The Best TherapyPosted: May 30, 2013
first and foremost, thank all of you for your condolences. the funeral’s after party was a blast and we were HAMMERED. just like Paw-Paw would have wanted.
i learned a few hours after he’d past the news that Paw-Paw had moved to the after life. initially, i was numb. i couldn’t think coherently. i was sitting in the house, just literally sitting there thoughtless when i got a text from a friend. when she learned about Paw-Paw she told me she was on her way over. i got another text that she was a block away and i told her i had unlocked the door for her and that she could just walk in.
she fumbled at the door and Brody ran screaming at her. when the door opened Brody went into welcome mode and she greeted him. i was staring at the tv and i heard, “you look awful.” i thanked her and i could see out the corner of my eye she was removing her shirt.
then her bra.
then her shorts.
i killed the last of my beer and she walked into the kitchen and grabbed me another. i heard the can crack open and she came to me. she set the beer down and told me to get up. i stood up and she sat in my spot and she motioned for me to sit. i sat in front of her and she draped her tiny arm over my shoulder and i could feel her tiny fingers tracing my neck and head.
eventually she started kissing my neck and i told her i didn’t want do anything. she didn’t say a word to me the rest of the night. she just stayed there, nurturing me, getting me fresh beers. at some point i guess my head was bobbing and she told me to go to bed. i don’t know what time it was, but i got up as she led me to the bed-room. as i laid down she went into the living room and shut all the lights out, then joined me in bed. she draped an arm and leg around me and i drifted off drunkenly.
i woke up to a blow job.
i NEVER sleep on my back, but as i regained consciousness i knew what was being done to me.
“good to see you awake Danny.”
i didn’t say a word. eventually she was riding me and when it was done she showered me. she wanted to bathe me, but i NEVER use the tub. after i was clean, she left. yeah……she fucked me then she left. asked me my plans for the family and told me she’d pray for me and my family. saturday i went to the hospital and got my emergency leave finalized.
that was florida.
i drove into NO a different man. i wasn’t sad, i was flooded with memories of my childhood and from the last few times i came home and stayed with him. eventually NO east bled into downtown and then into metairie. KENNER, i was back home in kenner. finally i exited power and turned onto vintage. that’s when Brody came alive. he KNEW we were close to mom’s. as i drove to my mother’s house all i could do was smile as i saw the 20 cars surrounding her house. my entire family was there.
the tio’s were talking about their childhood. my cousins and i were recalling childhood memories at Paw-Paws. i was home and we were doing what my family does best……
PARTYING. exactly what Paw Paw would have wanted.
i drove to her house around 9pm. i NEVER go over there unexpected (baby daddy bullshit). she came to the door with a “what the fuck” face. i told her i was home on emergency leave because Paw-Paw died and her face dropped. she took me inside and her daughter jumped into my lap. as i tried to be playful with daughter mom finally had grandma take her into another room. we talked for a moment and she asked me about my plans. she suggested i get a room that night. i knew what she was getting at.i told her the next night would be better since i had to be up early for the funeral.
i sat watching tv at 10 am the day after the funeral. she was showering. she was chattering post-coital woman-speak that i was trying to filter out as i watched Justin Wilson deftly concoct duck stew and wild rice. she stepped out the shower and dried her hair with the towel. i finally got off the bed and walked up behind her. i was looking at her reflection in the mirror and i started brushing her hair. she dropped her head and moaned as i stroked through her long black hair.
i commented that she looked amazing and she smiled. i traced my finger along the upper ridge of her towel and undid the fold. the towel dropped to the floor. i looked into her eyes via the mirror and said, “perfection.” she looked away and smiled and continued to brush her hair. after a few minutes she told me she wanted her towel and i told her no. she said she was getting cold and gave her permission to retowel. she took the brush and began blow drying her hair.
we made plans for lunch we had one more quickie before leaving the room and returning back to life. this is the illusion of the soft harem. the sex only exists when the sex goes down. once we go back into public, it’s an unspoken thing. we’re friends, nothing more, nothing less.
she asked me if i had plans to visit any other “friends” before i left. i told her no and she scoffed. i knew what she was doing. they ALL do this. they all know there are other women, be it in this state or the state i reside, but there are other’s. you must NEVER admit to having other’s. she’s the only star in your universe. treat her as such. but they usually only mention “other’s” behind closed doors. in public……
we’re just friends. asking about other’s is crossing a line. they know it’s a breach of protocol. since she’s not my gf, she has no business nosing too deep into my affairs (no pun intended).
i feel bad for my mom. i do. she want’s nothing more for me to settle down and have a little lady and have her pop out a kid or two. but that’s just not in the cards for now, and she know’s it. the women in my family are well aware of my extracurricular activities and they roll their eyes when i mention having “something to take care of”. hell, on this very night my sister spilled the beans to mom about the girls i was fucking back in junior high and high school. mom was STUNNED.
“YOU KNEW HE WAS DOING THAT!!!!!” she screamed at my sister. the table of woman my mom dances with erupted in laughter. mom’s mouth and eyes were wide open. my sister nodded and asked how she DIDN’T know. i was red-faced and my sides were hurting from me laughing. hell, even i thought she had a clue.
despite my loss, my sorrow, my grieving…..i have to be thankful that the women in life (family and “friend”) are good at taking care of me. and they apparently love doing it. me and my cousin Cherie (she used to babysit me and my sis) did a ton of talking and drinking after the funeral, she’s a GREAT woman and it was good to be there for her as she was also there for me. i’m truly blessed. again, thanks for the well wishes guys…..you rock a fat ass.
one of Paw-Paw’s fave’s…..