At this point, my life was perfect. I was two months pregnant, but wasn't really showing yet. I was living with the most handsome and sexy man I have ever known. He's my lover, my sexual master, the man who saved me and the man whose baby I'm carrying. We had just finished traveling the country for the past four and one-half years and I had made decent money modeling clothes and appearing nude in several photospreads. Not bad for a formerly drug-addicted skinny black prostitute who had never been outside of Detroit and was on her way to an early grave.
During our time traveling, I gradually got Steve to share portions of his life with me. He wasn't a big talker so I took anything he was willing to share.
Before they died, his parents owned two auto repair shops, three tire shops and two body shops around the Huron and Sandusky area. The shops were put into a trust when they died and were run by a close friend of his parents while Steve was in the service and while we were traveling the country. Some of the profits were deposited in an account for Steve and the rest were being held as part of the trust that he could access any time. When we moved into the house, Steve began learning the business from the family friend before he retired.
I also learned that Steve had dated a girl named Cheryl during his last two years in high school. Apparently, they had been a real hot and horny couple, and fellow students were wagering whether they would graduate and get married before Steve got her pregnant. Well, they made it through school and the summer following their graduation. In the fall, Cheryl went away to college and Steve joined the service. Both of them knew that someday they would be married and live happily ever after.
But then Cheryl decided that she wanted to enjoy some freedom while at school, so after a year of long-distance letter-writing, she sent him a 'Dear John' letter. Steve was devastated. At the time, he was in Afghanistan. He thought that his life was over so he volunteered for everything he could. Life no longer mattered. As a result, he was a highly decorated and fearless combat soldier, and even though his superiors asked him to stay, when his term was over, he took his discharge.
It was then that he bought his bus and began building a home-on-wheels to see the country. During that time, he dated a few women, but nothing made it past a couple dates. He was completely focused on seeing the country for a few years before settling down to run the business. And a week after the bus was finished, he happened to be visiting a friend in Detroit, and that's where I entered the picture.
So, after four-and-one-half years, that's about all I knew about 'Mr. Strong and Silent.' Well, except that he is a wonderful lover, he saved my life, it didn't seem to bother him that I had been a doped-up whore when we met. He also doesn't mind my little 'A' cup breasts. I feel safe with him and I would do anything for him and I love him more than anyone in the world.
So, when he said, "Put on a pair of shorts and let's go check out the county fair," I ran to the bedroom and tossed on a pair of the Daisy Duke length shorts that he likes and a tight tank top and we jumped on the Goldwing, and off we went. And it was turning into another perfect evening with Steve as we strolled along the midway.
Just as we finished our cotton candy, I heard, "Stevie, baby! You look great! Where have you been, honey?"
