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It’s 2007, I’m 42 with the body of a well-developed 30 something year old. Six pack abdominal, 6’4”, and 220lbs. All the physical attributes of what most men think is the epitome of the male physical specimen. I make good money when I feel like it! Having self-educated myself on business & economics, I have had several successful business ventures. Not bragging, but lets just say, money hadn't been a real problem for me in over ten years. In fact, for the average black man who can afford to drive a Jaguar, dress in nice Hugo boss and Armani suites, my life should have been great. After all, I’d gone to some of the most prestigious places and rubbed elbows with some fairly powerful people thanks to my lawyer and business partner, Paul G.. Hell, for a moment there, I lived on the edge, wining and dining with celebrities, going to exclusive clubs where everyone is a somebody, literally on the verge of being a celeb’ myself. Yet, for all the apparent success and opportunity my life seemed to be offering me, my ego kept telling me something was not right. I was on my third marriage with a very attractive ‘young’ lady on my arm as my wife! So fine, people would often ask if she was a model or Beyonce's relative! Yeah, one of those! Coke bottle shape, light skin, standing 5’5”, 140lbs.. Big beautiful, Almond shaped, green eyes, long flowing black hair down her back, the type of women most men dream about. Yet my ego, in spite of outward appearance, told me something was not right and it was just a matter of time before the proverbial shit was going to hit the fan!
It was March, 2007 about 3am in the morning, I was just returning home from my friend Ron’s bar, half drunk and reminiscing about the sexy young girl I’d been entertaining and flirting with most of the night. Damn, she was as fine as my wife Cheri , I mused as I smiled confidently to myself. Another potential conquest! The song “seduction” from Usher’s CD was booming through my speakers loudly. Slurring, and swaying my head slowly in rhythm, I sang along to the music. Halfway around the bend that led to my suburban home I turned the music down. Squinting hard, I drew nearer to my nicely manicured stone facade house. There was a red car parked in my driveway beside my wife’s white Lexus, one unfamiliar to me. My heart skipped a beat! What the hell? I stammered to my semi-drunken self. For one tacit moment, one eyebrow raised and forehead wrinkled, I briefly entertained the notion that I'd caught my wife cheating! No way I thought, quickly calming myself re-assuredly. I laughed at the stupidity of the notion adding, she probably had one of her girl friends stop by to keep her company. I did tell her earlier I wouldn't be home till tomorrow late afternoon. Car lights out, I pulled my Jag up into the driveway in front of my wife’s car. Misguidedly, I accidentally crushed a few of the azaleas she had planted that rimmed the drive way only a few days ago. Shit! She’s gonna be mad, I thought, as the car came to a halt. I peered at the phone number I had only mere moments earlier been marveling at, a sudden feeling of guilt overtaking me as I contemplated how I would feel if she where to cheat on me. I sat there in my car shaking my head in a moment of contradiction before sighing in relief. Wow, tonight was really crazy I thought, erasing the number from my blackberry before shutting it off. The sudden rush of guilt left me as I stepped out my car and strode up the steps to my house.
Smiling in appreciation for my wife and family, a feeling of gratefulness had overtaken me. I opened the door to my home and wiped the sweat from my forehead thinking how foolish I had been earlier that evening. Locking the door quietly behind me, I resolved to do something special with Cheri and the children. Perhaps I'll take them out for breakfast later as a gesture of my new found re-commitment to our marriage. She’s a good girl and truly deserves better than I had been giving and at this point I was going to change my ways!
I strode quietly down the hallway to my bedroom, a confident smile shown slightly on my face as I approached our bedroom door in the dark. Suddenly, I heard the creak of the springs in my bed behind our closed door. "Oh shoot I must have been a little noisier than I realized whilst coming in, I prepared myself for the yell I intended to hear from my by now annoyed wife. To my astonishment, before I could grab the knob, the door to our bed room flew open. My wife greeted me bare naked at the entrance way and began screaming! “Oh my God, Kyle what are you doing?!” It was pretty dark in the hallway, and momentarily things began moving in slow motion, as though I where caught in a bad dream! Next a dark hand, contrasting against her light complexion, was pushing her to the side, and a shadowy figure was rushing past her toward me! Absolutely startled, my mind was racing with surprise, confusion, and shock! The former smile on my face now replaced by horror and anger! “What the Hell..!?” I blurted, as the figure made contact with me. Bracing myself, I swung wildly with my right fist! (Crack) it connected solidly and the figure, stopped and dropped to the floor with a loud thud! Instinctively, I turned around to my left, fingers searching against the wall for the light switch and turned it on. Click! Instantaneously, light flooded the once dark room, allowing my unbelieving eyes to fully encompass the mind numbing scene. There to my right backing away from me and screaming , “Oh God please don’t kill us Kyle!”, was my naked wife! On the floor at my feet lay the naked man she had been fucking, dazed and slightly incoherent, shaking his head in an attempt to regain his senses! It seemed as if time stood still for a moment, my heart skipped a beat as the three of us froze.
My eyes widened at the stark realization of my earlier fears, tears welling up, I looked at my wife pleadingly, my heart palpitating, my tense body getting hotter. finally, my gaze fell upon her lovers visage and rage replaced the sharp pain in my heart! Raw unadulterated rage that comes from the knowledge of being betrayed! The man staggered to his feet, and I let fly all my fury! “You mutha-fuckin bitches!" I yelled, over her shrill screams, as I unleashed a barrage of blows at the mans head, each punch connecting solidly with a loud smack! Thump! Thump! Thump! My punches rained on him, the last one on his mouth, breaking his front teeth. Blood splattered across the room, and my wife, frantic, bolted for the door! She hurried past my 5 year old son, Kye, awakened by all the chaos, now standing at the entrance way in his spider-man pajamas, arms raised high exclaiming, “Daddy’” his cute face beaming a triumphant smile, in his innocent ignorance of the situation. By now I had picked the man up and threw him on the bed, continuously yelling and punching him. "You mutha-fuckers!", (Thump!), "how dare you bitches!", (Crack!), be in my mutha- fuckin house, (Smash!), the last punch,- a temple shot-, left him nearly completely unconscious and gasping for air. He murmured. “I didn't know!” ”Please God, I didn't, uuuh,” He slumped motionless for a moment! “Please God, don’t hit me again.” he begged softly through his bloody mouth! “Shut up!”, I yelled in retaliation as I pummeled him with my fists again. “Who do you think sent me here!” Realizing my wife had exited the room, I growled at him, ”You got 2 minutes to get the fuck out of my house, cause when I get to my car I’ma get my gun and kill you!" I leaped off him and went in hot pursuit of my wife who had made it to her car. I burst out the front door and jumped down the steps! Now hysterical, she frantically tried to start her car, fear, etched on her face, she was screaming loudly! Menacingly, I approached her car window on the drivers side and yelled, “Oh no bitch your next, I warned you never to have a man in my house, in my bed, I’ma beat your fuckin' ass. She screamed louder, "Oh God please Kyle you don’t understand." She cried profusely, as the engine to her car started! “Bitch get out'a the car now, before I put my hand through the mutha-fuckin’ window and punch you in your fuckin’ face!” Caught between our house, her lovers car to her right and my jaguar in front, she realized there really was no way out. Reluctantly, she began to slowly wind down the window, searching for an explanation that didn't have time to form on her lips. Her lover was now in the driveway, “naked” crying out repeatedly, “I can’t find my keys! Ignoring him, I looked at her with a vicious sneer and uttered disrespectfully! "Bitch you got till I count to three, “One!" I balled up my fist, giving clear indication of my intent to smash the glass to add inference. "Two!" Finding his keys in his pants, her bloodied lover was now jumping in his car to escape. My wife's gaze fixated on him in dismay as he tore out of the driveway. I’m certain the thought crossed her mind to follow in his stead, but inadvertently, she had subconsciously rolled the drivers-side window all the way down! "Three!" I growled as I grabbed a handful of her sweaty hair, jerking really hard! Her head snapped awkwardly backward and to the side, and she again began screaming, this time in pain. ”Come here bitch”, I sneered, as I dragged her out of her car through the open window. “I’ma beat your ass now!” I bellowed as I dragged her by the hair, kicking and screaming up the steps and back into the house.
