Free The California Saga by Chunichi Page B

Know that you are more than likely not the only female in his life. Nine times out of ten, he has a wife at home, which makes you a mistress. Never compete with the home front. Don’t smother him. You will receive monetary support and gifts for the lack of attention. And, last but not least, satisfy your man sexually. Have a huge sexual appetite, learn what turns him on and off, and be prepared to fill his every fantasy. You want to do everything that his wife or the next girl won’t do. So if that means threesomes, sucking dick, licking ass or fucking in the ass, be prepared and willing to do it.” I ran down the dos and don’ts like I wrote the manual.
    â€œDamn, it’s that serious, huh? I think I got it, though. I’m gonna put it to the test in Atlanta. I’ll let you know if it works.”
    â€œIt’s foolproof, baby,” I assured her. “I promise you, if executed correctly, it will work.”
    â€œOh, I know. If anybody knows how to get a man or woman, it’s you. Hell, you even got the power to get straight bitches.” Sasha somehow managed to turn this conversation around to talk about Shakira.
    â€œBlah, blah, blah, blah,” I sang to cut her off. “I’m not trying to hear that shit. This is your last day here. You supposed to be over here fucking me like you will never get another piece of pussy in life.” I knew that would grab her attention.
    â€œThat’s why I was calling. I want to spend my last hours with you. Are you going to come get me?”
    â€œIs everything in order?” I asked, to be sure she had mended all her loose ends.
    â€œYep. They closed on the house today. The family I sold the furniture to came and got the last of it yesterday. I dropped off my truck this morning, and the boys have already made it to Georgia.” Sasha ran down everything to me.
    â€œOkay, I’m on my way.” I hung up the phone, freshened up, and headed out the door. Thirty minutes later, I was in front of her house. Sasha hopped in, and I put the truck in drive to pull off.
    â€œWait.” Sasha placed her hand on top of mine at the gearshift.
    I put the truck back in park. “What’s wrong?”
    Sasha didn’t respond. She just stared at her house.
    â€œDid you forget something?” I asked, confused by her actions.
    Again she didn’t say anything, but she did shake her head no. I had a feeling that something was really wrong. I gently grabbed her by her chin and turned her toward me. And, just as I’d thought, tears were rolling down her eyes. I didn’t say a word. I just grabbed her and hugged her tight. I listened as she cried hysterically.
    â€œThis is my house, Jewel,” she said, forcing out the words. “This is all I had left. Now I have nothing, absolutely nothing. No car, no furniture, no home, nothing. All I have is a shitload of dance costumes and heels, and a single suitcase of daily clothes.”
    Damn , I thought to myself, she doesn’t deserve this . I truly felt bad for her.
    â€œBaby, I wish I could make it all right,” I told her. “Look, before you know it, things will be better. Just go to Atlanta and stack your dough. When you get a little saved up, I’ll put it in the right places and make things happen.”
    â€œOkay, baby.” Sasha wiped her tears away, and I pulled off.
    It wasn’t until I got home that I realized I was really gonna miss Sasha.
    The next couple of hours were spent in pure ecstasy. Sasha had made me feel things I’d never felt before and in places I’ve never felt before. I’d never felt such pleasure in my life. She definitely left her mark.
    As she was washing up to prepare to leave, I went through my dresser drawers and my closet and collected things I knew she would like. When she came out the bathroom, I had a number of jeans, dresses, shirts and bags waiting for her.
    â€œToo bad you don’t wear my shoe