Maggie and Kellie, my niecey pooh, had picked up on my creative bug. They had a little business where they customizedgraduation hats and things. This wasGrace Under Glitter’sfirst year as an officially registered business, but their second year operating. In their first year of operation, they made over ten thousand dollars. They had so many orders that Shan, Fiona, Whimsy, and I jumped in to help fulfill them. We were so proud of them.
The business meant a lot to both girls, but Kellie poured herself into it because it was like her phoenix after what she’d experienced. That was where the nameGrace Under Glitteremerged from. We always knew when she didn’t feel like herself because her wardrobe would be overly glittered and bedazzled. When Shan asked her about it, she said,‘when all else fails, find your grace in the glitter.’
“Ruth! You gonna threaten me over some dick? That’s kind of low for you,” Mega said like he was really hurt.
“I’m not threatening you over some dick. I’m threatening you over my dick.” I stood, wiped my hands on my damp rag, then took my apron off. I stepped into his space, then pointed my dainty finger in his face. “Megatron, you’re going to give me my dick, or we’re going to have a problem.”
A sexy smirk boldly rose to his face. “Damn, I love when you wear that lipstick. That temptress spirit gets in you, and I love fuckin’ it right out of you. You all need to put that in the marketing. Wanna get mega fucked? Wear Mega Temptress.”
I tried so hard to hold in my laugh. It was impossible because I knew he was serious because of the curse words. We cursed less and less, but every once and a while they came out. “Mega, shut up.”
He wrapped his arm around my waist. “You still want this dick? I mean, I think I could work something out.”
I took a small step back from his hold. With my eyes zoned in on him, I shimmied out of my shorts. Once they were off, I turned my craft seat around and put my left foot on it. “Howabout you work that tongue in this pussy since you’re getting on my nerves.”
His brow rose to match his lifted, curved lip. “Damn, I love it when you get raunchy. Let me stretch my tongue because I’m about to put you in a tongue coma.”
I gave myself a pep talk to keep my composure while I watched Mega flex his tongue in and out of his mouth, up and down, side to side. It annoyed me that with all of his silliness, I still couldn’t deny his overwhelming sexiness. There was nothing this man could do that I would think was unattractive.
My eyes bounced from his tongue to his dick that poked his shorts out. In the next few blinks of my eyes, he was on his knees with my leg on his shoulder, my ass hanging off my craft table, and my soul playing tug of war with his tongue. Sex with this man was one of the seven wonders of the world as far as my body was concerned.
“Mega, oh, Mega!” My orgasm snuck up on me hard and fast. My body shook as cum trickled down my legs and I was sure in my husband’s mouth. I was his favorite dessert.
He stood from his kneeled position, lined up his target, and hit the bullseye. “Damn, this pussy is like wine and Big G’s love. It gets better with time and salvation.”
I’d learned to ignore his statements that I still felt were sacrilegious. He would stand on his stance that he didn’t believe in religion so he couldn’t do anything that was sacrilegious. You had to just go with it when it came to Megatron.
He moved in and out of me to a rhythm of a soulful jazz singer. There was something transcendent about our lovemaking. It amazed me that he knew how to make beautiful music with his movements.
Shopping With the Girls . . .
“I bet a thousand dollars that he’s going to cry! Maggie wants her daddy to cry,” Shan said from across the table that we sat at for lunch.
It was shopping time, and the men and women decided to separate to do it. It was rare to get everyone in the same place, at the same time. Our lives had been busy being wives, business owners, mothers, and just everything.
We all giggled when Maggie rolled her eyes. “I’m not trying to get him to do anything. I just know he likes sentimental things from me. I got him an Asher Kane jersey too. Y’all do so much.”
I snickered because as much as Mega annoyed our baby girl, she didn’t like anyone to think of him in any other way but as a superhero. She didn’t play about her father in any way, shape, or form. “Ned is going to cry too, Shan. Let’s not act like he won’t.”
Shan sucked her teeth. “I never acted like he wouldn’t. Everyone knows that Ned’s tears only work for his family. I love my man’s vulnerability for us.”
Galiana chuckled from her seat where she fed her one-year-old daughter, LaTrice Blossom, from her breast. We called her Blossom which was Galiana’s best friend, Peace’s, first name. The arrival of Blossom was the beginning of Galiana’s retirement. Mekole, Fiona’s cousin, now took more of the lead, as that was why she was hired. Don’t be confused, because Mrs. Christianson’s crazy would never fully retire.
Galiana glanced at Maggie and Kellie before she spoke. “Shan, you love that your husband is crazy like we all lovethat our men are crazy.” She raised the hand that didn’t hold Blossom. “I don’t want no smoke, Kellie. You know your daddy is a little off.”
Kellie’s playful smirk danced on her face. “No smoke to be had, Auntie. I know what my daddy is and isn’t.”
It was hard to see our kids as they grew up and came into their own. Shan and I would have high school freshmen in the fall. Neither Ned nor Mega did well with it either. We all but had to threaten them not to enroll our daughters into an all-girl private school. Especially Ned after the traumatic incident that occurred with Kellie. One thing that I could say was that my village believed in therapy. It was great to have an award winning therapist and his connections in the village.
“Well, I can’t wait to see the men’s reactions to the gifts their girls got them,” Mama Goldie blurted. “We’re going to have a room full of crying ass men, mine included.”
We all agreed. I looked around the table that we occupied in the private room at Queen’s Plate. Here was me, Shan, Fiona, Mekole, Whimsy and her six-year-old daughter Stormie, Sadie, Croya and her two-year-old daughter Gracie, Galiana and her one-year-old daughter Blossom, my mama, Mama Goldie, Megan, Maggie, and Kellie. We spent the weekend in Charleston to shop for the men’s and boys’ Christmas gifts.
The men went to Charlotte for their shopping. They wanted to go to Vegas, but not with my boys, Matthew and Joseph. At ten years old, my twins were fucking menaces that I had to pray over in their sleep every night.Yes, curse words and all.Those boys took me through it, but their daddy stayed on their behinds.
Maybe the term menace was a little bit of an exaggeration. They weren’t necessarily bad, but they were busy, inquisitive, and stayed into something. They would be in the fifth grade this fall and both played baseball. Maggie’s friend, Travis, was a big influence for them when it came to baseball.
“Mama, what did you get Daddy?” I asked my mom.
