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Kenneth
This is bullshit happening in front of me. Why does Jason have such a hard-on for accusing Tamara?
“Man, that was really fucked up,” I told Jason. He’s standing in front of me, his face filling with the agony of what just went down. “I’m going to go talk to her.”
I watch as Jason turns to leave and then I get on my bike, gassing it up to go. I get to Tamara’s place and knock hesitantly on the door. It flings open fast and furious.
“What in the fuck do you want?” I could see the remnants of tear trails flowing down her cheeks.
“May I come in?” I ask, showing her my hands and turning around to feign an inspection.
She crosses her arms over her angry frame and leans on the door. “You can say what you want right here.”
“Okay,” I sigh, letting my hands come down to rest at my sides. “You know, this entire mess is a huge misunderstanding. Jason is genuinely grieving over his words.”
“For all I fucking care, he doesn’t get the opportunity to grieve,” she retorts with a bit of a snarl.
“Tamara, can we please go inside? I don’t want your neighbors overhearing something that’s non of their business.”
Still holding her same stance as I walk by, I enter the main room and sit down on her sofa. I turn around as she closes the door. “Thank you.”
“Jason is wrong about me. How long has he been feeding you this bullshit?” she demands in a not-so-nice tone.
“When you hired me, Jason was suspicious that I was to blame for the machinery and missing money,” I say to her, trying to stay calm.
“Fuck you and fuck him,” she clings to the hurt of the moment. “He’s known me for so long. But he kicked that to the curb quickly, didn’t he?” she slams a fist into the air.
“Hey, don’t get pissed at me because of something he did,” I stand from sitting. “I didn’t do anything, yet I’m here trying to get you to let go of that!”
“Let go, LET GO?” Tamara takes a step toward me to spew more shit. “I’ll tell you both you’re ‘let go’. Do you like that?” Her hands out at her sides, balled into fists of rage.
I shake my head and turn around rubbing my face. “Listen to me, damn it! You’re being a bitch because you don’t like being under suspicion and that’s just part of this investigation. Just because you didn’t do anything, it doesn’t conclude until all clues come together.”
“Fuck it! And don’t call me a bitch. I know my truth and it has been impeccable until I hired you. Just because Jason has cleared you from charges, doesn’t mean that you aren’t still under investigation, too.”
“Holy shit, Tamara. Damn it to hell,” I just stare at her for a moment. She’s still clutching the hands of death balls. She’s wild-eyed and breathing heavily. Her make-up, which is normally perfect, is nothing but smears of color across her face. “If you’re acting the part…”
She sniffles and stomps across the room in defiance. Grabbing a tissue and wiping her nose she looks at me. “Nobody gets to just accuse someone of a crime. In our government, people are innocent untilprovenguilty, or did you forget that fact?”
“Sure, but then aren’t you doing the same to Jason by not talking with him? Aren’t you judging him harshly?” I say coming closer to her.
“No. This is different,” she says flatly while she folds her arms across her chest again, still gripping the used tissue.
“How? How is this different, Tamara?” I’m goading her and it’s making her uncomfortable. I raise my hands and back off from her. “You know what? Let it go or don’t,” I shrug my shoulders as I walk backwards. “It’s your decision, but the consequences are yours as well.”
“Don’t try to manipulate me,” she basically screams to me.
“But that is a truth,” I’m beginning to ramp up the anger again as I feel the heat rise to my face.
“How dare you come into my home and do this to me,” she dashes over to me with a closed fist, but I easily deflect it and grab her other fist, trying to get one in from the other direction. “Let me go,” she demands.
But I can see past the hurt and embarrassment that she is suffering through. I pull her into a tight embrace and she accepts, leaning into my chest, sobbing. Stroking her hair, I continue to de-escalate the situation.
Once she settles down, I pull her chin up and kiss her. Wiping her face with my hands, I whisper to her. “I see the hurt, but I still like you very much. More than I can admit.”
I kiss her while she wraps her arms behind my neck. Picking her up, I walk her to the bedroom and undress her. She kisses me passionately as I pick her up again and position her back on a nearby wall, knocking over some books on her dresser.
“I just want to be inside you,” I say, kissing her neck as I feel her nipples rise against my chest. “I don’t want you to hurt.”
I pick her up and bring her down a little so that she rests on my hardened mass, deeply desiring this woman in this moment. When I enter her, she reflects a hungry desire for me in her eyes. She’s soaking wet and I glide in easily.
I thrust up into her, allowing her to feel every inch of me as I go deep inside. She moans when I begin to drive my cock up into her like a battering ram, trying to take possession of her. I enjoy the feeling of being inside her pussy and all of its goodies. Just waiting there for me to have.
As she moans and I grunt, I become quicker with my thrusts and I can feel her body tense right in unison with mine. She comes as I do, entwining our juices together. I let her down and looking up at me, Tamara displays a vast mix of emotions.
“I’m sorry,” she shakes her head and leans on my chest.
“I can forgive you, love,” I say. “But allow yourself to forgive Jason and most of all, be patient yourself.”
In her eyes, she still hangs onto the low-hanging fruit of anger, mixing with a tinge wrath
