Just a taste for all those who dig the sickness in my mind. It will be a while before I can complete my new stuff as I have things in my life coming up to take my time. But it is time that will hopefully recharge the mind's eye and focus it to a better level than before. To those of you waiting patiently for Becoming the Dominus 4 it is under construction and will hopefully be out soon. Enjoy this little tidbit if you will and feel free to enjoy it. By the way this is a work of fiction so I did borrow a name or two but not anyones intentionally.
From the moment the lawyers were done to the moment I saw the movers pick up his stuff and go I didn't feel alone. I kept on at my own pace for some weeks after it was over, but deep down I wouldn't let myself believe it. It wasn't until three months after he had moved out that it all hit me at once. I was alone. He stole my life, my innocence, as well as my well being. It was then I realized as the tears started to come down he took my pride with him as well. I was suddenly crying on my floor for hours when it all hit me.
Before all of this happened we lived happily. We married when I was eighteen and he was nineteen. We shared our love for each other throughout college and he got his degree in economics and I got mine in pre-law. I then got enough courage after our first child was born and went full out in law school. In the third year of it we had our second child. I was through with kids until after I got done with my schooling. I finished my fourth year of school and found my specialty was going to be estate and trustee law.
When all was said and done with my bar exams I got a good job with a respectable firm. It also didn't hurt that as a minority I was offered a good spot. My boss liked me regardless of the color of my skin and that I was a good worker and kept all my affairs in line. I soon brought in a respectable set of clients to the firm. During which time I set out and met other clients and soon I made several good deals with the newer clients that netted my firm some very affluent clients. Over time our small firm became a large and prosperous one. It wasn't all me as we have several good people working for us, but it didn't hurt I was ready to be the best at what I do.
My husband however wasn't the greatest one in the world for patience. It wasn't until I turned thirty eight that I found out he was cheating on me, and regularly. It wasn't bad enough he was cheating on me, but he was doing it with a white girl. He always told me a white girl had no appeal to him. I should have known better but here it was proof in the pudding. He had a soccer mom he was fucking as well as a secretary at his office. The fuck was cheating on me with more than four women before I found out about it and left him. The divorce was quick and clean as I had my friend handle it and in less than six weeks he was cut loose with his whores.
I laid on the floor crying and then got to my feet slowly. I walked to my bedroom and the tears would not stop running. I had let my kids go out to their aunt's house for the weekend so that gave me all the time I needed to get my head together. It wasn't only me that the divorce hurt, it was all around us. My kids loved their dad as boys tend to, but they also were hurt that dad had hurt me so. My oldest son Dwayne was truly hurt by the cheating his father had done. He had been taught by his father to be a good and honest person, yet here he was betraying his family to the point of stupidity. My younger son Demetrius was not so hurt by his dad, yet he knew what he did was messed up. My sister and brother were supportive of me, yet they agreed I could do much better. I wasn't sure I wanted to do anything at all considering how things had panned out the first time around. Almost twenty years of my life wasted for what? Two kids that seemingly only tolerated me and a fuck hole of a ex husband. That was not what I wanted with my life.
I decided to be done with the old house as soon as my tears had dried. I moved out of the house I had lived in for sixteen years and moved to a new local. The suburb I moved to was nice and quiet. My sons decided to stay with their aunt and uncle as they didn't want to move from their friends. It hurt that I moved to San Diego and they stayed in Los Angeles, but I knew it was what they wanted. They eventually moved in with their aunt and uncle but we kept in touch. I found a nice three bedroom that I renovated into a nice home with office and gym. The neighbors were all decent upper class people with good jobs and loving families, it made me sad that I was alone and they were happy. I made some friends with them and some of the kids in the area showed up to my house as I had yard work and the likes they did happily for the simple reward of cash.
It was three of those kids that became regulars whenever I needed something. Damon was the leader of the crew. John and Randal were not tagger-alongs, but they definitely followed him. Damon was a strong tall eighteen year old who was a safety on his high school team. John and Randal were also football players, but not as good as him. When I needed something done Damon was the first to show. He'd call the others and they would come running to help. Needless to say my yard, front and back, were perfect year round and my house was always painted properly. It was Damon that started calling me "Ms. D." as my name is Shandra Dubious, but he thought it was cooler so it stuck. It saddened me when I found out they had joined the Marines together and were off to boot camp soon. They had a party two days before they left and I saw the pretty young girls mobbing around Damon and sighed. He was a charmer for sure. At six foot one he was lean and muscular with black hair and stunning ice blue eyes. John was a sandy blonde with blue eyes and Randal was a green eyed kid that always shaved his head bald. The party went on and I heard a knock at the door.
I opened it to find Damon standing there smiling at me.
"Well now. To what do I owe this pleasure?" I asked sounding formal.
"I was just coming by to say I hope I see you after I'm done with boot." he said hoping.
"Oh? And why would you want to see me after you graduate?" I asked him arms across my chest.
"Because Ms. D you are the shit that's why." he said beaming.
I laughed at that comment and patted his cheek. He smiled at that and I then told him, "Go back to your party or all those girls will miss you."
"They aren't the ones I want to miss me." he said as he turned back to the party.
I stopped and turned around as he walked away. Did he really just say that to me? I was stunned, I was nearly old enough to be his mother and he said that to me? I closed my door mouth open and walked back to my office. I sat in the chair and fidgeted in it a bit as the weight of his words sunk home. I realized suddenly I was too uncomfortable at the desk so I went and took a shower. I washed my body then looked down at it. For thirty nine I was OK looking I guess. At five eight I am kind of tall and my hips were a bit thick and I do have a large ass. My chest is topped with a large pair of forty D breasts and my tummy is flat with a slight curve. my hair was shoulder length and tied into tiny fashion braids that made me look like I have a full head of hair. I'm hardly what one would call attractive as my skin is very dark, but I guess he was just drinking. I let it go as I washed off then I got out. I dried off and rubbed my favorite lilac lotion in my skin as I dressed in a pair of shorts and a log tee. I went back to my kitchen and made a drink. I sipped at it as I watched a movie but I was too caught up in Damon's words to pay attention to it.
I wondered if her really meant it as I sipped my drink. I then got up and went to my bedroom and went to my closet. I set out my outfit for work the next day when I heard the doorbell ring. I sighed and went to it. As I opened it I saw John and Randal standing there.
"Well now you boys ready to go become men now?" I asked smiling at them.
"Yes ma'am." John said snapping me a salute. Randal slapped his arm as he laughed with me.
