Despite telling myself that I wouldn’t stay for the week, I did, and I saw her when she was leaving after the lesson with Cara on Saturday. She waved at me with a wide smile, just like before, I found myself in a juxtapose situation: I was happy for the small glimpse of her and sad that I couldn’t keep her from leaving. Neither did I have any idea where she was headed.
The idea that she was likely headed to her boyfriend ignited a furious storm in my mind, a jealousy I'd never known taking hold. It didn’t help when Cara couldn’t give me any more personal information about her.
My best course of action was to avoid her, and I did it perfectly. With Cara’s help on her schedule, I strategically planned the days and time to leave and be home.
Despite that, I started becoming irritable. A part of me hoped she would run late or stay behind schedule with Cara, and I would get to see her, but that didn’t happen. She was always on time and fucking punctual to a fault. I wanted her to break the rules so I could convince myself that my running into herwas coincidental and the more days that passed, the more my longing to do more than just see her increased.
In the last few days just to convince myself she wasn’t the source of my edginess; I made a quick stop to my usual house, seeking the woman I'd convinced myself I wanted: big boobs, long blonde hair, a woman who’s main task is to wipe the name of another from me —perfect on paper— yet, something in me hesitated. My body performed while my mind wandered elsewhere. Her theatrical moans should have been validating, instead I felt like an actor in someone else's play. I left feeling hollowed out, like I'd betrayed someone or lost something. Only certainty is I didn’t gain what I'd come for.
Ms. K was all I could think about, my craving for her having become unbearable. Only she could quench my desire for her.
It's time I faced reality; my body and soul craves her. So, I changed tune and decided to see her at least twice a week. I started returning in the evening about ten minutes before her time was up, so I could see her, and like before, I got a smile, a wave or a simple “Hi, Uncle Dan”.
A part of me was calm and happy just seeing her but I needed more. I ached for more than a wave and a smile. I was at a loss on how to get closer to this woman. I should say something, I’ve never been at a loss for words, but with her, I’m tongue-tied. I can’t even think at all.
Chapter 5
Anu-Ms K
I’m no virgin, I’ve had a decent share of sex. Lately, I’ve been grinding hard on a dry spell. No thanks to my fucking ex, Teni, who had tried to turn me into his fucking dick scratcher. I let it happen until I realized he wasn't worth the shallow assistance he was giving. Now, this Uncle Dan has my ovaries jumping up and down, begging to be fertilized as my heart races with desire.
He doesn’t even talk to me, just a nod or a wave and my damn vagina is quivering.
Each time I see him, it takes a freight ton of control not to flounce out and show how much he’s affecting me. I grind my feet to make a slow stride and not show any ounce of the inner turmoil of wanting to jump his bones and the anger I temper at not being able to do that.
Maybe I just need to get laid, and he just might be a non-issue, but the problem is, I have no one to help me and I fucking dislike those damn toys. Turns out, I’m a girl that likes the real thing, no fakes.
It doesn’t help that I’m living half scared that someone is following me. I can’t tell my dad, his next course of action would be to move me out of Chicago, even if it just might be my own paranoia. Telling Derin, my overprotective brother is also just as bad, because he’s going to have round the clock bodyguard for me, which will also cramp my style. I just might go with Nkem’s suggestion of getting a male roommate. Hopefully, it stops this gut feeling that I’m being followed and watched.
Starting my car, I head out to my next lesson with Nick—sweet kid, shame about his father. I catch myself checking my lipstick in the rearview mirror, then scowl at my reflection. Why do I always attract these types? Men who somehow interpret basic politeness as an invitation. And why, despite knowing better, do I sometimes find myself wondering what it might be like to say yes? I don't need this. I'm doing fine by myself.
Absolutely fine! Unless Uncle Dan pops in mind.
“Are you, though?”My ever-horny bad angel questions.
“Be quiet,” I mumble out loud.
“If you are fine, why didn’t you mention Uncle Dan to Nkem?”
“Because he’s not in the equation.”
“Yet, the strong attraction is killing us.”
“Be quiet!”
I turn the music on, drown out my thoughts of Uncle Dan and the way I feel whenever I see him. There’s got to be a cure out there for my attraction.
Chapter 6
Daniel
I have now spent a month at my sister’s place, claiming my need for home cooked meal and closeness to Cara made me stay, but deep down I know it’s a chance to see Ms K. The attraction I feel towards her hasn’t subsided, though I hope every day that it will. I work late hours to keep from thinking about the woman that occupies my thoughts. Maybe it’s best I try a new tactic, like staying away longer. Maybe I will forget her.
My phone rings and I see its Cara.
"Uncle Dan," she cries, her voice trembling with desperation. I am immediately alert, picking up the frantic tone of her voice.
"Cara, please slow down and tell me what is going on." I appease
