon just hours before so there was no need for him to bother. Considering his tongue skills were about the only thing keeping him on my good side, I allowed him to continue snacking. It wasn't until I heard him unzip his pants that I rose from the bed and proceeded to the bathroom.
"Babe, is everything ok?" he asked through the locked closed door. Trying the doorknob, he said, "Clarissa? Babe?!"
"I'm fine Mackenzie. Go to bed."
"Are you coming with me?"
He knew I was mad at him because it was only at those times when I called him "Mackenzie". If he had heard "Ken" or "Baby", he knew I was coming back to bed. He heard "Mackenzie" TWICE so he knew what was up. Quietly, he went to sleep on the sofa.
The next morning I awoke to the smell of cinnamon and bacon. Damn that man for going for my weakness!
"If he thinks bacon is all it takes to get between my legs, he's got another think comin'!"
Silently, I slipped down the hallway to get dressed in the bathroom, making sure to take my cell phone in case a call came through. As if on cue, once I'd started my shower, my cell rang. Catching it after one ring, I said, "No I haven't told him."
"Are you ok?" Franklin asked, sounding worried and less froggy.
"I'm fine. He came home late but by then I was asleep and it was too late to talk or pack," I explained.
"You didn't pack up when you got home?" Franklin inquired.
"No. Look, I gotta go." Seeing where the conversation was going, I chose to end it before Franklin showed more of his possessive side. Minutes later, I was showered and dressed, ready to get this day over with and it was barely 10am!
Still holding onto my bombshell, I watched for a moment as Mackenzie set the table for his weekly brunch. Not particularly in the mood to chat with my soon-to-be-ex, I chose to hold my tongue while letting my aggression out on a game of "Saints Row: The Third". With the game system hooked up in the living room, I had no choice but to moderately interact with Mackenzie as he prepared for his guests.
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"You really shouldn't scare me like that, Ms. Revelin. For a second there, I thought you were serious," laughed my boss, Mr. Simmons.
"I'm serious, sir. My fiancé doesn't want me to work now that I'm pregnant. I'll be in later this week to pick up my final check."
"Oh! You ARE serious! Well, can I persuade you to work from home? I understand your fiancé's concerns and I'm sure with your dedicated work ethic, you can stay on bed rest while continuing to earn a paycheck," Mr. Simmons suggested.
"You mean you want to make sure I stay with your company so you don't lose your biggest clients. Tough titties," I thought to myself.
"Thanks but I'll have my hands full once the baby is here not to mention all of the wedding planning and doctor's visits between now and then..."
Damn!! He is really making me work this lie!!!
"Well, if you change your mind, you're always welcome to come back to..."
"Save your breath, Mr. Simmons," I thought aloud. It took everything in me to hold that conversation with my now ex-boss with Franklin rubbing coconut oil on my heels and calves, massaging my aching muscles. Even if I wasn't pregnant, it was time for me to quit that dead end job.
"How long are you going to do that?" I asked Franklin although I had no plans to stop him. I just wanted to know how much longer I could enjoy the pampering.
"You mean today or in general?" Franklin smiled as his oil massage found its way under my nightgown, up to my knees and thighs.
Purring, I said, "Today."
"When you tell me to stop," he replied as he dipped his tongue into my pussy.
"Oh well THAT won't happen anytime soon!" I said, allowing Franklin to continue "massaging" me.
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"Damn my Shorty gon have a Lil Shorty, huh? Well, um, congratulations, Ma," Leon said as he awkwardly hugged me. "It's not mine, is it?"
"You got jokes? You and I were ALWAYS protected, Kid! And you know that simply because I insisted on puttin' the muthafuckin' condoms on myself!" I laughed.
"So y'all gettin' married?" Leon asked, sounding jealous.
"Hell nah! Why does everyone assume I'm gettin' married just because I'm pregnant?! My mama wasn't married to my daddy when she had me and I turned out just fine and so will my baby!"
"Sorry I asked! Damn, Rissa! You blowin' my high! Oh! My bad, Ma! I'm holdin' up the show!" When Leon pulled a cigarillo from his inside jacket pocket, I stopped him from rollin' up.
Frowning, I stated, "I can't smoke until after the baby is born which means I'm cutting myself off of you til then."
"Wow. Cutting me off from EVERYTHING? Even the..." Leon reached into my panties and tapped my clit.
"You can still have that but I can't smoke or smell anything like weed on any level, ya hear me?"
"Well you know I JUST smoked before you came over here and my spot always gon smell like it so whatcha wanna do?" Leon asked as he wiggled his fingers still hovering inside my underwear.
"Mmm... My apartment will be ready next month. You know you can't smoke in my spot and I'll just have to spray you down before I fuck you," I suggested.
"Or we can just start off in the shower and go from there," Leon said as he arched an eyebrow. He once confessed that he wanted to go down on me in a hot tub. Luckily I convinced him that, as good as it is, eating my pussy was not worth the reconstructive surgery he would need after burning his face off! Ever since then, he leaps at the chance to fuck me under and in water.
Shaking my head, I giggled. "You just won't let that go! Did you forget the waterfall in Vegas? You've already fucked me underwater!"
"I didn't forget. Why do you think I keep looking for new spots!!" Leon exclaimed as my cell phone rang, emitting Franklin's designated ringtone.
"Damn!! Baby Daddy is straight keepin' track of you!!" Leon laughed, again sounding jealous.
"He's not keeping tabs on me. He just likes to know that the baby and I are OK," I explained in exasperation. I was trying to enjoy Leon fingering me but his questions were throwing off my vibe. "Look, I'm here with you now. I don't know when I'll see you again so you can either sit here and play '20 Questions' or we can fuck."
He made the right choice.
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Opting to sleep in the extra bedroom, I awoke to find Franklin sitting at the foot of my bed. Scaring the shit out of me, I yelped, "What are you doing in here?!"
"You didn't come to bed," he said, sounding almost as froggy as he did a few days ago. "I thought you left me."
Rolling my eyes, I sat up in the bed, allowing the sheets to fall and expose my naked breasts. "I'm probably not gonna sleep with you when you're upset with me. I apologized but I'm not gonna kiss your ass through this whole pregnancy..." After a moment of silence, I said, "I'm giving up Leon and smokin' so you'll have a healthy baby."
Turning to face me, Franklin's eyes temporarily lit up when he saw my exposed nipples. "You ended it with Leon?"
"No. I said I'm giving up smokin'," I corrected him.
Crawling closer to me, Franklin said, "Sexy, you said you're giving up LEON and smokin' so you'll have a healthy baby."
"Only temporarily," I thought to myself as I remembered the look on Leon's face when he handed me a box with copies of his apartment and car keys.
"I'm sorry for my behavior yesterday but this is my first baby and I don't want anything to happen to her or her mother," Franklin said as he slowly covered my body with kisses.
"I'm not in the mood, Franklin," I stated bluntly.
Sitting straight up, Franklin stopped kissing me. "Something on your mind?" he asked.
"I didn't appreciate how you treated me yesterday, Franklin," I said as I threw the covers off me before I exited the bed. Stretching my naked form, I admired the body I had now as it would transform vastly over the coming months. "For an independent spirit to suddenly be on lockdown takes some adjustment. I didn't realize EXACTLY what you expected from me but I didn't expect to bring out the Warden in you!"
"I guess it's too late to discuss that but I don't know how to handle when you're gone for hours," Franklin said, sidling up behind me, sliding his hands around my waist to my tummy.
"The same way you did before I was pregnant. You don't have to give a damn about what I do when I'm away from you," I reminded him, suddenly not wanting to feel his touch.
"I do as long as you're carrying my baby," Franklin said, sounding dejected.
"What are you going to do when my apartment is ready and I move out of here next month?" I asked, turning to face Franklin.
"Unless you're living rent free over there like you are right here, I don't see that happening or did you forget you quit your job Monday?" Franklin said before walking out of the room.
Fuck!! Me!! In my excitement of accepting Franklin's offer to crash with him while I waited for my apartment to be ready, I heard him say he was covering my expenses during the pregnancy. I know there's no way in hell that means he's gonna pay my rent too?!
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Looking over at Franklin, I said, "Are you expecting anyone? Or anything?"
"No," he said as he answered the door. On the other side was a delivery man, practically shoving his board and a thick envelope down Franklin's throat before he and his partner proceeded to drop packages off on the front porch. Speaking to the rude delivery guy, Franklin asked, "Where is this coming from?!"
Recognizing the logo on the truck, I gasped as the delivery men loaded the porch with baby paraphernalia. "Franklin! Did you enter some kind of baby contest at the mall or something?"
"A few..." Franklin grinned as he looked at the truck's logo. "Did we win?"
"Open the envelope!!" I squeaked, practically jumping up and down.
Scanning the document, Franklin's face contorted from frown to grin to grimace to smile. "They really love you!" He said as he handed me a letter of congratulations from Franklin's parents and a cashier's check for $100,000.00 made out to...
"Dammit Franklin! This says 'Mr. and MRS.'" I almost ripped up the check.
"Hey!" he said snatching the "found money" out of my hands. "It has both of our first names, my last name and our address. We'll open a joint savings account for the baby!"
As I looked out on the porch while Franklin signed for the delivery, I was amazed at all that we'd received. "This must be a mistake. I JUST told you I'm pregnant. How in the hell did they know and exactly what did you tell them?!"
"The day you agreed to carry Olivia for me, I told my brothers," Franklin smiled as he directed the delivery men into the house, instructing them to leave everything in the extra bedroom. "When I told them you were pregnant, they told Ma before you and I did. I wasn't sure what you wanted to tell her since we hadn't discussed that yet."
As much as I was trying to make the extra bedroom MY room, Franklin kept me in his bed instead. Last night as I fell asleep on the sofa watching "Beauty and the Beast", Franklin repiled my clothes on the bed and carried me into his room. When I awoke this morning, my clothes were in Franklin's bedroom closets, clearing the extra room out just in time for this delivery.
"Ma was so happy to hear that we're pregnant but disappointed that we didn't get married first," Franklin said as he walked me over to the sofa after dismissing the delivery men.
"Our agreement started over six months ago, Franklin. What if we weren't pregnant yet?" I asked. "And why would we get married when I'm giving you the baby?"
"Now that you're all moved in, we would've gotten pregnant eventually," Franklin said as he pulled me in for a kiss. "Mom's old-fashioned and thinks all babies should have married parents."
"Uh huh..." I said, looking at my Baby Daddy. "Does your family know about our arrangement?"
"Not exactly," Franklin said as he lay me on the sofa, kissing my ears, neck and breasts. Propping my legs up around his waist, he hovered over me. "All my family knows is that I'm having a baby with you. I didn't say we were getting married."
"And yesterday you sure as hell didn't stop them from thinking we weren't!" Attempting to take off his grandmother's ring, I said, "Take Granny's ring and save it for when you really propose to your dream girl."
"Woman, I'm not getting married! The whole reason why you're the one having my baby is so I won't have to deal with Baby Mama Drama! I want what you want: sex without the strings," Franklin said as his hand dove under my shirt to cup my left breast.
Still struggling to remove the ring, I tried not to succumb to Franklin's fourplay. "So as far as your parents know, you knocked up your longtime friend who doesn't want kids and has agreed to give you her baby."
"No one knows you're giving me the baby, not even my brothers," Franklin informed me before his lips met with my nipples. "They just know we're pregnant, which works out since everyone thinks we're a couple anyway."
"And what are you going to tell them when I disappear after Olivia is born?"
Instantly, Franklin sat straight up on the sofa. "Are you still on that? Ok so I love you! That's no reason to leave after the birth of our child!"
"I'm not here to play house with you, Franklin. If we weren't such good friends, I wouldn't be your No Drama Baby Mama. You're already showing your ass and I'M not even showing yet!!" I pointed out. "You're gonna have a heart attack trynna keep up with me! If you didn't trust me enough to have your child, I wouldn't be here having your child."
"True," Franklin said before pulling me up to kiss him.
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"Clarissa, it's so nice to see you again!" exclaimed Mama Gilbert as she hugged me before turning me around to inspect my figure. "Ooh girl, you are gonna make me some beautiful grandbabies!"
Frantically, I searched the store for Franklin who had suddenly disappeared from my side.
"Boy, if you don't come and rescue me from your mother!" I texted him as I thought it would be rude to make a phone call while she and I were shopping. Franklin, his father and his brothers were all around but strategically placed throughout the store to give Mama Gilbert one-on-one time with me.
The first time I met Franklin's mother, I was a skinny little sophomore in high school. She said I needed titties to get a man so for the rest of my high school years, she fed me peach cobbler and womanly advice. Next thing I know, I got titties AND ass and all the boys' attention! Thank you Mama Gilbert!
The next time I sought Franklin's mother's advice was at our high school graduation. By then, her son had popped my cherry but he didn't know how to treat a lady so I told her that he and I were just friends. She told me friends make the best lovers. Mmkay... See ya later Mama Gilbert.
The last time I saw Franklin's mother, she told me that her son told her he loved me. She said he hadn't been the same since he and I broke up. That was the day we graduated from college. She said he would do anything for me if I loved him back.
Turns out I felt the same way. Not that I would ever admit it!
"I just knew you two would get back together!" Mama Gilbert said as she hugged me tighter than my winter coat! "And to give me a beautiful granddaughter! Oh! All y'all need to do now is tie the knot and..."
"Mama Gilbert, we're not getting married," I said quickly.
"Child, what do you mean y'all not getting married? It's bad enough neither one of you told me y'all were back together. What's going on with you two, Clarissa?"
"Franklin and I are not together," I said, preparing myself to break Franklin's mother's heart.
Ever since I showed up on her doorstep to be tutored by her son, Sophia Gilbert has made it her mission to see me with Franklin. "I don't want to get married and Franklin is fine with that."
"What about the baby? Will we still get to see my grandbaby?" she asked fearfully as she clutched my belly.
"Of course you'll still see the baby! I'm sure Franklin will need a babysitter from time to time," I replied assuringly.
"Why don't you wanna marry my boy, Clarissa?" Mama Gilbert asked as she directed us to a bench. "Obviously he's good in the bedroom or else y'all wouldn't be giving me this grandbaby. He's a good cook and fine as hell! All the women want him but he only wants YOU! You know you want him too so stop bein' silly and marry the boy!"
Mama Gilbert's delivery was brash but her advice was always on point! Knowing how much she loved me, I didn't have the heart to tell her why her son shouldn't marry a woman like me.
"Mama Gilbert, you can't turn a ho into a housewife," I said sighing.
"I know Franklin's a ho but that's just until he settles down with you!" she said plainly.
Now what now?!
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