TURN THE PAGE: PART NINE
Prologue:
Terri had returned to Louisiana, travelling to Shreveport to put to rest her desire for Jonah and to exorcise some doubts she'd been having over her lifestyle.
The resulting adventures had left her not just sated sexually, but also inked. She now sported a small tattoo of a QOS symbol on her pubic mound above her vagina, a chain of letters curled from the tip of the Spade, framing the left side of the crest and ending at the base that read 'INSATIABLE'.
Feeling that she was done, anxious to return home to her Grandparents who were minding her baby daughter in her absence, Terri sat in her hotel room phone in hand and made a call to her publisher Louise. She arranged for the two of them to take a trip to Jamaica in the next month. Louise was thrilled at the prospect. The Frenchwoman considered Terri's erotic writings to be a tremendous asset to her publishing company. More than that, she was sure that Terri was the living embodiment of Penelope Pitstop, although instead of constantly falling into unlooked for danger like the cartoon character, Terri seemed to stumble from one sexual adventure to another in a consistent and fortuitous manner, all without effort on her part.
After the gangbang in the hotel in New Orleans, Louise was more than eager to accompany Terri to the sun-drenched beaches of Jamaica in search of material for her next book.
Chapter One:
Terri ended the call with Louise and set about throwing the rest of her belongings into her bags. Saying goodbye to Jonah had been bitter sweet. She'd enjoyed her time with the high school basketball coach, but he had helped her come to the realisation that she didn't, at least right now, need to find a love of her life. She was young, twenty-five, attractive and successful in her career. She'd divorced a man whom she had thought she loved until she'd stumbled upon her true sexual proclivities. She'd pined after another man with whom she had first been awakened sexually. Two 'loves' already in her life, Terri could take a breather and just live for a while before seeking a third.
Her phone rang beside her, an unknown number displayed on the screen. She answered and a slightly familiar voice answered her greeting.
"Sorry, who is this?" Terri asked.
"Shit, forgot me already? It's Andre."
Andre had been someone Jonah had hooked her up with, a man he had owed a favour to. During her night with him, Terri had discovered that Andre was a recently released member of the state correctional facility Caddo Correctional. An ex-con in other words.
"Oh hi, I'm sorry, I didn't recognise your voice at first. Umm how'd you get my number?"
"You gave it to me, remember?" The lie tripped easily off Andre's lips; Terri missed it completely. In truth he had gotten her number off her phone, taking a number of nude photographs of her at the same time, all while she slept post their intense sexual bout.
"Did I? Sorry, it must have slipped my mind. What can I do for you?"
"I wanted to meet up, get a drink, have a talk," he explained.
"Well, that would be lovely but I'm actually leaving today. I'm just about packed. Then I'm going to head to the airport, sort out a flight home."
"Come on. You just said you are packed and all. You saying you can't spare an hour for a good bye drink before you go?"
Terri checked her watch, she hadn't made any flight arrangements, trusting to luck that she could catch a late flight home. One of her strongest characteristics however, one that hadn't changed despite her experiences, was that she always wanted people to think well of her. Even though she didn't owe Andre anything, scarcely knew him in fact, a part of her would hate him having ill feelings towards her if she didn't agree.
"Okay, sure. A quick drink. Where can we meet?"
The bar that Andre had suggested they meet up was west of the city. The cab driver had done a double take when Terri had given him the address but his surprise had gone unnoticed by the young woman. As the cab sped along, Terri figured she had one hour, maybe two before she would need to get back to the hotel, check out and then head to the airport. She looked at her flight options on her phone. She actually had a choice of flights, all depending on when she arrived back. None looked close to being full so she figured she would wait and see when she actually arrived rather than stressing herself out by setting a deadline for herself.
She stepped out onto the sidewalk and waved an absent-minded farewell as the cab pulled away. The street and the bar itself looked a little sketchy to her but it wasn't even noon, so while she might have been nervous to be here at night or even late evening, right now she felt fine.
Pushing open the door she walked inside, Andre was already there sitting in a booth near the back of the bar. Terri walked down the length of the bar, which was empty save for the barman behind the counter. The last, well the one and only time, Andre had met her, Terri had been dressed in a cosplay outfit of Harley Quinn. Now she was casually dressed in figure hugging black skinny jeans and a yellow ribbed baby tee. If her non comic con appearance disappointed Andre he gave no sign of it, greeting her with a wide smile and a beckoning gesture to join him at his booth.
"Beer?" He raised his own glass as he asked her.
"No thanks, bit early for me. I'll just have a white wine if that's okay?"
"Sure thing, gimme a sec," Andre rose to get Terri a glass, refilling his own at the same time.
They had a sip of their respective drinks before Andre leaned back into the padded booth, once more flashing a wide smile towards Terri. Now that she was sat across from him, she remembered him and their time together more vividly. He looked almost exactly as he had the first night. Mid to late thirties, 5'10, lean build, hair in cornrows and a well-tended stubble covering his chin. His clothes still consisted of black jeans, heavy work boots and a white vest, only the absence of the shirt he had worn to Jonah's house the sole difference from their initial meet.
"So, you are heading home huh?"
