The Sex Opera ...Season 2

Monday, November 13, 2006

Chapter 6, part 1

Parker was awakened by light taps at his front door. After a good, healthy stretch and belly rub, he gathered himself and crawled out of bed. He ducked his head in Tyler’s room and noticed he was sound asleep with his Tickle Me Elmo tucked safely under his armpit and thumb in his mouth. He pulled the door closed so that he wouldn’t disturb the toddler’s quiet time.

Parker trotted down the stairs but not before the taps wrapped against the door pane once again. “Be right there. Hold on a second.” He peeked through the viewing window and saw Brie standing there putting out a cigarette.

He pulled the door open where Brie blew out the remaining smoke through her nostrils. “Did anyone ever tell you that smoking isn’t good for the baby?”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. But I needed that one,” Brie said as she pushed her way inside.

“Brie, I’m quite sure Frank wouldn’t like you smoking in the state that you’re in.”

“Save me the lecture, Parker, I’m not smoking on a constant basis. That was the only one I’ve had in months. I just needed that one to calm my nerves.”

Parker closed the door behind her and wiped my eyes. “What’s bothering you?”

“The damn police.”

He swallowed hard as if a bird had flown in his mouth and perched a nest on his Adam’s apple. “Why are the police bothering you?”

“Well, they haven’t contacted me as of lately, but I know it’s only a matter of time before they’re back with their questions.” Brie waddled into the living and slowly lowered herself onto the sofa.

Parker didn’t want to say anything but Brie was quite appealing with her rounded tummy and full face. Her ankles were a bit swollen as were her hands. She looked radiant pregnant and she actually had a great looking set of tits now that she was with child.

“My no-good ex husband sister called and threatened that she believes that I did something to her sorry as brother.”

Parker didn’t know what to say with the exception of, “Did you?”

Brie snatched her head around. “Hell no! That fool left me! But for some reason, his sister seems to believe that I put rat poison in his ravioli and put his sorry ass out of my misery.”

“Well, you shouldn’t have anything to worry about, Brie. You know what happen. If she wants to fish around for something that isn’t there then let her.”

“Yeah, I know all this but I don’t like the fact that she sicked the cops on me and I didn’t do anything wrong. It’s like she wants to believe that I had something to do with his disappearance but I’m in the same boat she’s in. I don’t know where that fool is, only I don’t care to know where his sorry ass is. It’ll do me good to know he’s floating in the Detroit River somewhere.”

Parker chuckled under his breathe before yawning. “I understand your anger but don’t let it get to you. It’ll pass over. The police will know that you’re telling the truth and the case will go unsolved.”

“I hope so. I want Gertrude to leave me the hell alone.”

“Just let it go.” He patted her shoulder before turning to the kitchen. “You want a cup of orange juice?”

“Sure. Where’s Tyler?”

“He’s still sleeping. He had a rough night last. Kept me up for most of the night.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. I don’t know what it is but he was really fussy.”

Parker stepped in the kitchen, swung open the refrigerator and grabbed a carton of Florida’s Best. He opened the cupboard and grabbed a large plastic cup and poured his neighbor a healthy glass of Vitamin C. Parker walked back into the living and handed Brie her drink.

“How often has Gertrude called?”

“I just hung up the phone with her. She keeps asking me when’s the last time I saw Bruce but I keep trying to tell her I don’t remember nor do I care to remember.”

“She’s just looking for her brother Brie. You gotta understand where she’s coming from.”

“Fuck her and him. She didn’t give a damn about me when I told her raggedy ass that he was slapping me around so why should I give a fuck about how she feels now?”

“Wow such language for a mom-to-be again.”

“Oh shut up Parker.” She took a sip of her orange juice. “I mean who does she think I am? His keeper or something?”

Parker shook his head and folded his arms across his chest. “Brie, did you need anything?”

“Nah, I just wanted someone to hear my frustration. Frank had to fly out last night so I couldn’t talk to him. Athena isn’t answering her phone so you were the next best thing.”

“Well, thanks I think.”

“No problem.” She finished the last of her orange juice and handed him the empty cup. “I may need a little help here.”

Parker raced around to the front of the sofa and grabbed her hands. With his feet planted firmly on the floor, he pulled her body forward as she struggled to peel herself from the sofa.

“Shit! I feel like a damn whale fresh out the Atlantic.”

“I remember when Jaleesa was pregnant with Tyler. I thought she was the sexiest thing walking this earth.”

“I definitely don’t feel sexy. I can’t see my feet or my waistline. By the way, how are they doing down there?”

Parker looked down. “You’re wearing two mix matched house slippers.”

“Shit! I thought one felt different.”

They both laughed. “Well, thanks for lending me your ear and the glass of O.J. I’ll get out your hair.”

“Anytime, Brie. And tell Frank to stop by sometime. We can watch the Pistons whoop up on some of opponents.”

Playfully, she slapped his face and smiled. “I’ll be sure to do that.”

Parker escorted Brie out the living room and held the door open for her wide frame. He couldn’t get over her even skin tone and plumb bosom. Thinking back to Jaleesa when she was pregnant Parker couldn’t help but think about how warm and wet her womanhood was throughout her pregnancy. She stayed horny and he was more than happy to feed her what she wanted. It wasn’t until after Tyler was born that her mood for sex had dropped as did her baby fat. The postpartum depression kicked in immediately after Tyler turned a month old and that’s when their marriage started to deteriorate.

As Brie made her way across the lawn, light sounds came from Tyler’s room. “I’m coming, Ty,” Parker shouted from the foot of the staircase.