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and held me close. “Oh damn, Sheryl. Oh damn!”
    Mack’s fat nine inches pulsed deep within
me. We shuddered together. Yeah! It was good, right, and I didn’t
regret it one bit.
    When our breathing calmed down, he whispered
in my ear, “When can I have some more?”
    I giggled, because I was thinking the same
thing.
     

Entry Six
     
    I was late for work this morning. Not
because I wanted to be, but because of my sister.
    Oh, I never mention her, because… well
that’s a long story. Lauren Banks is a complicated person. She
thinks the world shitted on her and didn’t even give her tissue to
wipe it up.
    She’s always the victim and I really don’t
want to speak to her most of the time. Sure I’ll call her for her
birthday. I even sent a gift for her wedding anniversary. She
married the first guy she had sex with - poor thing.
    Now back to why I was late today.
    I had not come in the house until two that
morning. Mack and I had a late after dinner snack at his house, got
it on again and then he had his driver bring me home. Even then we
both didn’t want to leave each other.
    I really enjoyed myself with him. He was
charming, romantic, and thoughtful. Different for a man like him,
but a bonus for me. He even sent me a text message when I arrived
home to let me know he had really enjoyed himself.
    I stayed up the rest of the night going over
résumés for my assistant position. Then I emailed Lisa to let her
know my choice without an interview. I really didn’t have time to
go through all that crap. I just chose the one that looked good on
paper and who Lisa had found great references for.
    Finally, I made it to bed.
    Then about six o’clock in the morning, my
sister Lauren knocks at my door, looking as if she had just found
anything to throw on her body. Large bags sat under her eyes.
    I immediately thought something horrible had
happened to my mother.
    “What’s wrong?” I asked, wrapping my robe
tight around me. “Are you okay? Is momma okay?”
    “Everything’s fine, Sheryl, I mean health
wise.” Lauren was almost an exact replica of me, except she looked
like a ten year older version of me. Though she was just three
years older, she had this kinda frail look about her. Like if you
raised your voice at her, she’d pass out.
    “So why are you visiting me at this time of
morning, Lauren?”
    Tears welled in her eyes and she wailed - I
kid you not – WAILED, as if she were dying, “I’m leaving Mitchell!”
Then she collapsed in my arms.
    This took me aback because Mitchell was
Lauren’s world. He’d eat dirt for her. I knew if she ever left him,
they’d both be tore up from the floor up.
    I tried my best to comfort her, but she
began to get louder and louder. I coaxed her over to the couch and
we sat down.
    “Why would you want to leave Mitchell?” I
asked.
    Lauren looked up with tears streaming from
her blood shot eyes. “I- I can’t be married to him, Sheryl. I just
can’t.”
    “Why not?”
    She sat up and even moved a little away from
me. “I’ve been having these weird dreams. Like… well, like bad
dreams.”
    I frowned, not understanding her. “I don’t
comprehend you, Lauren. Just spit it out.”
    “I think I was raped.”
    My heart stopped. I could feel an old
sisterly protectiveness stir in me. Something I hadn’t felt for
Lauren in a long time. “When?”
    “When we were little.”
    I knew then that Lauren was trying to get
into the “victim role” again and thus didn’t take a word she said
serious. “In the dream you were raped?”
    “Yes, but I think it happened for real,
Sheryl.”
    “When?” I demanded to know.
    “Remember when we were kids and Momma use to
send us to Uncle E’s house?”
    I was like six or seven when we use to have
to go to Uncle E’s house every other week. I hated it because it
messed with the Barbie parties I’d have with my neighborhood
friends. And even though Uncle E was nice to me, he treated Lauren
like she was a sore spot