Free Marriage Mayhem by Samuel L. Hair

would not speak to Karen, but would always speak to the kids, because, after all, they were totally innocent and had nothing to do with their mother’s actions or past. Karen sensed the change in Denise’s and Maurice’s attitudes, but tried her best to deal with it even though she found it very hard to do. Karen had always been an outspoken person who had also always been the type of person who didn’t take any form of disrespect from anyone. Even though she was just a wee bit taller than four feet, she had the roar of a lion. She mentioned how she felt about the recent attitudes to Jermaine, but being the calm, peaceful man that he was, he would say things to try and pacify her.
    â€œSoon we’ll be out of there, sweetheart. Just hang in there the best you can without being disrespectful and without doing anything to tick them off.”
    â€œI’m trying to, baby, but believe me, it’s hard. Your daughter can be a real bitch when she wants to, and where I come from, bitches get dealt with. She looks at me sometimes like she hates me. She’ll look right at me, and then turn up her nose without saying anything, and walk away. The only time she says anything to me is when the kids have broken something, or if one of them hit Cordell, or if they’re making too much noise when they’re playing. I don’t know why she has a sudden change toward me,” she lied. “But I don’t like it and I can’t take too much more of it. Anyway, my uncle called and he’s not feeling any better at all. Once we move into the house I think I’ll go and nurse him for a few days, since no one else in my family seems to give a damn about him,” she lied. She had recently promised Tyrone some of her time. Besides she craved his penis and it was now time to once again satisfy her needs.
    â€œOkay, baby, that’s fine, as long as you keep in touch with me.”
    â€œDon’t worry, I will. Drive safe, baby, and have a great trip. Keep your eyes on the road, but keep your mind on Jesus.” She was now ready to get the hell out of Denise’s apartment.
    Setting aside being slapped and cursed out by Tyrone, and more so overlooking what he’d done to Maurice, Karen made her way to Los Angeles to scratch her itch.
    Once the kids had fallen asleep, Tyrone had immediately initiated an argument with Karen. She had come for sex, but he wanted to be heard. “I’m tired of this shit, shorty!” Tyrone yelled, pointing his finger in Karen’s face. “Tired of what, Tyrone? I’m living up to my promise even after you’ve hit me, and after what you done to Maurice. What more do you want? Besides, I didn’t come all the way from Lancaster to argue with you, I came to spend some quality time with you. Calm down, baby, and let’s get busy while the kids are asleep,” insisted Karen, ready for what she’d been missing.
    â€œThere you go again with that bullshit, shorty! All you want me for is my goddamn dick! I want you to be my woman, not my fuckin’ sex toy!”
    â€œTyrone, how many times do we have to go through this shit? I’m marrying Jermaine. What part of that don’t you understand?”
    â€œNone of it! I had you first, and I ain’t into sharin’!”
    â€œCan we at least get our groove on before we start arguing?” She eased up to him and began rubbing his penis. She then led him to the bathroom, unzipped his pants, and began slowly sucking him, wanting it to get rock hard. Three minutes later he came in her mouth and went limp. He then attempted to zip his pants, but she stopped him.
    â€œAw, hell no! Give me what I came for and nothin’ less,” Karen demanded, pulling down his pants. Then she began sucking it again, trying to make it fully erect.
    â€œWe gotta talk, shorty, and I mean right goddamn now!” He pushed her down and then pulled up his pants.
    â€œWhy did you push