---Part Seven - On Your Knees---
By late Saturday afternoon, the garage sale had run its course and the steady stream of eager pickers had dwindled down to nothing. It was impossible for me to focus on anything but the visit that had taken place earlier. Usually, I am the one to begin packing things into boxes for a trip to the donation center, but this time, it was my wife, Sandra who began to pack things up.
As I sat comfortably in a lawn chair, seeming to just watch my wife work, I had a million different questions going through my mind. Had the visit been exactly as it turned out to be, just an opportunity for Veronica to push me into meeting Jonah since I had not made it happen on my own, or was there some little message behind it? Was there some implied threat that I missed, such as, I can reach out to Sandra at any time I choose, that Veronica was trying to make? Was she trying to expand the friendship? Did they want my wife to be part of all this?
"Are you going to help me at all?" Sandra interrupted my thoughts.
"Oh, are we done?" I asked, attempting to not realize the garage sale was over.
"I need most of this junk to go to Goodwill, but I'm putting everything on this table over here separately so you can take it to those people we met today." She directed.
And once again, I felt like my blood was draining out of my body. "Which couple do you mean?" I asked pretending to be ignorant.
"You know, the couple with the cute little girl."
"Oh, John and Victoria?" I offered.
"You are an asshole!" Sandra play shouted. "You couldn't keep your eyes off Veronica's firm boobs and little ass, but you can't take the time to remember her name? What a jerk."
"Oh, yes, that couple. John and Veronica." I responded.
"The guy's name is Jonah. You know, one day after she squeezes out a few kids, she's going to be fat like me. Do you need help with the little girls name? Was it Cindy, was it Sally? Guess, jerk."
I laughed, "Yes, that was it, Sally was the cute little girl. And you're not fat. You have curves in all the right places." I continued.
Sandra said, "I told her that I would have you run some things out to them and if they didn't want anything, they could either share with their neighbors or have their own garage sale. Do you know they live not far from the base? She told me it wasn't necessary, but I told her you would be glad to help. I hope you don't mind."
"And just when am I supposed to do this?" I protested. "I guess I could take a lunch break if it isn't far."
"Oh don't be a baby. She gave me the address. You can stop by on Monday." Sandra was done discussing the matter and continued to select items the young family might want or need.
The rest of the weekend went by without further discussion of the visit, which in one way convinced me that it was all perfectly innocent, at least, nothing alarming had been revealed to my wife. I imagined Veronica walking through the house being given the grand tour by my wife. I felt a tinge of guilt. You'd think about having this young girl I've lusted over, who I've confided in, and who's panties I had sniffed and masturbated into, being befriended by my wife. In reality, my guilt was that I seemed to have so much in material things compared to this beautiful young couple and their child. And then, to add insult to injury, I'd be bringing the left over throw-away items I couldn't get rid of for quarters and dollars at a garage sale, to this young couple barely making ends meet. I know it wasn't that way, but I just felt bad about it all.
On Monday morning, I grabbed coffees from Love's and headed to Veronica's apartment. I fully expected that somehow, Jonah would be there waiting for me, but his car was gone and so was he. My truck was loaded with items from the garage sale, but I had no intention of unloading them until later.
Veronica was waiting for me at the door. "I'm sorry if we caught you off guard, she said with a little grin, but it was the only way we would ever get to see what you are like away from here. I'm so used to seeing you dressed like this (slacks, shirt and tie), I almost didn't recognize you in shorts and a t-shirt."
I didn't even comprehend what she was saying. Veronica was wearing one of my shirts. It was actually a brand new t-shirt that I had only worn once and tucked into a drawer never to make the rotation again because of the color. Maroon. I knew it was mine because it was a high school t-shirt I bought while visiting my home town two years ago. "Where'd you get that?" I asked, walking into the apartment and shutting the door behind me.
"Where do you think? I bought it at the garage sale, Mr. Cranky Pants."
I set our coffees on the table and noticed that one of the chairs from the dining room table was sitting by itself in the middle of the living room. Before I could ask, Veronica grabbed my tie and pulled me to the chair. "What's going on now?" I asked.
"I need you to do something for me." she said.
She had me sit in the chair, and then she walked toward the bedroom. I immediately looked at her panties, wondering if this was another situation like last time where we would both provide a souvenir for Jonah. They weren't the same black ones, but rather a pair of silky pink bikini bottoms. I smiled, pleased with the thought. My mind quickly turned to the idea of a lap dance.
Veronica was going to perform a lap dance for me. That had to be it. She came out of the bedroom and quietly shut the door so Emma wouldn't hear. She was carrying a pillow from the bed and suddenly I imagined that she was going to kneel before me and give me a blow job. Oh my god! This was going to happen I had convinced myself.
Veronica set the pillow down in front of the chair and said, "I don't know what you are thinking, but that isn't it. I need you to shut your eyes, please."
"What?" I asked?
"Just do it you big baby." She said.
I shut my eyes and sat there. I could hear Veronica moving, hoping that I would next feel her unbuckling my pants. Instead, she said, "Open your eyes."
I opened my eyes and was staring into the maroon t-shirt with my high school mascot, an eagle head similar to the Philadelphia Eagles logo. I looked lower and for the first time, I realized the panties were on the floor and I was seeing Veronica's most private parts.
The pubic hair was not shaved but very closely trimmed, not a five o'clock shadow, but a definite buzz cut. I gasped with surprise and desire as I quietly inspected what I had imagined in my mind for months. The dark brown coloring combined with black pubic hair was similar to my own wife's. Very often in Hispanic women, if you were to only view the lower body focusing in on the vagina, you might think you are looking at a Black woman. Veronica was not as dark, yet she obviously had the Hispanic features I loved about my own wife. What was very much different was the outer lips. They were much larger than my wife's, and I loved the idea of taking them, taking all of her into my mouth. I pressed my nose to her stomach and Veronica asked me to close my eyes again. I did as she asked and then asked her, "Are you okay with this?"
