Lady Lynxx is back with a new series! GARDEN OF EDEN - Part 4 - Completed

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“So what do you think?” Evette asked her husband. “Do you think we should go for it? It seems like the best thing for Dorothy….”

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Marlon sat down in his favourite armchair wearily after just walking back into the house. It was approaching early evening as they had just come back from Lucinda Lee’s palatial home and were still reeling from the implications of her offer of a scholarship for Dorothy. He shook his head before replying to Evette.

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“I know it seems great baby, but I don’t trust any of them Lee folk as far as I can throw em’. Have you forgotten that Jackson Lee was the same man that ran my Grandpa out of business? That bastard wouldn’t stop driving his prices down until he watched Gramps literally close up shop. He was an Uncle Tom too; he wouldn’t have had the capital to sell the stuff in his hardware store so cheap if he wasn’t so far up the white man’s ass.”

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“Oh Marlon, I know he did your family wrong but there’s still no need to speak ill of the dead. Jackson Lee is dead and his family are rich now anyway; they have too much money to bother any of us poorer folk now. Lucinda seemed like she was really impressed with Dorothy and wanted to help. Maybe she feels bad about what her late husband did; you never know.” Evette reasoned. “Anyways, you know what they say; you should never kick a golden nugget in your path, always pick it up.”

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“I see you’ve already been dazzled by her big ol’ house and the tea in those stupid little cups that she served us.” Marlon replied. “I’m telling you, I don’t trust em and I have a bad feeling about it. I mean why does her family charity want to sponsor Dorothy all of a sudden? There been other smart kids in town over there years; why not them too? Trust me Eve, there’s something behind this. I can feel it in my gut.”

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Evette sighed and walked over to her husband sitting in the chair. She could understand his scepticism given the family history after all, but at the same time felt that Lucinda was very sincere. The old woman really seemed to like their daughter and was determined that she not end up a young teen with no education and no prospects. Evette also imagined that their lives would be much easier without the burden of having to fork out of their own savings for Dorothy’s college fees. At the most basic level it would be a welcome relief to not have to scrimp and save every penny for a change. All Marlon needed was a little coaxing she thought; Dorothy would be more than taken care of and in the end, everyone would be happy.

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Evette gently guided her medium frame into her husband’s lap and stroked his low cut afro hair; she looked into his eyes as if to plead with him and then continued to drive her case forward.

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“Honey…I understand what you mean; but I don’t know, I just think that we should explore the opportunity. She did say that the scholarship would be legally binding and that we would have to sign some documents to confirm it. We could always get an attorney to take a look at it for us. Just to check that there aren’t any loop holes.”

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Marlon made an uncertain face, but still seemed firm and unbudged.

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“Who got money for an attorney?” he asked.

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“Come on baby - we have some savings. Paying an attorney to look at some papers can’t really make a dent in that. I’m just saying that we should do what is best for Dorothy and what is best for the family.”

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“Evette you just don’t understand do you? Look I don’t wanna owe those people nuthin’ whether it be money, time, assistance or anything! I was only fine with her weirdo of a son being within two feet of Dorothy because he was teaching bible study.”

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“Baby please.” Evette purred while slowly rubbing his chin. “Can we just think about it? Please Marly….”

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“Marly? You only call me that when you want me to….”

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“Well today isn’t any different; you know what the best thing about Dorothy living in the house at the back is?”

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“What?”

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“I can call you Marly anytime without having to worry about anyone walking in on us.”

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“Well there’s your mom.”

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“Mom is upstairs sleeping like a log. She won’t wake up for a good few hours now….”

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“I see that you have this all figured out.” Marlon said and pulled her face in close for a kiss. “I like it.” He whispered and continued to kiss her then began to get out of the chair. He stood up and pulled her legs around his waist whilst she wrapped her arms around his neck. Marlon didn’t stop kissing her as he carried her over to their dark wood dresser and then set her on the edge of it. Evette popped the buttons off her blouse in a frenzy and pulled her hair out of letting a bun it fall down her back. Marlon peeled her bra off and then lifted one of her sagging breasts to kiss it; Evette looked down at her cleavage and winced. She had breast-fed each one of her four daughters and her once firm and high breasts had paid the price of motherhood. Marlon happened to look up and caught a glimpse of the insecurity in her eyes. He didn’t understand why she always felt so when he had never made her feel anything but desire for her body. In his mind, breasts were supposed to fall as the years passed, just as he expected that he would eventually loose his own hair and teeth.

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“Don’t even think it.” He said. “You’re beautiful…might not be sixteen anymore, but I still remember how you used to be and you ain’t changed that much.”

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“But I’m so much bigger than I was and then these.....” she said gesturing to her chest.

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“Evette, you’re a mother to four girls. Give yourself a break; I seen some women that look worse after one kid let alone four! I don’t care about all that stuff so what does it matter?”

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“I just think I’m getting old that’s all. All the kids have left….”

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“Don’t worry about all that suga, you’ll always be sixteen to me.” He beamed earnestly. “Now where was I?”

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Evette smiled at her loving husband as he went back to licking her nipple until it was hard; she moaned heavily and leaned back on the dresser as he pulled her panties to the side to feel how wet she had become. Marlon could swear that her juice was running down his forearm as he rubbed her clit gently. Evette shuddered and her thighs trembled a little as he built up a steady rhythm – she tried to break free from her underwear and pull it down to make it easier but he stopped her.

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“No baby,” he said. “Keep them on just like you used to when we would sneak around back in the day. Couldn’t tell us nuthin’ then…we used to get it on anywhere and everywhere.” He chuckled.

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“Ooh yeah I remember that.” She replied. “That was because you couldn’t wait to get inside me so you’d never get round to getting my panties off.”

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“Sure didn’t.” Marlon affirmed and then revealed his penis that was already thick and hard. He kept Evette’s panties pulled in place as he inched his way into her. He kept his finger on her clit and continued to rub it as he slowly thrust his pelvis back and forth. The dresser rocked a little from the momentum and she held on to him tighter as the stroke intensified. Marlon loved everything about making love to her from the way her soft curly pubic hairs felt against is dick to the endless creamy secretions that came out of her and got stuck on both of them. His pants dropped to his ankles as he shifted to open her legs wider and push in deeper; Evette looked at him in desperation as she felt an orgasm approach. Marlon continued the simultaneous rubbing and fucking while wetting her lips with his tongue. He knew that this would drive her crazy and the inevitable would happen soon; as her body peaked, Evette began screaming at the top of her voice as if possessed and bucked like an unbroken mare. Marlon chuckled to himself as she came very hard; it was that same kind of sex that had given them four extra mouths to feed.

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“Ahh…ahh…ahh yes Marly! Fuc…me! Oh God!” she screamed while muffled by his palm.

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“Hush woman.” He said. “You’re gonna wake your mama!”

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“I can’t help it baby, you’re making me feel so good.” She whispered and then pulled his head down to kiss him as he kept thrusting. Once they broke the kiss, she held him tightly and looked into his eyes; it wouldn’t be long until he would be at his weakest moment. Marlon was a strong and responsible man, but the only person who could make him do what he didn’t want to was Evette. Furthermore, she knew exactly when to strike to get her way; he pulled her closer to him by sliding his large hands under her behind and pushed even faster. There were no more words, only grunts and deep groans from him that increased in frequency until she felt his warm semen fill her inside. After that, his sweat dripped onto her face as his huge work-worn frame went limp. They were both satisfied.

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A few moments passed and they both felt the uncomfortable stickiness of sex on their bodies and broke free of each other. Evette loosely buttoned her blouse back up and picked her bra off the floor. She hoped that the commotion hadn’t woken her aged mother, but doubted it. Marlon cocked his head a little and then they both chuckled when they heard a loud snore.

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“I told you she was sleepin’ like a log.” Evette said smiling.

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“You weren’t lying. So maybe we can take a shower together and then you can make me some dinner.” He replied.

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“Me make you some dinner?” she asked in mock sarcasm. “How ‘bout you put on an apron and be the cook for a change? It’s Sunday remember and I think I deserve a day off that stove….”

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“Alright you sexy thang; imma whip up something for us. But first let’s take a shower.”

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She waited until he was relaxed under the hot water spray as she scrubbed his back before re-broaching the subject. Over the years that they had been married, she had learned the art of negotiating with him to see her side of things through strategic determination. Whist other women chose to argue with their spouses until one of them broke down for the sake of peace, Evette preferred gentle persuasion.

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“So are you gonna think about it?” she began.

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“About what?”

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“You know what baby.”

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“The scholarship?”

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“What else?”

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He sighed in response; it wouldn’t hurt would it? She was only asking him to think about it and her idea of an attorney would be a safety net. Marlon guessed the old family grudge against the Lee family had to be squashed someday. He was only thankful that both his grandfather and father were already safely in their graves and could not object to whatever decision he made.

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“I say that we ask her for the contracts and speak to an attorney before we even mention it to Dorothy and Joe. We don’t wanna get those kids hopes up and then let them down. I just don’t want Lucinda Lee to pull a dirty trick like sending my baby all the way to the east coast and then withdraw from paying her fees like half-way thru her degree or something….”

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“She won’t Marly. I promise you – that woman wants to help us, genuinely.”

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“You’d better be right Evette.”

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“Umm hmm….” She replied and then finished off his back. When he turned to face her, Evette smiled as she looked down and saw that he had a pleasant surprise for her.

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“Already?”

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“You just called me Marly baby…what did you expect.”

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They finally stepped out of the shower an hour and many more orgasms later.

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Elizabeth stirred a little and then cocked an eye open. She had been sleeping for most of the day after being dropped back home from the church service that afternoon. She could swear that she heard one of her old bones creak as she tried to sit herself up in the bed. What had woken her up? She closed her eyes again to concentrate and listen; her hearing was still sharper than most realised, but not as sharp as she would have preferred it to be. The shower was on at an unusual time of the day and then there was the sound of splashing; almost frolicking. Who could it be?

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Elizabeth reached over to the nightstand to pick up her reading glasses and kept on listening. After a few more seconds of wondering, she recognized the sound of her daughter’s voice and then her son-in-law’s deep groans. She smiled to herself as she guessed that they were getting it on in the shower again. At least they still love each other, she thought.

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After being satisfied that she knew what was going on, Elizabeth slowly inched her legs over the side of the bed and put her slippers on. She knew that she spent far too much time sleeping most days, but she was tired. She was old. In her mind, there was no reason for her to still be hanging around on earth. At eighty-four years of age, she longed to be back in the company of her best friend. It seemed like just yesterday, when she too looked forward to her husband ravishing her bones and making her feel like a beautiful woman. She missed his attention and his loving eyes. The years had passed by, but many things remained the same – the grieving for him never went away and the pain only slightly dulled.

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That was the main reason that she didn’t find cause to speak much. All the doctors that Evette had taken her to had reassured that in time her mother would overcome the shock of losing her husband so violently, but in contrast, Elizabeth had only retracted deeper and deeper into her own little world. They’d even said that she may be senile, but that wasn’t the case. Elizabeth vowed that she would only speak when she needed to – which in her opinion was minimal. She then thought back to that night that she met her granddaughter creeping back to her house looking a mess. Elizabeth pursed her lips in disappointment at the memory – she’d always had high hopes for Dorothy and wondered what had gone wrong. More importantly, just who she was cheating on her “pretend husband” with. Such behaviour was shame in her eyes, since Joe and Dorothy had produced such a beautiful child. Elizabeth felt that Eden was the best thing that had happened in a long time; the only thing was that the arrival of yet another new baby in the family made her feel ancient.

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After musing for a while, she put on her good dressing gown and slippers then took a quick look at her reflection before venturing down the stairs. The image that stared back at her in the dressing table mirror was a miserable one, but then again, there was really nothing to smile about.

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By the time Elizabeth got downstairs, Marlon was already rustling up some dinner in the kitchen. He looked a funny sight in a flower print apron which was accessorised by his sweaty face. She hoped that he wouldn’t notice her shuffle by and walk out onto the porch, but she caught his eye just before she was out of his line of sight.

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“Good evening ma, are you hungry? I made enough potatoes for you too.” Marlon offered smiling.

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Elizabeth shook her head and dismissed him with a wave of her hand without even stopping.

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“Suit yourself.” Marlon shrugged and turned back to the cooking.

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Elizabeth carried on feeling relieved that he hadn’t pressed the subject and passed a dozing Evette on the couch before letting herself out on to the front porch. She plopped herself into her designated rocking chair and looked up to the stars. Waiting to die was boring at the best of times – but she took comfort in the fact that it would eventually happen. Someday.

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It was turning out to be a long Sunday – Dorothy knew that her parents had visited Lucinda’s house after church as planned, but she had seen neither hide nor hair of them since. It was strange; not even an excited call from her mother who she guessed would have been most ecstatic about the scholarship news of all. What could have happened? Dorothy asked herself. Could Lucinda have spilled the beans about Darryl?

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She bit her bottom lip with worry and looked up at the clock as Eden sucked eagerly at her breast. It was seven fifteen in the evening and in her estimation, her parents would have long since arrived home. What if they told her no? Dorothy quizzed her mind again – it was becoming a frustrating burden and there was no one else she could talk to. It was driving her crazy; she couldn’t even mention it to Joe as he didn’t know that she had been to Lucinda’s house in the first place.

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After some time, she noticed that Eden was no longer sucking and had obviously had enough. Dorothy quickly burped her daughter and put her in her crib shortly afterward. She then went back into the small living room to find Joe still watching TV. That was all he seemed to do most nights, just eat his dinner and watch the tube whereas she still had school and would take an hour out sitting at the kitchen table trying to get some study in.

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“Come over here for a minute.” Joe said. “Let me have a few minutes with my baby.”

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Dorothy obliged and sat down next to him then leaned her head on his chest.

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“Hey.” She said.

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“Hey baby.” He replied. “You okay? You seem quiet tonight…the baby okay?”

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“Yeah she’s sleeping. I’m just a little tired that’s all.”

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“Too tired to….”

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“Well if you do me like you did the other night, I won’t be.”

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“I hear that baby. It’s kinda crazy isn’t it? How I thought you wouldn’t be into that freaky stuff all this time.” Joe confessed. “I feel like we’re so much closer now.”

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“I guess.” Replied Dorothy without really thinking about it. Her mind was preoccupied and she guessed that her parents were not going to call that night about the scholarship offer. She decided to let go of those thoughts as Joe began to kiss her lips softly. They were soon forgotten as his touch made her feel alive – she didn’t think about Lucinda Lee again until the next morning.

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© Lady Lynxx 2010

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