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Rebirth

M. L. Erwin&T. J. Scott

    He was worried. What if she said no? There was no chance of that. She loved him, of that he was sure. Her answer would be yes. He checked to see if the ring was in his pocket. One last glance at the mirror. Looking at his reflection he stopped. Did he look like a loser? No, all those thoughts should be behind him. After all, he was a new person, especially since he’d met her. He wasn’t a loser or a nobody. And it was all due to Gwen. She had made such a change in his life. He felt alive and confident as he drove his new Crossfire toward the school where she worked. The children were gone home for today. As she came out of the school she waved at him. He smiled back, realizing at the same time she wasn’t at all pretty. So what? She was all he’d ever need. He rushed over to her and helped her put some boxes in the car. They kissed.
“You got a minute?”
“Sure.”
    As he looked over her shoulder he spotted her Father. He was the Principal of the school.
“Gwen. “
    He took the ring out, not smoothly. He almost dropped it. He reached for her hand and tried to put the ring on, but dropped it. It landed in an ant bed. He quickly retrieved it and placed it on her finger. As he asked her to marry him he thought she had a peculiar look on her face. Over her shoulder the Father stared sternly, unmoving.
“Well, will you?”
“Sam, we have to talk.”
    Her voice seemed to echo and in his mind he’d heard this a hundred, no, a million times before.
    She pushed the ring back in his hand. Suddenly he had to shit and piss, his stomach was in a knot. There was a huge lump in his throat and he knew he couldn’t talk.
“Let’s sit in the car.”
    He dropped the ring box and looked back over at her Father. This time there was a slight smile on his face. His mind flashed back. In the first grade he’d eaten his lunch alone. The children had made fun of his clothes. He had been the only one that wore short pants. Lunchtime had lasted five hours at least. That’s what it had felt like. First grade had got the ball rolling and it had never slowed down. By the time he was in the fourth grade he was use to getting chosen last along with the girls of the class. His Father had died when he was five and his Mother finally remarried. Jake was a man’s man, beer, ballgames and a rude mouth. He remembered getting ice cream with him and he’d run into an old friend.
“Hey, Jake, that your boy?”
    Sam had smiled. Who wouldn’t want to be Jake’s son.
“You kidding? That’s my wife’s son. Bart stays in L.A. with his Mom. He scored three touchdowns Saturday. Sam, come on and don’t get that ice cream on your shirt.”
    He sat down in the car. It seemed like he’d been sitting like a fool in offices, at home, at the job, and at school, all his life. Waiting for somebody to politely pull his guts out.
“Sam, we’re Catholic.”
“Gwen, go to hell.”
“What?”
“You heard me. Go to hell. You and your old man. Shit, if I’m a loser, you sure as hell are. What are you? Forty? You think guys dream of you at night when they jerk off? Huh? Pamela Anderson, Halle Berry, Anna Nicole Smith, not when she was fat. Gina Gershon, Hillary Swank, Tisha Cambell, these are the women men dream of. You, you ugly bitch.”
“Sam.”
“You’re going to turn me down because of your fucking religion. You think anybody in this fucking country gives a shit anymore? I mean, really.”
“Sam, what’s wrong with you?”
“Nothing. Maybe I can find a whore to give this ring to.”
“Sam.”
“Fuck you.”
    He was out of the car. She might be crying or something because big Daddy was rushing down the sidewalk. He got in the car and sped away. His chest felt light like it was empty. He cut the radio on louder. He kept punching the channel until he heard a catchy tune. It was rap, but it had a catchy beat to it. Suddenly he remembered it was Friday. Jake would get off early and come home and give his Mother a lick or two. Somebody began to speak to him. He recognized it to be his voice but it sounded different.
“Take the bull by the horns, boy. Don’t bitch up on me now.”
    What the hell was that supposed to mean, he thought.
    Jake stared at Helen. She knew he had other women. She was obedient as a dog. She’d been an okay lay years ago, but now all she could do was work and cook good meals. She slid his plate to him, roast like every Friday. She was such a good cook it melted in your moth. He chuckled. She was afraid to look him in the eye. “Come eat with me, wifie.”
“I’m talking to Sam. He’s in the kitchen. Something’s wrong.”
“I bet it is. He should have been in a science test tube instead of breathing air.”
“What? What did that mother fucker say?”
“Sam, what’s got into you? Watch your mouth.”
“I’ve had it, Mother. No more.”
. There was something strangely attractive about her son. His tie was loose and his hair hung down in his eyes.
“Helen, come suck my cock. Either you or your son. Whoever. I don’t care. Shit, draw straws.” He laughed, almost choking on his food. When he looked up there was Sam. “Well, hell, haven’t had man sex since I was in the Army, but I believe I’m drunk enough.”
    Sam held the huge smoking roast on a plate. It burned his hand but he felt immune to the pain. The plate and the roast smacked Jake in the face as he screamed out. He tumbled out of his chair. He raked what he could of the hot meat from his face, but some of it stuck.
“Okay, boy, I’m going to show you happy endings are for movie scripts. After I whip your ass you can watch me f...”
    The pain ripped through the side of his head. Sam had kicked him. I’m going to...” He was struck again. Sam looked back at his Mother. She had an odd smile on her face. Jake clutched his body as kick after kick struck him. He coughed and he tasted blood. When he thought he was going to pass out the kicking abruptly stopped. Through bleary eyes he saw Helen. Her hair had come loose. That and her blouse. An odd thought entered his head. She looked sexy.
“I think I sprung my toe on the bastard. You get going, Sam. I got enough old bruises and fresh ones to show the cops. They’ll haul his ass away.
    Sam’s eyebrows went up as he heard his Mother cursing. Sam left, got a six pack and proceeded to drink and drive. Shit, the car seemed to handle better. At the topless club he watched different women. A Hispanic woman had big brown tits. He smiled at the way she tossed them about. A thin Asian woman made the crotch of her outfit jump in and out. Sam turned up his eighth beer. The D.J. introduced the next girl, giving her a longer introduction than the others.
“Ladies and gentlemen, alcoholics, meth junkies, sex addicts, and felons, I give you the lady Sybrina.” She was a short stocky tan-colored black woman. She had a muscular body and her ass and thighs were a work of art. She moved nonstop, twisting and jumping, causing that ass to shake.
“Go get her Tiger.”
    Sam smiled, his dark half was getting louder. He pushed his way to the stage. Apparently Sybrina was a favorite among the Black guys. He squeezed between two guys. She looked at him, giving him eye contact. Sam waved fifty ones at her. He felt the big Black burley guy next to him staring at him. Sam looked directly at him.
“What you ‘spose you can do with that, white boy?”
    Sam smiled. “My plans were to try and fuck her, same as yours, I imagine.”
    The Black guy grinned from ear to ear and he and his buddies laughed and patted Sam on the back. Sybrina twisted her way over to Sam. She put her crotch almost on his nose. Sam inhaled and stuffed dollar bills all around her. She contorted her butt in his face, very little was left to the imagination. Sam planted a kiss on her muscular hip as she strutted away. He liked the high heels. How tall were they? Gwen wore only flats. When he returned to his seat his cell phone rang.
“Sam, where are you? Did you mean all those things you said?”
    He was about to say no, but he liked the feel of a pair of balls against his thighs. He’d never felt them before. This pair felt as big as grapefruit.
“I just tipped a woman with a g-string on with a magnificent ass. She smelled like sweat, pussy and cheap perfume and I loved it. She’s on her way to my table and before tonight’s over I’m going to find out if blow jobs are a myth or do they really exist.”
    She heard the phone click. Her Father entered the doorway.
“Was that Sam?”
“What? Yes, why?”
“If he wants your hand in marriage, he’ll...”
“Shut the fuck up. I should have given him some pussy and let him play with my hand later.”
“Gwendolyn Woodard.” She pushed past him. “Where are you going?”
“To see if I can find Sam.”
“It’s undignified to run after a man.”
“I’ll be forty next year, Father. Screw dignified.”
    She crossed her fingers. All she had to go by was the make of the car. Most of the gentlemen’s clubs were in a specific part of town. One long row of T&A. Had she thought that? T&A sounded kinky.
    Sybrina danced for him. He sucked on her little stubby toes. Gwen had long sexy toes the few times he’d seen them. Sybrina was nice and besides being sexual she did have a brain.
“I thought all the girls who worked here were...”
“You’re correct in your thinking. I just happen to like to read. Lucky me.”
“So my place or yours?”
    She smiled. “My place. I like a king-sized bed.”
“Your place it is, then. I’ll be right back. I got to see a man about a mule.”
    She chuckled. He returned and the guys were all around the stage. “Who’s on?”
“Some amateur. She says she’s here to reclaim her man.”
    Sam laughed. He couldn’t help but laugh and think of Gwen. It would have been touching to find out if. . . “
    The D.J’s voice cut through the music. “Sam, you’re going to lose your little honey to a bunch of felons if you don’t get to the stage.”
    Sam stood up and there was Gwen, perfectly styled hair all over her head. He rushed to the stage. The big Black guy was there.
“Damn, don’t tell me you’re Sam?”
“In the flesh.”
“Damn, guys, let’s get the hell out of here. This guy’s hogging all the women.”
    Gwen looked at him, giving him a wicked smile. Sam wondered briefly if she was possessed. She had a pair of shapely legs and she handled the high heels gracefully. Was this her second job?
    She knelt beside him. “Can I have my ring back?”
“I don’t know.”
“How about we go to Vegas? I’ll let you shave me first.”
“Shave your wh...”
    She winked at him and he placed the ring on her finger.
    He turned his back. “Hop on. Let’s get out of here.”
    The crowd stood up and applauded. Gwen held tightly to him.



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