“Where is the lime?” He demanded out loud. I saw the man’s shoulders slump forward slightly with sudden realization on his face.
“I forgot it,” he said in almost a whisper. Still looking at the ground, he began to tremble slightly as Master Jason sighed in an exaggerated fashion.
“Kendra, Leila, this is, well I call him Bitch,” he smiled at this statement. I could see a devious twinkle in his eye as he reached into his pocket. “You are to refer to him as such,” he ordered us. I was not too sure how to respond as I was not used to being commanded by someone.
I decided I would play it safe and wear jeans and a tank top, but take a light jacket just in case. I left my crazy blonde locks to fall as they wanted. Grabbing my books, I started for the kitchen.
“Didn’t want to get out of bed?” Raine asked handing me coffee in a travel mug.
“No, stupid clock broke this time. I have no idea how you can be so peppy in the morning.” I pulled out the Pop Tarts and offered her one.
She took the Pop Tart and took a bite. “It’s easy.”
“How so? I really need some pointers on liking mornings.”
“I don’t know, you just get up and force yourself to deal instead turning into a slug like you do. Now, let’s go. I’m riding with you today, I’m out of gas.”
I grabbed my coffee and books with my Pop Tart hanging out of my mouth and walked out the door.
I tossed my books in and got behind the wheel. “What are you waiting for?”
“I’m seriously afraid of your car.” She looked creeped out. She was holding her books to her chest, just staring at my car.
“Why would you be afraid of my car?”
“It’s a mess, Riley. Have you ever cleaned it out?”
“Shut up and get in.” I shook my head and started the engine.
“What a foolish little brother,” someone sighed and she flinched as an eerie white mist enveloped them. The strange haze combusted as it imploded into a brilliant white light that crept into every dark corner, shattering the demons glamor and sending them plummeting back into reality. Her arms went up to shield her eyes as the sound of metal on metal met her ears, the demons roar sending fear and an inkling of relief skittering down her spine. The light seeped out of the room as if had never been there at all and her eyes immediately went to search the area for signs of their attacker. But the demon was gone. And in its place stood a tall, extremely handsome man that–to her complete and utter surprise–greatly resembled Kaizer. His hair fell around his ears, a rich chestnut brown that sifted around his fingers as he settled it back into place. His brows furrowed as he frowned down at them and something told her it wasn’t an expression he made often. His eyes were a shocking silver, the mercurial pigment melting into a guarded, warm, brown that both terrified and comforted her.
As they checked out and loaded the painting supplies into the cart and headed to the car, the three women were approached by a fifty-something year old black woman with cropped short hair and a missing tooth in the front-bottom of her mouth. “Ma’am, ‘cuse me, sorry to bother you, but imma needin’ some help, missus any change you could-”
“Get away from me, you filthy animal!” Sister Jolley screeched. “You sure as shit do need help, but you ain’t gettin’ none from me. Now go on home before someone comes along and beats your black ass!” Did that really just come out of……
Those were the highlights of my days, in pink in my spreadsheet. And the thing is, having kids is not like when a man leaves you. In that crisis scenario, you are left with the hope that you can start again. In the kids scenario, you cannot put them back up your vagina where they came from. It’s done. Permanent. And people without kids resent when you tell them that not having kids is a selfish choice. Maybe they are right. But for sure, once you have kids, it is much more difficult to be selfish. You have seen my spreadsheet, and I was one that used to take pride in my endurance threshold. I had worked in investment banking! I was one that constantly gave my best shot at things. But you have seen what my days were like. Unworkable.
And the nights. The nights were purgatory, constantly waiting to be admitted to hell. Admissions were random………
Among the same group’s membership was General Edwin Walker. Walker used his military office to aid his own political interests. He publicly handed out John Birch Society literature to American troops. His propaganda labeled President John F. Kennedy and some of his appointees as Communist sympathizers. This was an attempt to associate John F. Kennedy with Soviet ideals and programs.
Within a matter of seconds, I went from feeling utter discomfort to finding the place where I was meant to be. He turned me to face him and brushed a soft kiss to my lips for what seemed like a wonderful eternity. “Dyl, I’m so glad you came. I’m not ready to leave you yet.” I answered with a small peck to his lips then he led me to his room.
He placed my bag on his bed and walked into the adjoining bathroom. I started to pull out my silk boxers and tank top, to sleep in for the night when I felt his presence behind me. He wrapped one arm around my waist, nuzzling my neck. It caused a giggle to erupt from my throat. “I could listen to that all day” he said continuing his precious torture.
“They can read our minds. Exactly! I would like any of you to tell me how we can successfully fight an opponent that can read our minds. An opponent who so far has shown no weakness to our weapons of war. And more than that, let us say we find a way to kill them and win, what then? Do we wait the next fifty to sixty years until the remnants of humanity dies out? Do we destroy these mutants and watch the human race go into extinction?
“And what of this nation. How does our government survive if there are no more children? Who will obey the laws or care about the next day if people understand that there is no hope for a future? I made an oath to protect and defend the U.S. Constitution and implied in that oath is the necessity that there is someone left to govern. Someone must be alive to govern or our way of life is truly at an end.