Deloris Franklin's first reaction, as she hesitantly sized up the pale and petite frame sleeping on the sofa, was that it must have been one of the girls that either of her two sons had brought home. Deloris knew that both Sterling and Rahim were rather popular with the young ladies of the neighborhood and there had been several occasions when they would bring girls home while she was at work and do what teenagers do when no one else is home.
This was the first time, however, that she had stumbled in to find one of those girls totally asleep, in broad daylight, while no one else was home. On top of that, Deloris got a clear sense that this particular girl wasn't from the neighborhood either, since a body as white as the one on the couch, would have long ago caught her attention in her travels around the projects.
Looking at the discarded cigarette butts and empty cans of Malt Liquor that littered the apartment, it didn't take long for Deloris to put the puzzle pieces together, and figure out that her two boys, along with several of their friends, had enjoyed quite a party while she was at work.
More upset about the mess the kids had left than she was about what they had done sexually while she was gone, Deloris had long ago accepted that she couldn't control the actions of her sons. Now that Sterling and Rahim were both adults, Deloris knew she had no sway any longer over their decisions or actions. They helped out with rent when they could, but other than that, they went about their own business. Deloris simply hated coming home after a long day of babysitting employees at the restaurant and having to clean up after her sons' indiscretions.
The first order of business, Deloris decided, was to get the naked white girl sleeping on the couch up, dressed, and then send her on her way. Hearing the raspy sounds of contended sleep coming from the sofa, Deloris turned and slowly started walking over to carefully tap the stranger on the shoulder.
Before Deloris could take two steps closer to the couch, a familiar scent bristled inside her nose. Stopping for a moment so she could place the smell, when she looked down to her right, Deloris instantly saw the bag of Avon merchandise that she had ordered a week earlier. Quickly darting her sightlines back to the woman laying naked and face down on the sofa, Deloris's heart stopped when she recognized Ida's short and curly blonde hair.
"Oh my...Oh my...," Deloris gasped, putting her hand to her mouth, trying to find her breath.
Teetering in place for several moments, trying to decide whether to go and help her friend or to stand her ground and convince herself that it was a eerie nightmare, Deloris Franklin inched closer to determine if what she was seeing was, in fact, real.
The closer she got, the more of the telltale signs of what had happened to Ida became clear. Deloris wretched from the drying milky white stains that dotted her entire sofa, unable to stop herself from picturing how they got there. As Deloris looked even closer, she could see the imprint of several fingerprints and small bruising all over the backside of Ida's body and when her eyes focused on the gaping, cum-filled target of the Avon Woman's rectum, the black woman's legs felt as if they had turned to mush.
"Dear God...what have they done to her?" Deloris cringed with strange fascination.
Kicking two of the discarded Bull cans out of the way accidentally, the loud empty rattle of the cans brushing across the floor caused the naked woman on the sofa to stir slightly. Frozen momentarily, Deloris suddenly felt as if she were a burgler in her own home as she waited for Ida to lift her head and open her eyes.
As Ida's face slowly became apparent, Deloris found herself mesmerized by how the usually flawless looking woman now lay in tatters. Deloris's eyes widened seeing the black snakelike trails of mascara that had dripped down Ida's face and she felt her own skin crawl when she saw the sexually explicit remnants of lust that the boys had left her with, completely coating her facial features and upper chest.
When Ida's glassy eyes met hers, Deloris felt as if her blood had froze in her veins.
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The whirlwind of what Ida Morgan had just been through had left each of her senses dulled. When she heard the distant rattle of the aluminum can that Deloris had kicked scatter across the floor, Ida was awakened from her brief sleep. Her first reaction was that the kids had returned and were preparing to take even more from her even though she was sure she had nothing left to give.
Struggling to get her eyes open, a fate worse than death was awaiting Ida when she saw who was actually standing above her.
When the hazy image of Deloris Franklin filled her shaky optic nerve, Ida simply dropped her head back down, in shame, against the sofa cushions.
Several moments later, when Deloris's warm hands gently came to rest on Ida's naked back, the older white woman turned to stone from the spontaneous touch.
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Ida's first reaction when she felt the weight of Deloris Franklin's arms on her bare back was to wince, then freeze. Her muscles and nerve endings were so sore from the sexual gauntlet she had just been put through that any random gust of wind would have caused her body flinch.
"SSHHH...Ida...is everything all right...SSHHHH...It's gonna be OK, " Deloris soothingly sighed, patting Ida reassuringly between the shoulder blades.
Deloris came within a breath of asking Ida what had happened, but looking once again around the room, the answer to that question was rather evident.
"Can I get you some water, Ida?" Deloris offered, like a nurse at Ida's side.
"...Please...," Ida muttered, her mouth still pressed firmly against the sofa cushions.
"OK," Deloris quickly replied, noticing the pile of Ida's clothes messily strewn to her left. "We're gonna get you up...and then we're gonna get you dressed...OK?"
Watching the way Ida's head, ever so slightly, rocked up and down, Deloris knew the older white woman had heard her offer and was agreeing with it. Helping Ida lift her weight up, when Deloris had finally helped Ida support herself on own her elbows, she got her first close up look at the sexual residue that covered Ida's entire upper body.
Deloris guessed that there must have been upwards of a half dozen guys responsible for the shape Ida was now in from comparing the amount of empty malt liquor cans laying around as well as the physical evidence drying on Ida's pale white skin. "And she took them all," Deloris said to herself incredulously.
"Tell you what Ida...," Deloris softly muttered out loud to her rich, white friend," the bathroom is right down the hall...How about letting me help you get straightened up a little bit before you go home...how about that?"
Sitting down on the edge of the sofa to balance herself, right beside Ida's head, Deloris wrapped each of her hands around the tight muscles of Ida's shoulders, to give the fallen Avon Lady all the support she could. Deloris then watched as Ida's body swung like a pendulum up from the sofa, until her bare feet landed gingerly on the floor.
"OH...MY," Deloris gasped out loud, as Ida sat up, surveying the full brunt of the sexual pillaging she had been put through.
Feeling a deep, gnawing sense of pity for the naked older woman, Deloris found it hard to look into Ida's glazed eyes knowing her sons were partially responsible for the state she was in.
Taking Ida by the arms, Deloris leaned in and hugged the haggard looking woman tightly, telling her that it was going to be "OK".
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Hesitant at first over Deloris's sympathetic embrace, when Ida realized it was one woman's way of reaching out to her, to comfort her in a time of severe weakness, she soon melted against the black woman's reassuring grip.
Starting to sob, Ida felt as if she were, somehow, a small child in the arms of the woman who was 20 years her junior.
"Shh...shhh," Deloris soothingly whispered, once again, into Ida's reddened ear. "Its gonna be all right."
Ida suddenly found herself locked against Deloris's comforting bosom and when the black woman's thick, voluptuous body raised up from the sofa, Ida felt an inherent need to stand up with her.
As Ida stood up, she felt an instinctive desire to use her arms and hands to cover her nakedness as Deloris gradually led her down the hall, to the bathroom.
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The short walk from Deloris Franklin's couch, to the bathroom, seemed to take an eternity. By the time Deloris had spread a clean towel on the edge of the tub for Ida to sit on, the disheveled older woman felt as if she were floating in a perilous, alter universe.
"Come on Ida...sit down," Deloris offered softly.
Taking a seat demurely on the side of the tub, Ida flinched slightly from the sound of Deloris turning on the bathwater. Steadily regaining her bearings, Ida's eyes slowly grew accustomed to the bright luminescence of the room and when Deloris grabbed a heavy towel from the closet and wrapped it around the older woman's shivering body, Ida couldn't help but feel her insides quiver from a long since forgotten feeling of childhood comfort and safety.
Watching as a still fully clothed Deloris extended her hand into the rising tide of warm water inside the tub, rotating it back and forth to make sure the temperature was just right, Ida's insides started to fizz with a strange sense of excitement when she saw the younger black woman reach for a clean washcloth.
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