Free God's Gift to Women by MICHAEL BAISDEN Page B

go down to the cafeteria and get some of that delicious chicken and dumplings. We probably won’t have another soul food day until Black History Month.”
    Terri grabbed her purse and turned off the lights. Before she walked out the door, she stopped and turned to Janet.
    “You know, it’s kinda funny how things work out in life,” Terri said.
    “What do you mean?”
    “I make my living talking to couples about their relationships and sex issues.”
    “What’s so funny about that?”
    “I haven’t been in a relationship or had good sex for more than a year.” Terri walked over and picked up
The Maintenance Man
from her desk. “I think I’ll look at this during lunch. Maybe I can get some tips on how to get my tires rotated and oil changed. I need a serious tune-up.”
    “Tune-up?” Janet said. “Hell, I need an overhaul!”

Chapter 11
     
    I WAS ALREADY feeling uneasy as I walked toward Olivia’s suite. “This is a bad move, Julian,” I said to myself. I didn’t want to make the mistake of having sex with her again, especially after that emotional breakdown. That was a dead giveaway that there were some unresolved issues. Maybe I would have been more compassionate if I wanted a serious relationship, but Olivia didn’t possess that wholesome appeal that I was accustomed to in a woman. It was purely a sexual attraction. As the saying goes, there’s the type of woman you take to bed and there’s the type you take home to mama. Olivia was definitely the bedroom type. I made that determination within the first five minutes of our conversation—most men do.
    I should have turned my horny ass around and went home, but I was confident that my hormones were under control. After I took a deep breath, I knocked on the door.
    “Just a second!” she yelled.
    When the door swung open, I knew I was in trouble. Olivia was wrapped in a small white towel that barely covered her breasts. Her hair was dripping wet and slicked back.
    “Hi, Julian, it’s nice to see you again. Come on in.”
    She gave me a firm hug that lasted longer than it should have. I practically had to push her away to get free. I sat down at the desk and laid out the books I had purchased along with a notepad and two pens.
    “So, let’s get to work.”
    Olivia stood at the door for a moment stunned by my lack of affection. I’m sure she was expecting a repeat performance of Saturday night.
    “Sorry I’m not dressed. I didn’t expect you to get here so fast,” she said while walking toward the bathroom. “Just give me a second and I’ll slip something on.”
    “No problem, take your time.”
    “So, are you settled into your new place yet?”
    “Sort of. We still have a lot of unpacking to do once the movers arrive from Chicago.”
    “How does your daughter like it?”
    “She loves it, especially the swimming pool and the piano I bought her.”
    “Your daughter plays piano?”
    “She hasn’t started taking lessons yet, but she seems to have a talent for it. That was the main reason I moved to the Sugar-land area. The school she’s enrolled in has the best music program in the city.”
    “I play the piano myself. Maybe I can give her a few tips.”
    I didn’t respond. I just looked out the window admiring the view and kept talking.
    “So, how long are you gonna be in town?”
    “Just a couple of days,” she yelled from the bathroom. “I’m sure I’ll get what I came for by then.”
    When I turned around from looking out the window, I noticed the bathroom door had been left open. I could see Olivia’s naked reflection through the closet door mirror as she rubbed lotion over her body. I felt like a Peeping Tom watching her stroking her smooth brown skin. She seemed to be masturbatingas she squeezed her breasts one at a time, then let them slide out of her tight grip. She did it over and over until her nipples became flushed and hard. Then she sat down on the toilet and spread her legs apart. She propped her left leg on the