We made it back to the apartment around one and began to pull our duffle bags from under the beds. I was actually getting excited about visiting my family. I’d been away from home for almost four months and although I talked to them on the phone a lot, it’s different when you can actually visit.
I knew my mom would make my favorite foods, and my dad would be there for half of them. I know my dad was a busy guy and he worked hard for his family, but sometimes when I was younger I wish my dad was one of the ones on TV. Like the Leave it to Beaver dad.
My brother Brian had just turned 18 but was going on 40. He finished up High School early and started taking classes at the local college in the fall. He is a good kid as far as brothers were concerned, but he always tried to get into my friends pants. I couldn’t blame him because my friends were really hot. I picked up the phone and dialed my mother’s house.
“Hey ma.” I said into the receiver. “Johanna, the girl I work with, and I are coming up to visit.” I pulled the phone away from my ear while my mother let out a joyful scream. Jo looked over and laughed making circles next to my ear indicating my mother had lost it.
“Okay ma, okay. We are leaving this afternoon sometime, and we should be there by five or six.” A pause. “Okay. Okay. Uh-huh. Yup. We will. Okay. I will. Bye. I love you too. Bye.” I hung up the phone.
“Well, she’s excited.” Jo said from across the room.
“Yeah. She can’t wait to meet you. Says she’s making ‘sgetti and meatballs for dinner. My mouth is watering already.” I took from my small closet the best clothes I had, and although they weren’t much, I wanted to be as conservative as possible. Over the last few months my conservative clothes that I had brought to Baltimore with me were worn less and less and more see through and tighter items were bought.
As Johanna and I began taking our shampoos and razors from the bathroom, we heard a knock on the door and then a key in the lock. Seconds later, Romeo opened the door and stepped into the dank apartment. I was not looking forward to seeing Romeo right now and I glared at him.
“Hello girls.” He said grinning. His grin faded when he saw the bags on the bed. “Are we taking a trip?”
“Actually, Johanna and I are going to visit my mother for a week.” I said coming across the room and stuffed my hairbrush into the zipper side of my bag.
“Is that a fact?” Romeo snorted. “And who gave you permission to do that?”
“No one.” I said. “Since when do we have to get permission to get away for awhile?”
“Because you two,” He said leering at Jo and pointed at me with a grimy finger, “are my best girls and I need you both. It’s been slow.”
“No shit. All the better to take a trip now.” I said zipping my bag. “That’s why this is the best time to go.”
“Angel, I see a problem here. I see a problem because you did not get my permission.” He sat in the ripped wingback chair one of the girls had found from an eviction yard sale. Jo looked at me with a slight panic in her eyes and then looked at Romeo again.
“But I think I can make an exception for your little fieldtrip you want to take.” He said as he unzipped his jeans. “If you two whores will suck my cock real good, I’ll let you go.”
As a rule, Romeo usually had a different girl each night and on several occasions he has been known to take what he wanted from a particular girl if he decided to. He never more than seriously joked with Jo and I about being sexual with him, mostly because I think he was afraid of us. And I think that he knew we were afraid of him too. He was right of course, but we would never admit it to him.
