Moral Midgetry

ART: "Point Of No Return" By Ibe

I used to be married once....No Not to Corrine....but to another woman...a cop! I was married to a Philadelphia Homicide Detective named Sissy Van Buren years ago. We were married for 17 years. 15 of em were good years I suppose. She's a Lieutenant in Homicide now. A real classy lady..better than what I probably deserved... Me? My name is Robert Foxworth...I'm an Attorney.

Sissy and I would probably still be married today if it wasn't for the very person lying next to me in this bed. Cindy Waters. The very person who just had the audacity to ask me to divorce my second wife, who I have only been married to for six months and be with her. She must be out of her mind...Never gonna happen.

I remember when Cindy came to the firm...Short Dresses, White see through blouses...Spiked heels..She didn't look like a lawyer to me... Even though I had been married for 15 years..I took a walk on the wild side. It started out innocently...Lunches with collegues....then private lunches in my office, a snide comment here and there...and then finnally dinner after a late night of handling cases...and a come on here or there or two. Cindy would always say-

"Oh come on now Mr. Foxworth...you're married...we can't get like that..come on now."

But I had to have her...and deep down inside, she wanted me to have her....It finnally occurred at our Christmas party that year...Everybody was soused and falling out drunk.....I slipped Cindy ,who was a little toasted herself into an empty office and closed the door...I began kissing her and fondling her breasts...At first she resisted...

"Mr. Foxworth..please...you're married...we can't be..ohhhh...ughhh..ouuuuu...Mr. Foxworth...I
-I never realized you were soo...ohhhhh...soooo big..." she moaned...

Before we knew it..our clothes were off and I was deep inside of her pounding away...I had to put my hand over her mouth to muffle her screams.

She kept saying-

"Please...don't cum inside of me, please don't...ohhhhhhhh Mr. Foxworth.."

And I pulled out just in time....but I wanted more. We got dressed...and I took her to Breakfast.
She kept saying the entire time that we shouldn't ever do this again..That she would keep it a secret. I laughed slyly to myself and I drove her home. I told her that I was too stoned to continue driving and asked if I could crash on her couch. She hesitated, then decided that it was okay. It was only a matter of time before I made my way to her bedroom and into her bed and into her again....

Just like now...We would drive to a hotel outside of Philadelphia and have our little trysts and none in the firm was the wiser...Did I mention that my wife is a detective? A damn good one. She hired a private detective and the two of them photographed us, taped us and built up enough of a portfolio to build a nice divorce case against me.

I lost my house, the car(which she was paying the note on) and most of all, my moral standing (or what was believed to be my moral standing) in the Black community. I lost a good wife too.
In retrospect..It wasn't worth it. Hey, what could I do? What is done is done.

I continued to meet Cindy Waters in Hotels around the tri-state area just like before. Every now and then, Cindy would bug me about getting married to her...I always changed the subject...
I was divorced and living in an Apartment..I was free to see other women and I did..All the time, with a vengence..I tell em I'm a lawyer and that's all I had to say...the panties slid off... Especially
after I became partner and bought myself a Lexus....

Cindy caught me with other women and I caught her with other men....We broke up numerous times and vowed never to see each other again...but somehow, someway we always did come back together...We had a sexual connection that was undeniable..but that was the only connection. Cindy was self absorbed and often thoughtless in other areas...She was used to men falling all over themselves for her, I mean..she is drop dead gorgeous....but me, she didn't move me like that.. Having screwed her for several years..the mystery just wasn't there for me. I could take her or leave her and I think she knew it.

She came by my place one night uninvited and caught me in the act with another girl....She tried to attack the young lady who was "entertaining" me. I told her that she should go and find someone who could give her what she needed in a relationship because it obviously isn't me. She left in tears and I didn't see her for nearly two years. I heard she had married a white man and he had unfortunately died in a skiing accident. Unfortunately for her...I had just married Corrine around that time.

So here we are...the two of us together again..in a hotel room in bed....and she talkin about me getting a divorce from my wife of six months to be with her.....Aint gonna happen.... I may be a male whore, but I aint a total louse......

(To Be Continued.........)