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Danielle
While stirring a pot of spaghetti sauce, a smile
curled Danielle’s lips. Everything was going to be all right with all of them. Kayla had Jermaine, she had Calvin, and Renee was on her way home to her big house, her husband, and their new swinger lifestyle. Shaking her head, Danielle was still stunned by that confession. What was surprising was that as much as Renee messed around on her husband, you would think that she would be down for the idea. Instead, all of it made Renee a little uncomfortable. She wanted to have her cake and eat it, too. Hell, she even wanted ice cream and caramel topping. So, it probably had pissed her off to discover she couldn’t always have what she wanted, and even when she got it, she took the risk of someone else wanting the same kind of things—that someone being her husband. At breakfast, Danielle didn’t have a chance to ask Renee what she was planning to do about her husband’s newly discovered fetish. Personally, she believed it was finally time for Renee to make some decisions about her future.
Danielle carried a boiling pot of spaghetti over to the sink and poured it in the strainer. Life couldn’t be better. She was even starting to get excited about her grandbaby, even if Ron was the father. But that was neither here nor there. At least the baby would have good hair. She chuckled at the crazy thought. Somehow, she had to focus on the positive things and forget the others. Ever since Portia had returned home, they had been getting along beautifully, and were both making an effort to work together as a team. Portia had been doing her chores without waiting to be asked and was even preparing dinner on occasion. Yep, life was good. She even had a loving and attentive man who knew how to treat a woman. Calvin was a blessing from God, and she would definitely be a fool to let a good man like him go. They were leaving for St. Louis on Friday and she could hardly contain her excitement.
As she drained the pasta, her lips curled upward as she reminisced about the previous evening. They had finally made love again and it was definitely worth telling her girlfriends about it over breakfast. Calvin could hold his own.
Danielle turned the burner under the spaghetti sauce on low, then went up to Portia’s room to tell her it was time for dinner. After knocking on her door and not getting an answer, she turned the knob and stepped in and found the room empty. Hearing water running in the bathroom at the end of the hall, she realized Portia was taking a shower.
Seeing dirty towels on the floor, she instinctively walked over and picked them up. No wonder she couldn’t find half her towels, she thought wearily. They were here, buried in Portia’s room. Danielle frowned. Portia had been doing a fabulous job of keeping the house clean, but her room was another story altogether.
Picking up a gold bath towel, she heard something drop. Looking down, Danielle spotted a small, leather-bound book. She reached for it, flipped it over, and realized it was Portia’s journal. Staring at it, she was tempted to open it, but she tried to respect her daughter’s privacy. Danielle stood there, listened for the water, and after several seconds convinced herself she was the mother and she had a right to know what her teenaged daughter was up to.
“I’ll look at just one entry, then I’ll put it down,” she murmured to herself, then flipped to the center of the book.
I saw Ron's dick today. He wasn’t too happy that I walked in on him, so I played it off and stepped out of the bathroom. I’ve never seen a penis with the skin still on it. But dang, it was big! I promise you; I’m going to get some of that before the school year’s over.
Stunned, Danielle flipped forward several more pages.
Tomorrow my mother is working evenings and I plan to finally make my move on Ron. The plan is to come running out my room naked, pretending I saw a spider.
Fingers shaking, she turned the page.
I can’t believe Ron rejected me. Even after I told him I loved him, he tossed it back in my face and said he loved my mama, not me, and that I needed to find a boy my own age. I hate him! I hate him. Just wait, I’m going to get him back.
Danielle flipped until she found an entry dated the day after she had put Ron out.
Well, my plan worked. Mom believed me over Ron and put his butt out. Hee-hee! You should have seen his face. That’s what he gets for treating me that way. Now Mama thinks I’m pregnant by him when I’m really carrying Demetrius’s baby. Yuck! That was the worst sex I’ve ever had. Too bad the rape story didn’t work. I sure hope my baby comes out looking like me.
Danielle dropped the journal to the floor and stood there for die longest time, stunned.
