I heard a knock on the door and was jarred out of my daydream about how I ended up married to Terrence Hill and was now standing in the family quarters waiting to be alone with my husband for the first time. Completely alone.
“ Mrs. Hill, your husband should be here in about five minutes.” the guard said leaning through the doorway.
“ Thank you.” I said nervously looking around. The mobile home was shabby as hell but what did I expect? The Hilton? It was the prison system. I had gone over the approved list of items I could bring in for our weekend visit. I wasn't able to bring my own food in but Terrence was able to submit a list for us. As long as he had the money on his books everything on our list was supposed to be waiting for us so we could cook our meals together. I guess they were trying to make sure I wasn't smuggling in any type of contraband in the groceries. I packed all the personal items and toiletries I would need to bring with me making sure to find the nicest bras and panties I could.
What the hell did I even bring this shit for? We're not even going to have sex. What am I even doing here? I thought to myself wondering if it was too late for me to cancel this entire visit. The whole situation was just ridiculous. I married a nigga in jail? Conjugal visits? This is not what my life is supposed to be. Lord have Mercy! If my poor mama is looking down watching this mess right here, I know damn well she's ashamed of me.
I'd also lugged in an entire bedroom set along with pillows. All of which had to be searched by hand and ran through the scanner. The strip search was so beyond humiliating I didn't know if I'd be able to go through it again. Those horny ass guards were touching and feeling all on my panties and bras. Fuck that. I'm not going to ever go through this again. Terrence better stay his ass out of jail if he wants to stay married to me.
This damn sure better be a great visit despite the circumstances for me to ever go through this shit again. Prisoners were only allowed conjugal visits every few months anyways so we'd see how this one went. I heard a knock at the door.
“ Come in” I called out nervously.
Terrence was escorted in by the guard.
My heart sped up at the mere sight of him.
“ Okay you two enjoy your weekend. You've both been searched for contraband and from here on out the only things you need to do are this. Every six hours this phone...,”The guard said pointing to the phone in the kitchen “...as well as the phone in the bedroom will ring. Your obligation Hill,is to answer it each and every time it rings. Do you understand?”
“ I most certainly do.”
“ No screwing around Hill. If you don't answer that phone each and every time it rings guards will be here with guns within minutes. The rest of your visit will be over and you wont be eligible for any other visits and I don't just mean conjugal.” the older senior corrections officer said sternly.
“ I definitely understand Officer Richards you'll be tired of hearing my voice by the end of this visit.” Terrence said trying to contain his laughter.
I thought seeing him like this would put me at ease but I was more nervous than ever. I'm about to actually spend two nights with my husband.
“ Okay you two well,have a great weekend and see you when it's time for the night count. You still have to do that the next two nights. Someone will be here to see you at ten.” he said walking out the door.
We both stood there a few moments silently looking at one another before Terrence slowly walked over to the door and locked it.
“ I'm glad you came Dana” he said a slow smile spreading across his face. “ I appreciate it. I know it wasn't easy going through all you had to just to make it to this room.”
“ This weekend better be damn good Terrence. Checking in was the most humiliating experience I've ever gone through. I've done some things to be with you I've never even considered.”
“ I know you have. I hope by the end of the weekend you feel like I'm worth it. I keep telling you that, but I know you have to feel it for yourself. I know it's hard to see given my situation right now but trust me. Haven't I done everything I said I would and then some concerning you so far?”
“ You keep saying that...I don't know it though. You're my husband and I don't know anything about you.” I said wringing my hands together. I don't know why my palms were so sweaty all of a sudden.
“ Dana we've been married for months now. Our conversations don't mean anything to you? They've come to mean a lot to me. You know more about me than you think you do. I intend to make every minute count this weekend so you don't feel like that anymore. Can we start by me hugging and kissing my wife? I haven't kissed you since the day we got married...and I'm sorry baby but that really didn't count. You kissed me on the cheek.” Terrence said laughing.
“ All those strange people were there Terrence! Might I also add it was a week after I first laid eyes on you. The third time I'd even seen you.” I said shaking my head.
“ Well by no means just because you're here do I want you to feel pressured....,”
“ No pressure? I find that hard to believe. We're together but the clock is ticking. It's already ten minutes after nine. We don't have a minute to waste.” I was a wreck. My nerves were all over the place.
Terrence walked over to the small dinette table I was standing near until he was towering over me. I took a few nervous steps back and leaned my head back to look him in the eyes. My heart felt like it was swimming in a sea of warm, sweet chocolate just looking in his eyes but my mind was warning me to be careful. I didn't want to offend him but I couldn't help being a little bit scared and a whole lot intimidated by him. Besides even though there were guards nearby,it was my first time being all alone with him and he was a convict.
We'd spent countless hours talking over the last few months during our visits. Terrence told me about his past affiliations with selling drugs and it was still hard for me to accept the fact that was his lifestyle. I wasn't completely innocent to the ways of the world but I'd never openly associated with people who sold drugs. I didn't have a problem letting anyone know that in that regard I'd grown up sheltered and with the exception of the situation my father had put me in six months ago ,all my life I'd never wanted for anything.
“ It's not going to always be like this Dana. When I get out I hope you decide to still be my wife. I actually think this has taught me a lot. You shouldn't take the time you do have with your loved ones for granted. People should spend every minute with their loved ones as if it's their last.” Terrence said taking Dana's soft hands in his.
“ Let's just enjoy our time getting to know each other okay? No pressure. Just you and I getting to know each other a little deeper. You makin' me feel bad ma. You over here shaking an shit. I'd never hurt you Dana. I need for you to believe that about me if you don't believe nothing else.”
Dana's body sagged a little as she exhaled.
“ How do you know how to do that?”
“ What?”
“ It's like you know exactly what to say to me to make me want to know you a little more every time. I keep waiting for you to say something to make me run from this crazy ass situation we're in but it's not happening. You keep pulling me in more and more. You might just be running some crazy game on me. I hear that's what all you men in jail do anyway. You might be saying the same thing to five other women right now.” I said suddenly angry with myself. I was an idiot. Terrence jail or no jail was too goddamn fine to just be talking to me. Writing just to me. Who else was coming to visit him on the days I wasn't here?
“ That's what you really think about me Dana? When you look at me, when you come visit,after you hang up the phone from talking to me every day...sometimes twice a day. That's what you feel?Those are the only thoughts that come to your mind when you think about me is that I gotta be some low-life ass nigga sittin' in my cell writing 50 letters a day to women? To what Dana? Put money on my books? Send me pictures to jack my dick too?
I'ma say some shit to you right now that I hope I never have to say again. At this moment right now,even with me locked up Dana, you don't bring nothing to my table but you. You feel what I'm saying? I'm paying your bills to make it easy on you. That wasn't even part of our deal mind you. Not the other way around. I do that because even though I ain't never even touched you, you're still my wife and I'm a man who takes care of mine. I ain't never kissed your lips, tasted your pussy or been inside you and trust me when I say plenty niggas around here gettin' that on visiting day. I ain't never came at you like that have I? And it ain't like I don't want it from you because I damn sure do.” Terrence said stepping into my personal space leaving me nowhere to go. Nowhere to escape. Terrence literally had my back against the wall.
I felt my breath quicken with just the simple touch of his hands. I took a deep breath hoping to quell the surge of heat I could feel building at being so close to him but as I looked into his eyes I didn't see that happening anytime soon. Terrence pulled me close to him and bent down gently placing his lips on mine,his tongue parted my lips and slipped inside. I slowly melted into him,wrapping my hands around his waist, my arms seemed to have a mind of their own as they they traveled up his muscular back. Terrence's lips scattered kisses all over my jawline and then blazed a path down my neck ,my entire body was coming to life under the deliberate touch of his hands and mouth.
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