Chapter 5

The Day is Finally Here and I Must Go To Her

As the bus ride had been, the following days were nothing but pain.

Well, maybe not pain but longing.

If you’ve ever been a drug addict or if you remember what it was like when you starving and didn’t have the opportunity to eat that’s what it was like.

I mean my stomach didn’t growl and I guess it was really closer to dying of thirst rather than of hunger.

However you would describe it, the truth was that I needed to quench my overpowering thirst and I knew that my hunger would never go away; not until I had either sated my lust or else I was dead.

The second option certainly was not appealing and I had already set plans in motion to achieve my goal but, now, I found myself wishing I had set it for today because I so badly wanted to get on with destroying the woman who called herself the Karate Queen.

Luckily, LaShawn was helping me stay busy as he had me couriering packages all over the city for most of the day but, even then, I was mentally rehearsing my moves and trying to figure out just how my tall, blond and soon to be succubus would try to defend herself.

Like I said, the wait was agony, but time does pass even for those addicted to drugs, gambling, porn and, for me, elegant and gorgeous blond, smoking hot white mom pussy.

Eventually, as you may guess, since I am writing all of this in the past tense, Saturday did arrive and I, for one, couldn’t have been happier.

Of course, I was still miserable too as I had spent every second of the intervening time so nervous and full of adrenaline that I was sure I would vomit at any given second.

In the end, I never did throw up which I think was almost worse as, if I had, I might actually have felt better.

Then, finally, Saturday did arrive and I for one couldn’t have been happier.

That morning I was so eager to implement my plan that I was like a kid at Christmas.

I didn’t sleep at all the night before and, as soon as the sun came up, so was I and, even though Cheeba and Street weren’t supposed to bring Jessee home until a quarter to nine in the evening, I ate breakfast immediately and then packed myself a lunch.

Once I had made it to Alpine, I would be on foot or, at least, at the whims of any taxi service.

Remember I was only fourteen and I didn’t have any form of plastic payment so Uber and Lyft weren’t an option for me.

So, I brought everything with me that I thought I might need for the day and immediately headed for public transportation.

The journey is less than 30 minutes by car but almost 80 minutes by train and by bus but it really didn’t matter.

The ride could have been twelve hours by bus or two seconds, in either event, I wasn’t going to be able to get started until almost 9 p.m.

and how the intervening moments were spent didn’t matter because they all would be spent doing something other than getting my hands on Miss Beverly Moore’s succulent and scrumptious looking body.

So, again, I spent the day practicing; envisioning how the blond lady who was so much taller than I was might attack me and how I would then counterattack and keep doing so until she was groveling at my feet and begging me for mercy.

At lunch time I took a break but just long enough to eat and then digest.

Originally the plan had been for me to just have Cheeba and Street let me in the house when they brought Jessee home but I was growing too impatient.

I needed something to pass the time and, honestly, practicing my fighting moves had, by this point, gotten boring as hell and I wanted something else to distract my mind.

For, while I couldn’t, at that moment, taste my triumphant victory, perhaps I could do something else that would slake my thirst at least slightly.

I mean, a man dying of thirst wants a tall, cool glass of water but, absent that, it doesn’t mean he won’t accept just a teaspoon full.

And that is what I was after now; as much water as I could get if I couldn’t have the whole glass.

It was time, I decided, to invade Miss Beverly’s space and, even if the space I was invading wasn’t the one I wanted to have most, at least this teaspoonful of water would take the sharpest edge off my pain.

You probably think that, since I have admitted to being a criminal and a drug mule that, by that point, breaking into houses was second nature to me but it wasn’t.

After all, why fuck around with all that hassle and potential for getting caught when you can just take a ride on the subway or the bus to drop off a package and then come back and receive a handful of cash.

It wasn’t that I was opposed to robbing and stealing from people’s homes; actually I found the idea appealing.