Chapter Eleven

Jeremy

Late Saturday night I called Cynthia on the phone number she left with Billingsley. Deeply ashamed, I apologized for the way I had acted this morning and I told her I hoped I had not jeopardized our relationship by my crazy behavior. She told me not to worry about it and put my mind at ease. She said she felt even closer to me now after I opened up to her. I thanked her for removing the broken mower and told her how nice it is to look out of my bedroom window and not be constantly reminded of the death of my father. I mentioned how I felt she was a healing presence in my life and she told me how she felt the same way. She sounded so excited on the phone. She had just got on the scale and had lost fifteen pounds since starting a diet last Monday, the day we met at Starbucks. She was planning on doing twice a day workouts at the Gold’s Gym to get herself into the best shape of her life. She had just started a fast, using purified water, lemon, maple syrup and a pinch of ground cayenne pepper. I told her how happy I was that we met and how I thought we were having a positive effect on each other’s lives, as friends and lovers. I suggested that we get together later in the week so I could take her shopping for new clothes to fit the new trim body. We made arrangements to meet at the Express clothing store at Montgomery Mall around 6PM Tuesday evening. She said she finished her workout at 5:30, so 6PM was perfect.

Next, I called Sapphire on her cell, hoping we might be able to get together soon, but it went right through to her voicemail. I kept thinking of her lovely breasts with her hooped nipple rings, an image that I thought about hundreds if not thousands of times a day. I kept thinking about the hot sex we had in the Pleasure Room and longed for the next moment we could explore our dominant/submissive relationship. If not for my attachment to Cynthia and Eve, I would have already developed an unhealthy fixation on Sapphire and most likely have pushed her away with my emotional neediness. I was happy to have three women to share my life with and my love.

I was concerned for Sapphire’s health after she called herself a crack whore. However horrible it may sound, my first thought was to give Sapphire what she needed, to stop her from rejecting me, even if it meant enabling her drug addiction. I made a vow to myself to be stronger around Sapphire. I had already formed an unhealthy attachment to her, similar to the one I had with Debbie.

Soon after the separation with my ex-wife I realized that I’d been in a dysfunctional Co-Dependent relationship with her. I started religiously going to Co-Dependent Anonymous meetings every Monday from 5-6PM. I don’t really believe in a Higher Power, but I’ve gone ever Monday since my divorce to feel less alone and to listen to the stories of other people working through their issues.

I hoped Sapphire’s addiction to crack cocaine wasn’t true. I texted her an invitation to come over to my home for dinner Wednesday evening at 6, promising I would let her study. I was happy to receive a text back from Sapphire that she would be happy to come for dinner Wednesday night.

So with Sapphire, Cynthia and Eve, I found three lovely women to join my Harem. If their schedules permitted, I would be able to meet each of them once a week for private sessions in order to build the trust between us, while continuing to meet all three every Friday night as a group. I decided to remove my posting on the Adult Friend Finders website.

I got another text from Sapphire that read, “Be ready to party with me.” I’ll need to fight off the impulse to buy her drugs, I thought to myself. Would I be able to? Am I strong enough? I wasn’t sure…

I woke up Sunday morning feeling refreshed and looking forward to the day for the first time in months. Even though I wasn’t a big fan of church and hadn’t been to one since the day Evelyn saw me there, I couldn’t wait to see Eve again. I retrieved the note she left me with the name and address of where she worshipped, the Presbyterian Church of Christ.

I showered, shaved, slapped on some cologne and took my tea from Billingsley to go. I thought I would surprise her by showing up a tad early. In the note she said she would be teaching Sunday school from 9:30 to 10:30 and the regular church service would start at 11, so I could meet her a few minutes early to get a seat for the main service. I pulled up; parked and arrived at the church in Bethesda at about 10:15.

I heard a hymn being sung and looked over the parishioner’s heads from the back of the chapel, each person holding a hymnal and standing rather stiffly. I wandered down a long wide corridor looking for Eve, peeking into each doorway and empty meeting room as I walked by. About half-way down the hallway there was a long glass window built into the wall and I saw her in the Sunday school classroom, surrounded by playing children. She looked much different than before. I spied on her, undetected from the doorway. She was kneeling with her back to me, interacting playfully with a group of children. She was wearing a very sexy sweater dress that clung to the contours of her body. The hem of her tight dress rode up the back of her thighs. She must have had on the G-String panties I had given her, since the flesh of her firm perfectly rounded cheeks were completely exposed to my view. I became immediately and painfully aroused, ogling her. Eve wore the stripper heels I bought for her and she had let down her long silky blond hair so it cascaded in ringlets all the way down to the small of her back. As she played with the children, the thought crossed my mind that Eve would make an excellent mother. Suddenly, as if sensing my presence, she looked over her shoulder and saw me leering at her through the window. Eve gave a toy to a crying child to comfort him. She stood up, pulled down slightly on the hem of her dress and slowly turned around…