I Contact ~~ Part Two

Its like being told u are not eligible to breathe, or what day u will die, the ache heavy, the image like a wet painting destroyed by water. What had just taken place now made perfect sense, she had taken out her phone and threatened to call me, he finally agreed to do so himself. She had known about me? Why had I not known about her. As he waited to receive my salutation with the phone to his ear she nibbled playfully pleased by his obedience. Had she promised him dessert? Im sure this was one of the late nights out with Andre' or bingo with Mrs. Creighton, and he had called to say so. The lies. The memorized soundwaves and the tone of his truth reverberated through the darkest regions of my mind to find a resting place, they had never settled. My intuition would not allow them to. A disappointed look swept his face, the declined call unexpected and unusual. He slid his hand up her thigh to calm her uneasy expression...she had noticed his frustrated reaction as well. His repertoire bold but skeptical. The unnatural habitat. I had been in a clouded realm of deceit oblivious to his guises and double sidedness, his sex so mediocre. The routine the same. Synchronized as a necessity to embrace the spurious matrimony, why was he even still there. Was he afraid of the alimony? How so? His voice traveled alongside the walls reflecting off of the flowing fountain, mixed with the cacophony of other voices fraternizing with this bitch. He would call again soon. She licked her lips, he watched seductively and loosened his tie. He leaned toward her, I called. Declined. I'll be back, going to the little boys room, he said momentarily.

I noticed how she had not checked in with her significant other when given the opportunity, and how the boldness of her demeanor somehow said she was taken and threatened men as they glanced at her. They immediately detoured their gazes in search of her partner. Her face, a mural of deception.

It rang.

'Hello Lamont' I answered...

The tone of his voice sweet and manipulating, his conversation bribing and malice.

'Ma wants to go to Bingo Babe, Ill be home after 11.'

'Ok I said before asking...have u eaten?'

'No he replied, I stopped by Quizno's for lunch...'

The lobster tail had not counted...

'Drive safe,' I said.

The gratitude of his accomplished mission evident as he strolled back to where she sat, eyeing the booth I sat in. She fumbled for her coat. He leaned forward and kissed her triumphantly.

'We have to go,' she said, 'she's here...'

'Who?' He inquired.

'Karma, your little slut she mouthed swiftly...'

His sudden attentiveness battled his doubt, 'Let's just leave' he suggested as if it hadn't already been.

He hadn't saw me, and was sure she had just mistaken someone else for me. He put on her coat, and laid 2 one hundred dollar bills on the table. The relaxation of her shoulders indicated he had said something to convince her different of what she knew to be true. Her nervousness could be seen in her knees, but why so shaken? Was I a threat? Had she wondered what he had really saw in her? She hadn't had the attractiveness that could keep a man content, yet dominant in her demeanor.

As valet delivered the Maserati, I watched as they prepared to get inside. She turned around and looked in the window as he directed her head toward the car. I had moved to a table.

It was now time for me to find out where they met up for their rendezvous...

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"Its like being told u are not eligible to breathe, or what day u will die, the ache heavy, the image like a wet painting destroyed by water. What had just taken place now made perfect sense, she had taken out her phone and threatened to call me, he finally agreed to do so himself. She had known about me? Why had I not known about her. As he waited to receive my salutation with the phone to his ear she nibbled playfully pleased by his obedience. Had she promised him dessert? Im sure this was one of the late nights out with Andre' or bingo with Mrs. Creighton, and he had called to say so. The lies. The memorized soundwaves and the tone of his truth reverberated through the darkest regions of my mind to find a resting place, they had never settled. My intuition would not allow them to. A disappointed look swept his face, the declined call unexpected and unusual. He slid his hand up her thigh to calm her uneasy expression...she had noticed his frustrated reaction as well. His repertoire bold but skeptical. The unnatural habitat. I had been in a clouded realm of deceit oblivious to his guises and double sidedness, his sex so mediocre. The routine the same. Synchronized as a necessity to embrace the spurious matrimony, why was he even still there. Was he afraid of the alimony? How so? His voice traveled alongside the walls reflecting off of the flowing fountain, mixed with the cacophony of other voices fraternizing with this bitch. He would call again soon. She licked her lips, he watched seductively and loosened his tie. He leaned toward her, I called. Declined. I'll be back, going to the little boys room, he said momentarily.

I noticed how she had not checked in with her significant other when given the opportunity, and how the boldness of her demeanor somehow said she was taken and threatened men as they glanced at her. They immediately detoured their gazes in search of her partner. Her face, a mural of deception.

It rang.

'Hello Lamont' I answered...

The tone of his voice sweet and manipulating, his conversation bribing and malice.

'Ma wants to go to Bingo Babe, Ill be home after 11.'

'Ok I said before asking...have u eaten?'

'No he replied, I stopped by Quizno's for lunch...'

The lobster tail had not counted...

'Drive safe,' I said.

The gratitude of his accomplished mission evident as he strolled back to where she sat, eyeing the booth I sat in. She fumbled for her coat. He leaned forward and kissed her triumphantly.

'We have to go,' she said, 'she's here...'

'Who?' He inquired.

'Karma, your little slut she mouthed swiftly...'

His sudden attentiveness battled his doubt, 'Let's just leave' he suggested as if it hadn't already been.

He hadn't saw me, and was sure she had just mistaken someone else for me. He put on her coat, and laid 2 one hundred dollar bills on the table. The relaxation of her shoulders indicated he had said something to convince her different of what she knew to be true. Her nervousness could be seen in her knees, but why so shaken? Was I a threat? Had she wondered what he had really saw in her? She hadn't had the attractiveness that could keep a man content, yet dominant in her demeanor.

As valet delivered the Maserati, I watched as they prepared to get inside. She turned around and looked in the window as he directed her head toward the car. I had moved to a table.

It was now time for me to find out where they met up for their rendezvous...