Page 6 of Smooth As Whiskey

After Sutton gave us all her story, the two of us created a friendship of sorts.

And since she didn’t have anywhere else to go, and since we weren’t in the habit of tossing women out, she stayed.

Until two months later, after a conversation with Gabb, Lizette, and Adeline, she came to me.

Asked me to take away the memory of his hands and replace them with mine.

When I said I’ve never made love to a woman, I meant up until I had Sutton’s naked body lying in the center of my bed.

She was the most gorgeous creature my eyes had ever beheld.

Which was why, while she was sleeping silently, I crept out of the bedroom

I stalked that son of a bitch, and when I had my hands on him, I then proceeded to recreate every bruise and every scar on her body. But I did it worse.

And I made sure that one of his ribs ruptured his lung.

I followed that by cutting the man’s dick off and shoving it down his throat while saying, “I hope you choke on it, you sorry piece of shit.”

And I stood there, with my arms crossed on my chest and my head tilted to the side, as I watched his body take failing breaths and then nothing.

Bye. Bye Motherfucker.

Sadly, the fucker Raymond whatever the fuck his name was, was nowhere to be found.

But I would find him.

And when I did...

Bye. Bye Motherfucker.

As we all walked out of church, I heard Sutton laughing from the kitchen.

And at the sound of her laughter, my dick got hard.

And since she was always ready for me, I headed in that direction.

She was standing there, her head thrown back, still laughing, that ashy brown hair reaching her bra strap.

Her eyes were closed.

But I knew beneath those eyelids held the prettiest eyes I had ever seen.

They were a shade of green, but you have to picture the shade just right.

When you walk outside in the early morning hours, just as dawn is about to break over the horizon, when there’s dew on the ground, covering the blades of grass, just below the dew is the color of Sutton’s eyes.

But what makes them spectacular are the smaller flecks of gold surrounding her pupil.

I came back to my thoughts when I felt eyes on me.

I looked directly at Sutton and crooked my finger at her.

She smiled, then walked over to me, not having to sashay or move any other way.

She was delectable all on her own.

And with that thought, I bent at the waist and tossed her over my shoulder.

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