Miasha: Secret Society

Carolyn started to cry a little.

“They put the gun in his mouth and blew the back of his brains out, then they dumped his body in the woods off the highway. The police say if they would have found his body a minute later the animals probably would have eaten it.”

“Did he have a funeral?” I asked.

Carolyn wiped her eyes and yelled, “Marisol! Da me el papel de el frigorífico. ”

The girl brought her mother an obituary and returned to the kitchen.

“This is from the funeral. It was Saturday. They cremated him. His wife held a small memorial in Claymont,” she informed me.

“Wife?” I blurted.

Carolyn schooled me. “Ju know what Omar was into, right? Ju know how he lived. He had lots of girls. You think you were the only one, you crazy. That’s why he bought so many cars and nice things, to keep all of you quiet, ju know that.”

I just listened. She was right. I did know what O was into, just not as much as I thought I knew. I could have never guessed he was married.

“What about his house, can anyone get inside?” I asked, thinking about Tina’s advice.

“Which one?”

“The one near here,” I said.

“Oh, no, the police went there already and cleaned it out. It’s boarded up now. He didn’t have a stash there anyways,” she said, hipped to my thoughts.

“No, he kept his stash in a safety box in one of them banks downtown. Only his wife has access to that. And he only stashed money here for me and my daughter, nothing for his girlfriends,” she concluded.

“I been getting calls from his udder girlfriends in Philly, but they not nice like you. They curse me out for telling them this stuff, for telling them the truth. But they need to hear it. They need to know that he’s gone and he’s not coming back and they need to find somebody else to take care of them.”

I listened to everything Carolyn said. I took heed too. I had gotten closure, and now it was time for me to move on.

“Thank you so much,” I said as I was walking out of the door.

“Ju welcome,” Carolyn said. “Oh, here, ju can have this.” She handed me Omar’s obituary.

I took it and thanked her again. I got into my truck and drove off. I didn’t cry. I actually felt better. At least I knew O had had a funeral and he was at peace.

Iwas in desperate need of a vacation when Tina called to invite me to Cancún with her, Derrek, and Terry. I accepted without hesitating, and flew to Los Angeles on a Tuesday morning. That afternoon, Tina and I did some shopping on Rodeo for the trip. Derrek had given Tina a credit card with a $20,000 limit. We spent it in two hours. That’s not surprising on Rodeo, where one item can cost as much as 20 Gs. We bought two pairs of sandals from Christian Louboutin and three from Louis Vuitton. We bought Versace and Dior bathing suits. We bought a pair of sunglasses for just about every outfit. Tina bought a $600 Anna Sui jacket just for the plane. It was refreshing shopping like that. It put me right where I needed to be emotionally.

Terry was already in Mexico on business, closing a deal on some investment properties in Puerto Vallarta. We were to meet him in Cancún on Wednesday. We expected it to be hot and steamy, but when we arrived we were surprised by how beautiful it was. We checked in at the Moon Palace, a gorgeous, prestigious resort. It was like a fairy tale driving through the big iron gates and having our names checked at the entrance. The marble floors and high ceilings were luxurious.

“ Hola, welcome to the Moon Palace,” a short, stocky Mexican man said as he gave us a cup half filled with red juice.

This was star treatment, I thought. We got our keys and caught a golf cart over to our suites. We had presidential suites. They were huge like houses. They had hammocks on the balconies that overlooked the pretty, tranquil ocean. It was like heaven. Terry wasn’t scheduled to arrive from Puerto Vallarta until that evening, so I had my suite all to myself. Tina and Derrek said they were going to take a nap for a while and meet up with me when Terry arrived around seven. The first thing I did was get into the Jacuzzi. It was so relaxing, something I very much needed.

Knock, knock.

“Who is it?” I yelled, not feeling like getting out of the warm, bubbly water.

“Bags,” the little Mexican voice yelled.

“Come in, please,” I yelled back.

Two short Mexican men entered my suite with a cart filled with my luggage. They unloaded the cart and placed my bags neatly along an empty wall in the foyer. I instructed them to take twenty dollars from my pants that I had lying on the floor and sent them on their way.

At a quarter to six, I heard the knob to my suite door turning. I sat up in the king-sized bed and looked toward the door. It was Terry.

“Heeey,” he said with a huge happy-to-see-you smile on his face.

He was carrying a black briefcase, and a sports jacket was draped across his arm. I jumped up and ran over to him to greet him with a big hug.

“Long time no see,” I whispered in his ear as we hugged each other tight.

I was not at all happy about seeing him, but it was the least I could do for his treating me to such a beautiful vacation.

Terry dropped his jacket to the floor and proceeded to put his briefcase in the safe.

“So how was the flight?” he asked, walking away from me.

“It was good, quiet,” I replied.

“What do you think of this resort? Precious, huh?” he asked, looking at me with a grin.

“It’s amazing. I can’t thank you enough,” I said, sounding like a little girl.

“Nothing but the best for you,” he said.

I just smiled and returned to the bed. It had been a while since I’d last seen Terry-five months, to be exact-but nothing had changed. He was still old, still balding, still just plain unattractive.

“You know, I’m thinking about getting a house out here in Mexico. I’ve been down here for two weeks and I love it. And it’s not far from my brother at all. L.A. is right across the border.”

Terry had taken off his black loafers and walked over to the bed barefoot. He was wearing a white short-sleeved button-down-collar shirt, opened to reveal a white wife beater. He had on some black slacks, which he took off almost immediately.

“I missed you,” he said as he slid onto the bed, positioning his back against the headboard.

“I told Tina to bring you to my brother’s to stay for good,” he said, still smiling.

I just blushed. “I have a lot going on in Philly, I can’t just pack up and leave.”

“Well, I’m glad you’re here now. Who knows, you may change your mind about leaving Philly,” he said with a grin.

Terry got comfortable and motioned for me to suck his dick. I started stroking his manhood and pumping myself up to get into it. I licked the tip a little to tease him. Then he pushed my head down, forcing his dick into my mouth. He began to really get aroused. He started taking my clothes off slowly. I felt the bulge in my panties growing. I had to think about my old fling James to make that happen. The best sex I ever had was with him. Terry started moaning and groaning. He was a girl trapped in a man’s body, I swear.

“Come here, get on top,” Terry said as he came out of his boxers.

I lifted my head up and sat on my knees. I took off my panties and started stroking my dick. Terry turned over on his stomach. I put some spit on my hand and rubbed it in on my dick to make the entrance easy. I slid in. Terry immediately started moaning. I started pumping up and down, in and out. Terry was excited. I had to rub on his dick to keep mine hard. Eventually he sat up on his knees, and we were going at it doggy style. I was beating his dick rapidly and pounding him from the back. I felt him getting ready to explode and I knew if I didn’t get mine before he got his I would miss my chance of busting a nut, so I thought about James real hard and stroked Terry’s dick uncontrollably.