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Monday, March 4, 2013

Cruel Spring



Sepia lay between my legs with her head on my chest...We were both drenched in sweat...We had made sweet love most of the night and early into the morning...a beautiful late winter morning....We had fallen asleep in a post coital embrace...and was just now waking up....It was a Monday Morning...Neither of us had to go to work...

"Wow lover...you really put it on me last night..." she said as she dreamily looked into my eyes...

"That's cause I'm not going to see you for a few days." I said.

I had recently been told by mail that I was being honored in San Juan ,Puerto Rico by the National Black Entrepeneurs Society. As a business owner , I was to receive their special achievement award...

I had never ever heard of the National Black Entrepeneurs Society...They had sent me a nice letter and round trip tickets for both me and Sepia.. Sepia couldn't leave today because she and Bonita had two houses to show next week..She was going to come down later. Robert Foxworth was also being honored...but only he had received round trip tickets....He had a court date Monday that he couldn't miss, so he too would not be able to come down for a few days... Looks like I had to travel by myself.

The actual ceremony wasn't until a few days laters which would ironically be the first day of Spring.....I actually looked forward to this...I had been working pretty steadily for a few weeks now...Only one case...a case I wrapped up in three days and got paid well for... I was mostly going to work, coming home to Sepia....On the days I worked from home...I was spending my free time at Josies , chewing the fat with Gus, Honey Brown, B-Flat and Symphony Sam...Weekends was the usual, Me and Sepia would have drinks at Josies with Sean and Sheila Jackson, Clerow and Corrie, Robert and Bonita and occassionally Harry Charles and Bernadette and our new friend, Bridget Jones....I welcomed a change of scenery!


I showered and shaved and packed...I still hadn't dressed yet...Sepia was wearing only my shirt....I had a bathrobe around me...I walked in the living room and put my arms around her...Kissing the back of her neck...

"I sure wish you could come with." I said... Sepia turned and kissed me...

"I'll be down in a few days...I promise." she said...

My bath towel dropped off.....She looked at me...

"How can you still be erect after what we did last night? Oh My goddd" she asked..

I opened up her shirt, pulled her to me...kissed her softly....

"You tell me..."I said as I took her hand and led her back into the bedroom.


II-


I boarded the plane....These were good seats...First Class...Odd that some group I'd never heard of would spring for first class tickets. I would find out later that I should have been more suspicious...I'm a private investigator...It's my job to be suspicious...but even I can sometimes slip.

As spacious as these seats was...A young woman sat in the row next to mine...She was huge!! She took up two seats....She had a very pretty face.. Had her hair done up really nice....She looked like she would have been a real head turner if not for the fact that she was so huge...

She was arguing with the stewardess...

"I'm sorry mam, but you're taking up two seats....We have to charge you for two seats.."

"That's not fair...These First class tickets are expensive enough as they are..." she protested...

"I'm sorry mam...that's the rules...You're taking up a seat somebody else could be using." she said.

I found the entire thing humorous, but I didn't dare laugh...Not with this big woman sitting next to me.

''Oh alright...I'll pay for the extra seat, but my attorney will be contacting you...He's a very important man." she said.

Again, I chuckled a little bit.

The woman turned and looked at me...

"Hello...My name is Kitty, Kitty Holland....I'm a model." she said.

I'm thinking..."You've got to be kidding...for what,plus size woman?" but I said nothing.

"Well I used to be....I've packed on a few pounds over the years as you can see." she said and hung her head...

"My name is Kevin, Kevin Morris...You headed to San Juan?" I asked.

"Yes...I'm meeting an important man there...He's an Attorney and a Plastic Surgeon." she said.

"Really?  Wow...I'll bet he makes good money." I said.

"Yes...I met him in Philly, not too long ago...He not only has his own practice, but he owns a Funeral Home in Philly too." she said.

''Wow! He's some guy" I said.

"He's being honored by the National Black Entrepeneurs Society. she said.

"Wow, what a coincidence ,So am I...I own Morris Communications...A multi media company." I said.

"Oh My....You two should meet." she said.

"I'm staying at the Santana Hotel." she said.

''Wow...So am I?  I never heard of it." I said.

"Me neither....This is going to be a very interesting trip." she said.

I couldn't know how right she was at the time.


III-



San Juan,Puerto Rico is beautiful....The weather was sunny and warm....a balmy 90 degrees...and here Spring was just a few days away...In Philadelphia...it was still in the 40 to 50 degree range...But here it was Summer.... I was already loving this....

I thought of my good friend, Detective Carlotta Rodriguez, who though Philly born, had family here and told me of summers she spent here with her sister,Father and mother.


I imagined her in my mind in a sun dress ,running along the beach.....

The Santana Hotel was not in the downtown area and didn't strike me as a place setting up for any convention....There were no signs saying "We welcome the National Black Entrepeneurs Society" anywhere...

The people in the lobby all looked like hoods and folks down on their luck...Anything but conventioneers...

"Hmmm, this is strange...Are you sure...we are at the right place??" I said to Ms. Holland.

"Oh this is it...Look at your invitation." she said.

"Hmmmmm, yeah this is it." I said as we got out of the cab...

They had my room reservation...

I asked them about Robert Foxworth....

"Mr. Foxworth will be in the room next to yours...208, you're in 209." said the man at the counter.

"Okay.." I said.

"Oh this is good...I'm in room 207." said Kitty Holland...I smiled weakly...

"That's nice." I said.

IV-



My room was beautiful and I had a nice terrace and view of the outside... I shaved and showered and put on some fresh clothes...I was in the mood for a cold brew..perhaps I'd go out on the town, look around...

There was a knock on my door...Perhaps Robert Foxworth had gotten down here after all....

It was Kitty! She had two steaming hot tumblers of coffee!  I'm down to drink coffee at anytime.

''Mr. Morris...I went walking around...thought you might like a coffee." she said.

"Oh thank you Kitty" I said.

She had creamers and sugar...

"I don't know how you like it...So I brought them for you." she said.

"Oh thank you." I said and I added cream and sugars...

We sat and drank the tumblers of coffee and talked...Mostly small talk...and finally she
said..

"Well Mr. Kevin...I have to go now....My friend should be getting in soon." she said.

"Okay...Thanks for the coffee." I said.

''Oh you're welcome Mr. Morris." she said and she left.

I walked over to the window and looked out into the street..Then I turned to walk toward the door....and it hit me...

My head had the most excruitiating pain I'd ever felt...My legs got weak....I got dizzy, I began sweating profusely and fell across my bed....Never had I felt such pain....I blacked out...

I don't know how long I was out...but when I woke up....I heard a familiar voice..a voice I never thought I'd ever hear again!!!!..

"Hello Mr. Morris..Hope you had a pleasent rest." came the voice of Cyrus Tickle!!

"YOU!" I said.

He was sitting out on my Terrance...

"What? How?? You're on death row in Pennsylvania!!" I said.

"Apparently not !!!!  I escaped two months ago...There is a nationwide FBI manhunt for me....You didn't read that? You publish a magazine and a newspaper and you didn't read that??, Shame on you Kevin." he said.

"I didn't expect to see you again." I said as I sat up...my head was no longer hurting, but I still felt dizzy..

"But I fully expected to see you again Kevin...We have  some unfinished business..A little matter of two million dollars that you and your wife owe me..." he said.

"You're insane...I don't owe you a red cent." I said.

He pulled out a .45 and aimed it at me...

"That's where you're wrong...I needed that money...I had plans for it...We had a deal." he said.

My.38 smokeless was lying on my night stand...Though I don't know how it got there....I went to lunge for it and he cocked his pistol...

"Uh...Uh...Uh...Mr. Morris....Don't even think about that...You're not going to shoot me again....My shoulder is still feeling the effects of the last time you shot me...My turn now!" He said...

I dove for the floor,knocked the lamp over...He fired..Hitting the lamp, which exploded into many fragments of glass.....but giving me enough time to get my .38 smokeless....

I fired five shots....All five shots hit him square in the chest....

"I DON'T BELIEVE IT...AGHHHHRGGGGGGGH..I'VE BEEN SHOT!!!" he moaned and pitched forward out of the window and into the street...

I swung the door open and began running down the steps...People saw me with my gun out and still smoking and got out of my way....I ran to the back of the hotel....A crowd of men followed me....

But when I got to the back of the hotel there was nothing...No body, no blood, no nothing....!!!!!!!

"Hey senor, what is going on? " said the  desk  clerk...

"I just shot a man..A man who was in my room...He had a gun aimed at me...He fell out of my window into the street." I said.

"Well where is he?" he asked...

"I-I-I don't know." I said.

There was no blood, no broken glass, no nothing!!! But especially no body!!  I know that I shot Tickle...

I walked back into the hotel lobby...This was crazy as Hell I thought...

When I got to my room, My Terrance window was fine...No glass, no blood ,no sign that I had shot a man and he'd fallen through the window...The lamp that Cyrus Tickle had shot was fine..It wasn't broken..It was just fine...Was I losing my mind??

My head started pounding again...excrutiating pain.....I started sweating again and feeling dizzy......

I passed out again...When I awoke..Kitty Holland had my head in her massive arms..She was rubbing my head....I was so weak I couldn't move, couldn't lift my head....I looked up and there was a very much alive Cyrus Tickle laughing....

"Cyrus...Is he dead?" asked Kitty Holland...

"Oh no...he'll be just fine....but when I get through with him...He'll wish he was dead.." he said and laughed maniacally....

I glared at him....

"YOU!!!.....YOU......won't get away with......this...ughhhhh..." I uttered and then I passed out...that's all I remember....

(Definitely To Be Continued.)




4 comments:

Tate 2 said...

Wow...This was deep! Can't wait til
tomorrow...

Brenda said...

The Return of Mr. Tickle-LOL! Wow! Didn't expect this!

Angie B. said...

This one is crazy! Is this whole thing a dream??

Anonymous said...

I don't know what's going on...but those first paragrahs were hot!