Chapter 3: Drop Off

That day soon blurred into the past, as something that never happened. A few times Chris has tried to talk to me about the conversation, but I shut him down each time instantly. We also had words about him springing Trent on me and how that wasn’t cool. Claire had caught wind of the conversation and challenged me as to why I didn’t like Trent. A mess of a conversation came out of all that. See Chris this is what I was talking about, he said he got it in the end. If I’m honest, I masturbated myself into oblivion that night. A secretive release to a crazy, evil afternoon.

I was soon back into our usual rhythm and everyone was back to normal. I did keep seeing Trent’s face in my mind’s eye from time to time, something about that chemical connection. I told myself it was simply my mind and body trying to clear itself of the strange link and that it would undo it in good time.

Thursday afternoon Claire wandered into the living room. I’d been at work this morning and was now in my gym gear and about to head there. “Mom, can you drop me at Cliff’s?”

She didn’t even make eye contact with me, her face glued to her phone as she walked past me. “Geezzz Claire, if only you had your own car and learned to drive.” It was a pointless comment I know. One that Chris and I had had some 50 times a month with her. I sighed, it was a waste of air, she doesn’t even respond to us about this anymore. I could obviously say nope and simply head out as I’d planned, but god help me, “Yup, I’m going now?”

“Cool,” was her maddening reply.

The drive there was completely uneventful. I dropped her at their driveway, said my “Love you, see you later” that would have been nice for her to reply to. But nope, another sigh from me and I moved the car to the end of their little street to turn the car around. Just as I was about to head past Cliff’s house, there was Claire waving at me from the door.

Arrrrggg what was this now? We’d made eye contact, so I couldn’t get away with pretending I’d not seen her. Christ she was 20, independent. I pulled the car to the side of the road and put my window down, “What?” in a slightly more pissed off tone than I anticipated.

She simply waved her hand to usher me inside and then vanished into the dark hallway of the house. What was going on? I manoeuvred the car into a better place, parked. Window up, out, car locked as I headed towards their house. Claire appeared at the open doorway just as I got there. Had someone died? If so she was looking very casual.

She then shared the reason I was there. “Cliff’s not back yet.” I must have looked as pissed off and confused as I felt as she added, “Trent needs to talk to you, apparently it’s important.”

Hearing his name conjured a naked vision of him again and I’d swear I felt a slight shiver cross my spine. My daughter vanished into the house leaving me alone at the open door. Jeezzus what was this about? I called out, “Trent,” as I walked forward into the house.

“Cheers Emily, it won’t take a moment. Close the door will you,” came his voice from a room to my right. I pushed the door to the street closed behind me and took a few steps into the, what I learned was their TV room. It had another entrance that I saw Claire walk through, with an “I’ll wait in Cliff’s room.”

Trent stood in front of the TV. “K,” was his reply to my daughter as he turned to face me.

“All ok Trent?” Christ he was an ugly, fat, little man.

He nodded, outstretching a hand pointing to a sofa, “Take a seat please Emily, we have a problem.”

His face told me he was serious, but I didn’t want to sit down. “I’m ok Trent, just tell me, I have an appointment I’m going to be late for.”

He looked me up and down, this time his gaze focused on my groin. Fuck I was in yoga leggings, they were tight. Really tight. Shit was he looking at my pussy lips? Quickest answer was to sit and cross my legs. I’m sure I did have my cleft showing but I hadn’t checked since leaving the car so fast. I quickly sat where he’d prompted. “I have a class in the gym. Now what’s wrong?” My legs crossed.

He smirked a second before his serious face came back. “Well Emily, we have an issue with them,” and he nodded in the direction that Claire had just gone.

What was he on about? “What?” I am getting impatient now.

He lowered his voice and leaned forward a little. “They’re having sex, you know.”

Oh FOR FUCKS SAKE, really? Was this what he was worried about, my god. “Trent...” I realised I didn’t know what to say next. He nodded like he’d just delivered a newsworthy message to me that I’d just understood. No, no, no, that wasn’t why I couldn’t speak to him. That made me cross. “Trent, fuck me,” wrong use of words that I instantly regretted. A quick fix, “Of course they are and they’re adults.” I wasn’t having this stupid conversation with him. I uncrossed my legs and braced myself to get up.

He shook his head, “No I don’t think you understand.”

I stayed sitting, waiting for the next revelation to blow my mind. “Yer?” god what was with him.

“I don’t think they’re using condoms.”

Somehow I felt that, right up inside my vagina, inside my womb. It’d swear it clicked, or pulsed or something inside me. In a flash I saw a white woman laying on her back, a black young man laying on top of her, an x-ray vision of his cock deep inside her, them moaning in unison as his semen spurted through his cock filling her uterus. I watched it gradually fill her. I felt my mouth open slightly and an almost imperceptible moan emanated from my throat.

His face showed confusion, so he continued, “We have a problem. I don’t want him being tied down yet.”

I had to actually shake my head. “What do you mean?” I had to clear that vision. I was now able to think clearly. He was just being a responsible father. I smiled at him, he looked even more confused. I tried to tell him that she was on the pill. It was ok. “Ittthhhhh,” I coughed to clear my throat but it was dry. I tried again, “Itththhhhh kkkkk.”

He quickly passed me a glass of something from the table next to him. I took a little sip, not sure what it was. A flavoured water? It did the job. “Thank you,” and he nodded as I set the record straight, “It’s ok, she’s on the pill.”

But he shook his head. That could only mean ... what she wasn’t taking it? God, I’d kill her. “How’d you know?”

He looked confused again, “Know what?”

“She’s stopped taking it?”

“Eh?” he was lost.

So was I now. “She’s on the pill, I’m sure she’s taking it.” I was. Unless he knew something different.

“No it’s not that,” he used his hand to show me relief. “It’s something else.”

“Good lord Trent, just spit it out.”

He blushed, somehow I saw him actually blush. I didn’t know you could see that on a black person, but it was very obvious right now. “God, how’d I put this,” he looked genuinely stuck. I offered him his glass back. He smirked and stood, “Let me get a drink. Would you like something?”

I huffed, I wanted to understand the problem so that I could fix it and then move on. He looked disappointed at my huff. “Water please.”

He wandered off, I could hear him in his kitchen. What on earth was he worried about? What was this all about? Just as he walked back and handed me a glass that I took a sip from he surprised me. “I’m glad I can share this with you.”

I frowned at him. “Spill it.”

He took a sip from his drink, putting it on the table, putting a few pills next to it. I looked down at my glass, it looked clear, he didn’t? Before I could answer him he blurted out a montage, I hardly took any of it in. It simply reeled it off, so fast he hardly took a breath. I held my hand up, “Hang on, hang on.”

He stopped and laughed at himself. I told him to start again and to go slower. He nodded and tried again, this time a little more succinctly. “I had my first child when I was 17 and I have one on the way right now.” I nodded for him to continue. “I have 12 sons and daughters, and that’ll be 13 soon.” I gasped at that revelation. He smirked. “I think it’s a problem of some sort.”

I snorted as a sort of chuckle. “You don’t say.” We both laughed, briefly.

He then looked more sombre. “Seriously I believe that my spunk is like super spunk.”