Full Court Press (5 page)

I
got in my car and drove back to Toya’s. I had to freshen up. Basically I had to shower and wash the sex off of me. She give me a key to get in just in case I got to her place before she did. I told Jack I was going to the movies with Toya.

We w
ere supposed to go see the nine-thirty showing of
Magic Mike
. It was the perfect cover because there was not one straight man on the planet that wanted to go see a movie about a bunch of hot male strippers. Any heterosexual man who wanted to see that movie would definitely get the side eye.
Magic Mike
was the type of movie a guy would have to be drug to kicking and screaming. I had already seen
Magic Mike
on my own but Jack didn’t know that. It never came up. I went to the movies by myself quite often. It was a habit I acquired from being single.

Toya was
actually going on a date with her young ass boyfriend. She was going to pick him up from preschool aka his mama’s house and then take him out to dinner. Well he was paying for dinner but she ran the relationship so I always viewed her as the boss.

I got in the shower and I couldn’t front. I felt guilty
as sin. Jack was the best boyfriend I ever had. He was perfect in person and on paper. He was a nice, sweet, standup guy. He had lots of friends and from what I gather his wife was the one that messed up the marriage. I knew she was extremely attractive. I saw a picture of her. Jack’s daughter showed it to me trying to be on some extra shit. Jack was the type to have a trophy wife. His wife had been a beauty queen when she was young.

Jack told me he bought her breast implants for her thirtieth birthday. He said those implants were the worst thing that happened to their marriage. He said she showed them off to any loser that was into
big tits. His words, not mine. He said she cheated on him so many times he loss count. He even told me she had him in threesomes when he wasn’t interested in threesomes. He thought he was too old for that and seeing his wife’s tits being sucked by other woman and on one occasion another man turned him off. He told me she was acting like they were college kids when they were married parents. He said he had enough. He wasn’t into swinging or this new freaky life she sought out after she had her double D’s installed.

I understood Jack. If you knew Jack you knew he was not th
e sharing type and he wasn’t stiff but he was traditional. He was the type of guy that would try something for the experience but he would never stray away from his normal routine.

Jack
was a conservative Republican. We only discussed politics once. He knew never to say the word Obama around me. Obama was a sacred word in my house. I think the only heated discussion we ever had was about the President. I ripped him a new asshole that day. I had to school him on the African American rules. Apparently he thought we were so cool that he could diss the President. I let him know that dating a black woman doesn’t give you a pass to bash any black person. Just because I don’t have a black man laid up next to me doesn’t mean I won’t fight for them. That was the first and the last time I had to get extra black with him. I don’t care how many white men I sleep with I’m still black and I don’t play that bullshit.

Regardless of that one incident, Jack was a good guy. I
was the bad girl. I cheated on him just like his wife did. I’m a terrible girlfriend.

I
hand-washed my underwear and thrown them in the dryer on high. I took a shower and got myself together. I had successfully washed the slut monkey off of me.

It was a little after midnight when Toya got home. I told her a rated PG-13 version of what went down. I told her it was turned up without going into detail.

It has been so easy for me to shake men off of me. That was up until this point. Things were simple. If you mess up I would dump you. In my cataract eyes Mason could never mess up. I can’t let Mason go and what’s worse is I don’t want to. Damn! Damn! Damn! I’m Florida Evans in this bitch. Too many good times with Mason to let him go.

I was beat when I made it back home. Mason had worked me out and I know he did that shit on purpose. He was a beautiful monster. If ever there
was such a thing.

I got home at one
in the morning. Jack was sleep. He knew that Toya and I were going to get a drink and something to eat after the movie. Now I was pressed with the task of keeping Jack off me for at least three days. I probably couldn’t do it. He never went that long without wanting some. It wasn’t a big deal as long as we had sex in the dark. I know my ass is red and there is probably a hand print on my ass cheek.

I
checked my body for marks. My ass was red. I put on a Mary J. Blige t-shirt and some sweat pants. I climbed into bed next to Jack and he didn’t even stir. I was exhausted and knew that as soon as I closed my eyes I would be asleep.

When
I woke up the next morning Jack was gone. I knew he had to go in to work although it was Saturday. Jack was in charge of a lot of people. He had to go in a few Saturdays out the year. Jack was the chief executive officer for the advertisement agency Unger & Lowe.

Jack founded the agency
sixteen years ago with his best friend from college Robert Lowe, not the actor. Their offices were located downtown Chicago and employed about one hundred people. Jack went to college at the University of Chicago and has a Master’s Degree in Advertising. He makes a point to show me all the commercials that his agency created when they appear on the TV. I appreciate it because I actually don’t understand exactly what he does at his job. But I knew he makes a lot of money and he refuses to give his wife a dime of his future earnings. He has a good lawyer and from what he tells me she has her own money. I try not to meddle in his sticky divorce situation. I have never met his soon to be ex, Mrs. Diana Unger.

I went back to bed since Trey was over at my brother’s house.
I wasn’t sure how long I had been asleep. There was a knock on my front door that woke me. It was followed by the ringing of the doorbell.

Who the hell could that be? I stumbled down the stairs and took a peek through the peephole.

I opened the door to Sienna, Jack’s smart mouthed, spoiled rotten teenage daughter. “Hi.” I said as I opened the door for her to grace me with her presence.

“It’s eleven o’clock. You’re still sleep?” Sienna said with a sneer. She was seventeen going on thirty. She was never rude to me and she was never nice to me. She always glided somewhere in-between. Sienna was pretty ju
st like her father. She had the same icy blonde hair and deep blue eyes. She reminded me of the tennis player Anna Kornikova mixed with Tiger Woods ex-wife.

I ignored her question. “You
r dad isn’t here. He had to work today. He’s in the city.”

“I know.” She kind of rolled her eyes.

I closed the door and walked away from her and into the kitchen. I would never let a young girl get under my skin. She just wasn’t worth the effort. I was born on the Westside of Chicago. She better recognize. If she knew he father was at work then what was she doing here?  She followed me into the kitchen. She watched me as I grabbed some
HoneyNut Cheerios
out of the cabinet.

“You want some?” I grabbed a bowl and a spoon.
I was being hospitable.

“No, thank you. I wa, wanted to ah, to ah, talk to you.” She was stuttering.
Why? This must be important. She never says more than two words to me.

“What’s up?”
I casually said as I removed the milk from the fridge.

“I ah, I ah think there’s something wrong with me.”

“Like what?” I mumbled with a spoonful of cereal in my mouth as I sat down at the table.

“With my ah, like down in my ah, like my va-jay-jay or something.”

“Oh! What do you think is wrong?”

“I don’t know. It itches and ah it smells bad, like I don’t know.”

“Did you tell your mother?”

She rolled her eyes. “No, I’m telling you. Forget it!” Sienna turned and stomped out the kitchen. She was leaving.

I jumped up and ran behind her. “Hey!” She didn’t stop heading toward the front door. I had to grab her forearm. “Sienna.” I jumped in front of her. She was tearing up. “It’s okay.” I wrapped my arms around her and pushed her head down to my shoulder. She broke down and started crying into my shoulder. “Hey, it’s okay.”

When she calmed down I lead her to the couch. I sat next to her. “What happened?”

“I think I have an STD?”

“It could be a yeast infection.”

“I had sex with this guy I didn’t know at this party after my boyfriend dumped me. I think he gave me something. I’m really scared. I’m embarrassed. You can’t tell my dad.”

“I would never tell your dad.”

Sienna exhaled. “I don’t know what to do. I smell so bad and there’s something gross leaking out of me.”

“It’s cool. I w
ill take you to my gynecologist. He’s open until two o’clock on Saturdays.”

“I don’t have an appointment.”

“I’m cool with the receptionist. I’ll tell her it’s an emergency and she fit you in. Okay.”

My words registered on her face and her worry instantly turned to relief. “Okay.”

“I’m going to call the doctor’s office and brush my teeth. Wait here. I will be right back. Okay?”

“Okay.” Sienna rested her hands in her lap.

I rushed up the stairs to make my call and throw some presentable clothing on.

It only took me twenty minutes. My ob/gyn was only five minutes away from my house in a car. We got
to the medical building in less than three minutes. We rode up the elevator to the third floor. Sienna took a seat in the waiting room of Dr. Yong Kim’s office.

I chatted with LaKeisha
the receptionist. I knew her from my job at FedEx. She worked there briefly about twelve years ago. She got a job here after she got fired from FedEx. She’s been working here ever since. She was real cool and she didn’t tell all your personal business.

Dr. Kim delivered Trey and he had been my doctor since I was twenty years old. He made you feel comfortable in the stir-ups. He asked you ten thousand questions and rubbed your legs. Some people may think that
was a form of molestation but it made me more comfortable in the cold examination room with my legs hiked up and my cootie cat on full display. Dr. Kim had been in three different offices since I started coming to him.

The more money the better and bigger the office became. He was doing his thing but he was a really good doctor as far as I was concerned.
He had a huge family picture of him, his wife and his three daughters in his office. He didn’t have any sons.

Dr. Kim was really old and I always wondered what the hell I was going to do once he retired.
He lived in the neighborhood and I even ran into Dr. Kim at the dentist a few times. I was sure he would be gentle with Sienna. I told LaKeisha that I didn’t have Sienna’s insurance information but I would bring it on Monday.

I was surprised that Sienna wanted me in the examination room with her. I sat in the chair and just listened as Dr. Kim asked her questio
ns. She had sex with three guys. I don’t know why I thought this girl was still a virgin.

Sienna was so grumpy. I would have thought a young girl having sex would be happy.
Sienna was a lot of things but happy was not one of them. She was a really good actress. She had her father fooled. Jack thought her virtue was intact. I can’t point fingers at anyone. Her excuse is she’s young. I don’t have an excuse for the things I’m doing now.

Pap smears made me nervous.
Although the speculum wasn’t inside me I still flinched when I heard it click. The good doctor smelled the long swab, put a sample under the microscope and gave Jack’s daughter the verdict. She has chlamydia.

Dr. Kim
gave a standard customary lecture about condoms and he prescribed some oral antibiotics, doxycycline. She has to take it for ten days. The examination was over fairly quickly. LaKeisha had the script put in my name so I could get it filled right away. We left the doctor’s office and went directly to Walgreens pharmacy.

Sienna was silent on the way back to my house until we pulled into the garage.

“Thanks for taking me to the doctor.”

“You’re welcome. I’m not going to tell your dad.”

“Okay
thanks, why don’t you get my dad to buy you a new car?”

“There’s nothing wrong with my car.”

“It’s old.”

“Yeah.”

“He would buy you one if you asked him. He’s in love with you.”

What? Okay. What am I supposed to say to that? “So he told you that?”

“No, I just know. I’ve known him my whole life. I can tell.”

Sienna was a riot. “I’m good with my old trusty Camry.”

“Whatever, I mean my dad has a lot of money. He must really love you to live here.”

“What d
o you mean?”

“You have a really nice house but it’s little
like super tiny. Our house is like five times the size of this one. You don’t have a pool. We have a pool. My dad loves to swim. He doesn’t even have an office here. He wants to be wherever you are so it’s pretty obvious he loves you.”