A Miss Is As Good As A Mile
Perhaps it was the increasing tension and frustration with David that made her do it. She had meant to play fair - to keep to the private agreement she had made with herself. However, as the days had passed and her husband had failed to mention their imminent anniversary she had felt the tension increase. She liked to be honest with herself and she had promised herself that if he let her down on this then she would go back to Shaka. She wasn't in any doubt what would happen if she went back to the powerful Black man. He would take her and use her for his pleasure. She had thought about that since their last meeting. She had thought about it a LOT. But she had to be fair to David and she had to follow the rules. Maybe it was the school teacher in her but she felt that if you didn't follow the rules then anything could happen and you really couldn't complain.
She had felt sure that the end of school would break David out of his lethargy. She thought back over the years to that other time - the frantic whirl of finishing the school year with her wedding day awaiting her at the weekend. It had all been a maelstrom of hard work and excitement. Then the day itself. She couldn't regret it - no matter how dull and predictable David had become - she had three wonderful reasons never to regret it. However, it had not turned out the way she had dreamed and hoped. Perhaps these things never did. She wasn't sure - she saw other couples that seemed to roll along quite happily. On the other hand, of course, she knew a lot that had split up. It seemed typical of her life with David that she was somewhere in the middle of those two groups - the safe boring middle.
She had been SURE that the end of the school year would remind her husband of their anniversary. But each night he rang her from Virginia and told her all he had been doing, how their new home was progressing and how the arrangements for his new job were going. He'd tell her he loved her but rather in the way that you'd talk to a pet dog. There was no passion or emotion - it was just something David assumed he was meant to say on such occassions.
That last week of school was the worst. The children had gone to Virginia to their grand-parents so that she and David could make the final arrangements for the permanent move. She was alone in the house - alone with her dreams of Shaka. Being there alone her sub-concious had seemed to take off. Her dreams had been lurid. Most women in her position would have thought them disgusting but Dee only knew that she had woken with her body covered with sweat and a moisture at her pussy that wasn't just perspiration. It was scary. She somehow knew that if she once gave herself to him then she might never be able to control herself again. If he really was as good as Jess and Emily said he was - and she had no reason to doubt them. he had given her a taste on their last meeting and it had been a strong brew indeed.
Finally, school had ended and they had arranged for the last of their things to be hauled across the country to the new place. It had been a long tiring process but when it was finally over it felt that a chapter of her life really had ended. She was going to be starting work at a school close to Ireton as cover for a teacher on maternity leave. That would let her get a sense of the local schools and arrange something more permanent as the opportunity arose. Happily, there was always a shortage of qualified and experienced teachers. She could continue supply work for a while if necessary. That didn't seem likely though - she'd already been contacted by a school in the Capital. It felt strange to be head-hunted like that but perhaps the word just got around. Apparently the Taylor Foundation ran the school and had an opening for her. Strange way to operate - they hadn't even interviewed her. She had returned her thanks but pointed out she already had a position lined up. A man named Taylor had called her and wished her well while stressing that should she ever wish to take up a role in their schools then she had only to let him know. Very weird - but kind of flattering. Her old school must have given her one hell of a reference! Or perhaps Mr Taylor had difficulty getting good teachers for his schools - they were in massively African-American areas.
The first evening that they were all in their new home she had found herself hanging on her husband's every word. Her anniversary was the day after tomorrow. It was time for him to tell her what was on the agenda - it was time for him to express his appreciation for her moving across the country and leaving her good job for the benefit of his career. She waited and waited and waited. He never mentioned their anniversary. All he talked about was his new office and his new boss and his new colleagues. Concentrating on the future was a good thing but...
It was on the next day, the eve of their anniversary, that it happened.
She had felt days of tension as she waited to see if David would pass the test that she had set for him without his knowledge. However, on this final day that tension turned to irritation and then to frustration and then to anger. She had a pretty good measure of the person her husband was and she would never have imagined that he would just have forgotten their anniversary. She might only get a card and some flowers or a drive to a local restaurant - that after all was what David thought was expected of him. It was his duty as a husband. As formulaic and robotic as his attempts to fulfil his other duties as a husband over the last few years.
By the time that David got back from work that evening Dee felt she was ready to almost explode. All his failings as a husband, all his failings as a man, just seemed encapsulated in this particular failing. Well - it freed her to do what she needed to do. It freed her to take the minivan and drive it north to the Capital, to a man who could and would give her what she needed.
It had been building up for days and weeks. Perhaps that was why Dee did it. Perhaps that was why she broke the rules she herself had set. When David sat down for his evening meal he opened his mouth and she suddenly knew what he was going to say. "Honey, about tomorr..."
Dee didn't consider her actions or think about what she was doing. She just acted on pure instinct. "David - I didn't tell you but I've been called up for a teacher's seminar in the capital tomorrow. Part of my new job - familiarizing myself with state teaching practises and the new curriculum. I know you didn't have anything planned for tomorrow because of all that's going on but it's a two-day program and it has been suggested that I stay up there to get to know my new colleagues."
She saw the hurt in his eyes and knew that he had been building up to a little announcement. Well, he had left it that little bit too late. He had taken her for granted just once too often. For a fleeting split-second she considered staying home the next day with him but then dismissed it. She would be going to Shaka tomorrow and she wouldn't be going because of what her husband did or didn't do today. It wouldn't be luck or fate. It would be her considered decision to go and that decision had now been made.
How It's Gonna Be
The white Honda Odyssey could have reached the Capital in thirty minutes if the traffic didn't always at least double the journey. There was certainly no need to break the drive but Dee still stopped about half-way at a rest stop. She found the bathrooms and was pleased to find them clean and bright with a big mirror above the hand-basins. She added a little more lipstick and then used an empty stall to change her outfit. She'd left home in her usual teaching gear - very respectable. Her new outfit wasn't anything outrageous but it was a little more what she hoped Shaka would like. Her slacks were swapped for a skirt that wasn't too short but showed a nice bit of leg. Her blouse and a thin jacket were perfectly respectable but she perhaps undid one button more than she ever would have at school.
Finally, in front of the mirror in the bright lights, she checked herself over. Not too shabby for a mom of three! The final touch was symbolic and vital. She removed her studs from her ears and replaced them with Shaka's ear-rings. They looked huge and gaudy - but she realised that was the point. Where she was going they would be sending a message. She felt her breathing accelerate a little. Just thinking about it got her going! She took a deep breath, gave the woman in the mirror a nervous smile and then headed back to her Odyssey.
A quick phone call and a few instructions to her GPS and Dee was headed for their meeting. Just hearing Shaka's strong deep voice had turned her legs to jelly for a moment. He'd seemed pleased to hear from her but not surprised. He'd clearly taken it as a certainty that she would come to him as he had instructed her. Whatever the difficulties, whatever the risks, he had known that she would come. Like David he had taken her for granted but instead of annoying her it just seemed natural and right from a man like Shaka. He would take it for granted that she would come and once there he would expect... She knew what he would expect and she knew that by deciding to come she was already giving herself to him. She had to shake her head and blink her eyes to get her full attention back onto the road.
When she arrived at the rendezvous she saw Shaka and another man standing by his car. The two men bumped fists and then the stranger drove off in the Mercedes. Shaka was left standing there as Dee parked up. When she opened her door Shaka clicked his fingers and then pointed to the spot on the ground just in front of where he stood.
Dee didn't hesitate - she rushed across the parking lot to him and as she reached her goal a strong arm pulled her to him and his mouth found hers. She felt his tongue and opened her mouth to let him lay down a deep soul kiss on her. She felt like a love-sick teenager swept off her feet. Knowing that a man like this wanted her - that she was going to give herself to him - was almost too much.
He broke the kiss and took a step back to carefully scrutinize her. A big Black finger came up to gently touch her left hoop ear-ring with its prominent 'S' motif. He nodded and smiled his satisfaction.
"That's a real good start. You know what wearing those hoops means don't you."
Dee nodded - but that wasn't enough for him.
"Tell me what wearing my hoops means - show me you remember."
"It tells everyone that I'm your..."
