Chapter 2

I don’t know why I expected him to stop me from leaving so I took it upon myself to turn around at the door. “Oh yeah, I gotta help you clean up.” We moved the furniture back in place and took the leftovers, dishes and empties to the kitchen. I “helped” him cleanup the kitchen mostly by searching his refrigerator and cabinets, while he actually put things away and cleaned. A tight hug (God we are still so sweaty), a friendly kiss and I make my way across the yard to my house.

It is amazing to me how little Glenn annoys me. I can even accept that he has opinions that I didn’t give him. He is such a genuinely nice person; I just do not understand how no one has taken advantage of him and locked him up as their slave. Not a word of complaint from his mouth, just comebacks to my bantering. I am so happy he finally is out of his shell and responds to my sexual comments. I almost fainted when he actually offered to help me masturbate!

Twenty-nine years of friendship and before the last few months, the only response he could muster was a deep blush – so adorable on his caramel skin – and refusal to admit he heard what I said. Glenn created a personal auditory black hole for anything sexual. When we were schoolkids, he would walk away and say he had to do something at home. When we were teenagers, he would look away and blush. Once we were in college, he had the courage to look me in the eye while he blushed. His assertiveness since I returned from the Air Force just makes him yummier. He is so close. He will soon be ready. I just need to have patience and not touch him until I am sure he can handle me. I cannot bear to lose him like I have so many others. And they were not lifelong friends that knew me inside and out. Losing Glenn in my life would devastate me and Mami, too. I think she loves him more as the son she doesn’t have than I love him as a friend who has evolved into my best opportunity for a future as a wife and mother.

I am starving again. I guess that session took more out of me than I thought. Yesss! Empanadas. Mami never lets me down. I inhale a couple chicken and head upstairs. No sign of Mami on the way and I see she is in her room with the door closed. I throw a “‘cion, Mami” [The blessing, Mom – Note ‘cion is short for “Bendicion”. This is a traditional Dominican greeting of respect to an elder.] at her door to let her know I was home and I hear a faint “Dios le bendiga” [God bless you – the traditional response to Bendicion] as I approach my room. Peel off the sweaty clothes. I think I will celebrate my progress with Glenn by wearing something sexy to bed. I find the purple baby doll that feels so soft as it strains to hold in my curves and lay it out on the bed. I leave the matching panties in the drawer. They will just get in the way. Ok, what next? My robe, two towels and off to bathe. While the water is running, bath salts, lay out the candles and setup my playlist.

What a fantastic day. I cut thirty-two seconds off my ten mile best. Mami drove me crazy with baby talk but Glenn not only talked me off the ledge, we had a great time, today. Great movies and then I crushed that little infiltrator punk. Hope he doxes me and I get phone call from his mama so I can tell her what a little shit she raised. Then sparring with Glenn. I almost came when he struggled out of my submission holds. I had to let him put me in that cradle, otherwise how would I have been able to rub my ass against the erection he was working so hard to hide. I had to force my right hand away from my cleft. Not yet. OK, I will allow myself to keep squeezing my nipples. They huge and stiff whether I touch them or not.

Gym class freshman year. All the super-rich girls from Galeswood were trying to set the pecking order by making fun of us girls from Chesterton. My nipples were an easy target. I was at least two cup sizes bigger than every girl in are class and my nipples were the size of a penny and ¾ inches long even when they were not rock hard. And my nightmare. No way to hide them in a t-shirt no matter what bra I wore. Add that I was only 4’9” with a tiny waist and a huge caboose and my body was the ultimate dream for adolescent boys. The second week of class, our teacher had a talk with me about “showing off my body”. She ignored my protests that I was just following the school rules for appropriate gym attire and told me starting the next day I was expected to wear a sweatshirt and to be prepare to wear one no matter how hot it got later in the year.

I will never forget how my life changed when Patty Lynch made up that song about my nips and the boys caught wind of it. She egged them on until they got brave enough to snap my bra when the teacher’s back was turned and some of them even tried to make “brush passes” when during activities. I wanted to kick her ass so bad. But Tio Jose and Mami made it crystal clear when I begged them to let me learn karate with Tio Jose – if I ever start a fight or get in trouble at school for using what I learned, I was through. By then, I had seven years of training under my belt (white, always white – why is another story). So, I could not touch her.

Glenn tried to keep the boys in line with words but when one Brian Dugan make a “brush pass” with his elbow during basketball that knocked me down and left me holding one of my tits in pain, he lost it. He had to foul Brian hard three times before it finally provoked him into throwing a punch. Glenn slipped it to the left and pretended to fall forward. He let Brian’s momentum carry him into him and his knee “accidentally” hit Brian in the mid-section, knocking the wind out of him. Glenn fell to the ground holding his knee and trying to look innocent. Ms. Spellman could not understand why Vice Principal Gill kept asking her to describe what happened to Brian, repeatedly in detail while they were in the nurse’s office icing his bruised solar plexus. VP Gill happened to be a black belt and had seen both Glenn and I at tournaments. Glenn had six years training with Tio Jose and had earned his brown belt. Tio Jose had invited him to class after he took a beating when we were seven years old defending me from the boys in the neighborhood that were making fun of me – the new girl with a Spanish accent and broken English. He was my new best friend and hero from then on. After VP Gill, extracted the details of everyone teasing me, the “brush pass” and Glenn’s sudden inability to go anywhere near Brian with fouling him, he calculated 2+2 and Glenn was suspended for three days. His parents had to pay Brian’s emergency room bill, but he did not get thrown out of Tio’s karate school. Tio was too impressed with Glenn’s effort to make himself look like the victim and disguise his attack as an accident.