Free Going Down by Roy Glenn Page B

reception is bad in here.”
    “How long y’all gonna be there.”
    “I don’t know. Why, you wanna do something?”
    “Yes.”
    “I should make it to the house”—I looked at my watch—“at about eighty thirty. I’ll change and we’ll go do something. Have a drink, see a movie, something like that.”
    “I’ll see you when you get here.”
    After I hung up with Angelique, I tried to call Lana but she didn’t answer. I had a couple more drinks with Tee and headed for the house. I made it there at eight forty, which made Angelique very happy. Usually when I give her a time, I show up about an hour, sometimes two hours, later.
    We had a nice quiet evening. Angelique had cooked dinner and waited to eat with me. After dinner we talked about the Bandexx deal and watched a little television, before heading for the bedroom. Angelique took a shower and then I took mine. When I got out of the shower and got in the bed, I kissed her goodnight and was surprised when Angelique took it a step further.
    I love kissing her. Like I said, Angelique is a phenomenal kisser. There was so much passion in her kiss. More than I had ever experienced before or since. If only the rest of our sex was as intense as that, I would be in heaven.
    Angelique turned off the TV, which is always the first step before we do it. She has to have complete darkness in the room when we have sex, so doin’ it at any time during the day is out of the question. Angelique sat up in the bed and took off her nightgown, and we begin to make love. She opened her legs and I crawled in between them and eased myself inside her slowly.
    Angelique and I kiss the entire time that I’m inside her. Our tongues glide effortlessly in and out of each other’s mouths. Despite it being quick and unadventurous, Angelique has the best pussy. It is always dipping wet and it feels like it was contoured perfectly for my dick. That fact alone makes making love to my beautiful wife so good, each time we do it. If only it could last longer.
    I’ve tried to condition my mind to focus on the fact that it feels so good and be satisfied with that, but it only makes me want more. While we make love, I try not to watch the clock, but I always seem to. Ten minutes is normal and anything that approaches fifteen is great. That night, our lovemaking lasted all of twelve minutes before Angelique pushed me off of her and rolled over. I held her tightly, with my dick rock hard, and pressed up against her luscious ass. Ten minutes later, Angelique was fast asleep, but once again I was wide-awake and thoroughly unsatisfied.
     

Chapter Eight

Chris
     
    I walked out of Technical Management Group bringing closure to a day I would never forget, but I would damn sure try to. It began first thing that morning when I woke up, late. It was eight thirty and the morning meeting began at nine. While getting dressed, I banged my knee against the bed. “That shit hurt like a muthafucka.” But thirteen minutes later I was in the car and away. Traffic was heavier than usual that late in rush hour. Partly because I-20 was thick with the Georgia State Patrol and the rubberneckers were out in force, slowing down to look every time they saw blue lights flashing. Since exploiting the HOV lane was out of the question, I arrived in time to catch everyone coming out of the meeting.
    The job had been one disaster after another almost since the first day I signed the contract. I remember how optimistic I was when I first got the contract. I was riding with Tavarus the Sunday afternoon before the job started. “So what’s up with this new gig you got, Chris?”
    “The name of the company is TMG , Technical Management Group; Angelique turned me on to them. It’s a data center facility used to house computer systems and associated components like telecommunications and storage systems,” I said to him and explained what they do.
    “You know about that?”
    “Enough to be dangerous. I can run some diagnostic