When Foes Collide I
It was late in the afternoon, when a loud rapping could be heard all over the house.
Knock! Knock! Knock!
"Coming!" Aunt Cessy's voice sounded out, carrying all the way to the front door.
The voluptuous Mexican woman swayed through the hallway, cut across a corner of the living room, and finally stepped into the tiny foyer of her home. In irritation, Cessy peered out through the tiny security peephole. She did a double take when she observed who was standing out there. What the hell was he doing here, she asked herself.
Cessy unlocked the door and swung it open, revealing the brawny figure of Pablo Robles. The impatient man had his arms crossed. He looked as irritated as she did, in fact. The robust sister-in-law couldn't help but notice how thick the man's arms were, or how well his chest filled out his shirt. Pablo wasn't wearing much, she noted, just a loose tank top, shorts, and tennis shoes. Much, much yummier than the usual men that knocked on her door, Cessy decided.
"I'd like to speak to Lorena." Pablo requested.
"Well, you can't."
"Why not?"
"Because she's not here." Cessy revealed.
Pablo frowned. His expression gave away that he thought Cessy was lying to him.
As for Cessy, well, her mind was in a whirl. She was already thinking of doing some very naughty things with her brother-in-law, except for one very significant factor. It was well known that Pablo Robles hated her guts. She would have to be extra sneaky to get into the man's pants, if she thought she had any chance of seeing that extra-large log that Lorena always bragged about. Or maybe she didn't have to be that sneaky at all. Maybe Cessy could be as blatant as she ever was, and accomplish the same sort of wickedness anyway. Hoping to draw him inside, she huffed and started to shut the door. Pablo reached out to stop her from fully closing it.
"Tell her it's important." Pablo persisted.
"What's so important?"
"Tell her it's about us getting divorced."
He sounded serious, Cessy noted.
Still, the voluptuous Latina gave him a resentful look, as if he was about to intrude into her privacy. This was simply part of her act. With an impatient flurry, she turned and started into the living room. "Come with me."
Cessy swung her hips out, too, so that her brother-in-law could get a good look at her fat ass while he followed her in. Pablo picked a good day to show up, the woman thought, as she was wearing a double-strap halter dress tie-dyed in several shades of purple, and absolutely nothing underneath. Her full breasts were clearly visible and pushing up against the fabric of the dress, and already her nipples were itching to be touched.
Cessy paused so abruptly that Pablo nearly bumped into her. "You can see for yourself that Lorena isn't in the living room." She turned and brushed past him. "Now, come this way."
Pablo grunted behind her, but he trailed her steps nevertheless.
Cessy strolled through the short hallway. Once she reached its far end she motioned out at the kitchen, the dining area, and a small den that she hardly ever used. There was a downstairs bathroom, and she went as far to push its door open. "Lorena isn't in any of these rooms. You can see that if you have eyes."
She glanced over at the door leading into the garage. "I want you to be completely sure that Lorena isn't in there washing clothes, or hiding from you, so go in there and take a good look around."
Cessy was mildly surprised when Pablo said not a word. Quietly, he stepped into the garage. She wondered if he'd been drinking before he'd come over. Right after that thought crossed her mind, she started hoping he had. It would make the big beefcake that much easier to manipulate.
The wily woman had a few seconds to go over options. She could tell Pablo the truth, which was that Lorena hadn't dropped by ever since that night when the three Marines had come over and screwed both their brains out. Cessy didn't know where Lorena was, as her sister hadn't called or left any messages, or anything like that. That she didn't know where Lorena was she could readily admit. As to the reason why Lorena hadn't been around, well, Cessy thought she'd better keep that one to herself.
Then there was the part where Lorena thought she was better than Cessy. Well, if Cessy managed to seduce Pablo, she was going to turn around and throw that right into her sister's face. She was not going to have Lorena, her own flesh and blood, looking down at her as if she was some woman from the street who peddled her ass to just anyone. She wasn't a whore!
Cessy was simply a woman who did not want a man always telling her what to do, or what to wear or where to go. She wasn't the type who was going to sit at home all day and wait for her husband to get home, like some obedient bitch of a dog, like Lorena did for Pablo. Cessy wasn't going to have anyone telling her how to live her life, either. She had enough of that sort of shit from her stubborn and jealous ex-husband. For too many years, that man had made her life revolve exclusively around him. Vehemently, Cessy refused to allow herself to get caught up in that same sort of situation again. It was her life to live, wasn't it? Wasn't it?
Cessy walked over to the patio door and glanced through the large plate of glass, just as Pablo emerged from the garage.
"She's not in there." Pablo grumbled.
"Come over here." Cessy ordered, more or less.
Pablo came and joined her in looking outside.
"She's not out there, either." He said.
"Well, that's what I meant when I said she wasn't here." Cessy reminded him. "What did you think I meant? Now, come on."
She led him down the hallway again, rounding the stairwell and starting up to the second floor.
"Fine, I get it." Pablo stated in irritation. "She's not here."
