What Ever Goes Around , Comes Around

By Marcel Johnson

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• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Apr 12, 2005
• ISBN: 9781462803095

Marcel Johnson

Marcel Johnson resides outside of Lawnside, New Jersey with her son and daughter. Before You Leap is the sequel to her first novel: What Ever Goes Around Comes Around.

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CHAPTER ONE

Her body was drenched in sweat and shaking profusely as she woke up from her reoccurring dream, it always left her feeling both excited and lonely. She could barely catch her breath and was slightly disoriented, because she felt like she’d just entered the Twilight Zone.

In the dream he would come to her bed and hypnotize her with his eyes and his melodic rhythm. She could feel his eyes as they stared deep into her soul and revealed secrets of desire she thought no one would ever know. His touch caused her to scream obscenities that were usually strangers to her tongue, as her body surrendered to it’s own desire. He teased her and his power was so strong that her hands clung to the headboard for fear of falling. She could smell his strong animalistic scent that was a mix of musk oil and his own sexuality. If the truth were told, she could swear that she could feel his sweat as it dripped from his body on to hers.

There was always soft sensual music playing in the background, music that she did not possess. But she remembered that it was Barry White singing, You Turn My Whole World Around. As his words penetrated her mind, she let her lover become the master, and she was his slave willing to do anything he asked of her.

Please stop. I’m afraid, she begged.

Don’t be afraid sweet Lonia, I’m not here to hurt you, I’m here to love you the way you deserve to be loved, he said. Let yourself go and enjoy what I’m going to give you.

With his last words she let herself slip back into his world, a world filled with lust and love and no inhibitions. She belonged to him, and she allowed him to play his own private melody on her body.

Suddenly the sensuous feelings and smells were no longer in the room, there was a presence that made Lonia look at the door. Standing in front of the door was a mysterious woman holding something that looked like a tube of blood. As the woman glided forward, Lonia could see that she was more of a child than a woman, her face looked to be no more than fifteen or sixteen years old, but she had the body of a full-grown woman in her twenties. Lonia’s lover seemed to be unaware that there was another person in the room, and continued to play his sweet song on her body.

Lonia’s eyes grew larger as the mysterious girl moved closer to them, until she was standing next to the bed. She reached out and grabbed his head, tilted it back, and poured the contents of the tube into his mouth, and then she kissed him. The red substance turned green as it spilled from their mouths like hot molten lava from a volcano; yet nothing spilled on Lonia.

Lonia watched in horror as his body went limp on top of hers, yet he felt weightless. She reached out with her hand and tried to push the girl away, but it was useless as her hand kept going through the girl’s body. She then tried to wrap her arms around her lover’s body, but he suddenly became transparent also, leaving her holding on to herself. Lonia started to feel strange, she wasn’t sure if she was still asleep or awake. The next thing she knew, the girl had moved back to the door; she held out her hand and Lonia’s lover floated from her arms into the mysterious girl’s arms.

Give him back! Lonia screamed. He’s mine.

He belongs to me honey, and he’ll always belong to me, laughed the girl.

It wasn’t a normal laugh. It was the evil laugh of a witch as it echoed in Lonia’s ears, and caused her to jump up from her bed with her heart racing, her hair tousled all over her head and her night gown clinging to her body.

She ran to the bathroom and splashed cold water on her face as she tried to catch her breath. She glanced into the full length mirror and said to herself, Lonia Lampy, you need to go out there, and find yourself a man before life passes you by, and you end up being a lonely, miserable woman.

She turned on the shower and let the steam cloud the mirror and her thoughts. She removed her sweat drenched nightgown, and used a towel to clean the mirror so that she could look at her face and body. She thought that if she looked long and hard, maybe, just maybe she would be able to see what was wrong with her. When she looked into her eyes she noticed that they had gotten smaller over the years. Had they always been that small? she asked herself. She examined her nose and thought that it was a little too wide for her face. She made a mental note to ask around, and find out if anybody else thought that she had a wide nose. If the majority of the people she asked, told her that it was too wide she might consider getting a little surgery. She puckered her lips and decided that they were just right, full but not too full. She removed her night gown and looked at her breasts, wishing they were a couple of cup sizes larger. Then she turned around and looked at her butt and hips, and wished they were a couple of sizes smaller. She remembered what her mother would say to her when she was just a teenager, and worrying that she was too fat.

Lonie, there is not one man out there that likes to hug bones. I don’t care what anybody says. Men like to feel some meat when they hug you, and they want to see something wiggling and giggling when you walk away. So be proud of the nice figure that God gave you, believe me it is truly a gift. I know those skinny girls look like they are happy, but they’re not, they’re hungry, laughed Lonia’s mother.

Lonia smiled as she braided, and pinned her jet-black, waist length hair on top of her head. Her hair, her greatest asset, was inherited from her grandmother, a full fledge Cherokee Indian. Her high cheekbones were also a gift, but she did not inherit her Grandmother’s rich, red Indian color. Lonia was the color of coffee ice cream.

The bathroom mirror steamed up again, so Lonia jumped into the shower and let the water run from the top of her head, down to her feet. She hoped that it would wash away the dream, and the uneasy feeling that lay heavy on her heart. But to her dismay, the warmth of the water caressing her body reminded her of the way her lover caressed her in her dream. She closed her eyes and let her fantasy take over. She imagined that it was his hands that washed her body and she could feel the strength in his fingers as he tickled the length of her spine. He let his hand rest on her lower back, then placed his thumb at the base of her spine where there was the slightest indentation, and pressed ever so lightly, and she could swear that he had found the button to her soul. Her body responded to his call, and she begged him to take her right there in the shower.

Just then she dropped the soap and it hit the bottom of the tub hard, hard enough to snap her out of her fantasy and bring her back to reality. She opened her eyes and looked around, her legs were trembling, and she was slightly out of breath. The reality that her lover was not there in the shower with her, and the fact that she didn’t really feel his hands taking her to the places she longed to go, made Lonia feel empty. She rinsed the soap from her body, and turned the shower off. As she toweled herself dry, she didn’t look in the mirror this time, she kept her head down, and pretended that everything was perfect.

After she got dressed she fixed herself a cup of hot chocolate, because she didn’t like the taste or smell of coffee or tea. She went outside and sat in her favorite chair on her porch like she did every morning, admiring the houses on Brocade Street, because she found them fascinating. She concentrated on the houses with mostly dead grass, and with doll babies, trucks, and balls on the porch, because she knew those were the houses that had the most love in them.

Lonia imagined that the mother woke up first, and prepared breakfast for the rest of the family, afterwards she would awaken the father, and he’d come down to breakfast and coffee. Then came the most difficult task of all, she would spend at least twenty minutes trying to get her three children up, dressed and fed before the school bus came.

Lonia loved her little street and her little town, Redford, New Jersey, because it was a small town and everybody knew everybody’s business.

She missed her parents immensely. They died in an automobile accident within two days of each other. Her father had driven out of town on business, and had fallen asleep at the wheel, and lay in a state of unconsciousness. Lonia’s mother was called, and she was on her way to see him in the hospital when a bus driver lost control of his bus, and crashed head on into Julia’s car. She died instantly. Two days later Barren died.

Lonia was left without parents, and a million-dollar life insurance policy. She took some of her inheritance, and vacationed in Europe hoping to find a husband, but to her dismay the only thing she found was a bad cold.

Lonia let a few more tears run down her face before she decided that it was time for her to do some grocery shopping, and since it was such a beautiful day she chose to walk, in the hopes that the walk would clear her mind. As she walked down the street waving to some of the towns people, she noticed a car slowing beside her. She thought that it was someone who was lost and in search of directions, so she stopped, and smiled, and the car came to a halt.

Must be jelly ‘cause jam don’t shake, baby, said the man in the car, with a toothy grin.

At first Lonia was not sure she heard the stranger right, so she asked him what he said.

The stranger repeated himself, and this time he turned the radio down so that she would be sure to hear him.

Lonia squared her shoulders, and took a deep breath before she spoke. Listen here sir, let me get one thing straight with you. I do not like it when men are rude, and what you just said was rude.

The man in the car shut the engine off, and slid over to the passenger side. I didn’t mean no harm baby. It’s just that I like what I see, and I was wondering if you would consider taking a ride with me?

She didn’t respond to the stranger, she commanded her eyes to look straight ahead, and began walking to the store.

The stranger moved back over to the driver side, and started the car; he put it in gear and slowly drove along side of Lonia.

She could feel the heat of the engine on her left arm, and she quickened her steps and turned her nose to the sky as if she was not bothered by the man. But deep inside she felt a stirring that she could not deny, her face was flushed, and there was moistness between her legs. Lonia noticed that she had one more block to go before she reached the store, so she took the opportunity to take a quick peek at the man in the car. He did not look like the Adonis that she’d seen in her dreams, nor did he have what it took to be her knight in shining armor. He was just a man. An ugggly man! His lips were so large it looked like he had three instead of two. His eyes were the color of old mustard. Worst of all, he had the nappiest hair she’d ever seen on a human being. It reminded her of an old matted rug with crumbs and lint in it. There was one good thing she noticed about him though, his arms were very, very muscular, and she could imagine them wrapped around her, protecting her from harm.

What’s the matter, sister-girl, you can’t take a compliment? he asked.

You think that telling somebody that their butt is shaking like jelly is a compliment? asked Lonia.

He didn’t say anything back to her; he just smiled, winked, and drove off.

She walked into the grocery store a little nervous and giddy, and she secretly hoped that she would run into the stranger again. She decided to conveniently forget some of the items on her list, so that she would have to go to the store the next day. On the next day, and three days after that, Lonia walked to the grocery store dressed to the nines, paying close attention to the tightness of her skirts and the style of her hair, but to her dismay there was no sign of the stranger in the car.

The stranger on the other hand, had taken to parking his car, and hiding behind buildings as he waited for her to make her way to the grocery store. He’d hold his breath as soon as he smelled the fragrance of her perfume. It was all he could do to keep from running after her.

One day Lonia was leaving the grocery store when it started to rain. She didn’t bring an umbrella because there was no mention of rain in the whether forecast.

The stranger was watching her, and decided he would take a chance and ask her if she wanted a ride. He pulled his car as close to the curb as he could, and checked himself in the rear view mirror. Then he put the passenger side window down, just as she approached the car he said, Excuse me Miss, could I give you a ride somewhere? It looks like it might start thundering with the rain.

At first she decided that she would ignore him, and keep walking even though she was getting drenched. Suddenly there was a bolt of lightening, and a loud clap of thunder, making her turn toward the car just as the stranger opened the car door.

The stranger noticed Lonia’s nervousness, and shut the engine off, took a deep breath, held out his hand, and introduced himself, Hi, my name is Melville Stone, and I was wondering if I could take you out on a date one day?

My name is Lonia Lampy. I’m not sure I want to go out with a man who thinks telling a woman how much her behind is shaking is a proper greeting. She shook his hand, but would not give him eye contact, instead she concentrated on the black heavy clouds, and the streaks of lightening.

I’m sorry Miss Lonia, I didn’t mean to insult you. It’s just that I like a woman with a little meat on her bones, and cushion on her as . . . ., I mean, oh never mind. Some things are better left unsaid, laughed Melville, as he squeezed her hand.

For the first time since she got into the car, Lonia turned, and looked Melville in the eye, she noticed he had beautiful white teeth, and a wonderful warm laugh that made her smile. Her shoulders relaxed, and she realized that he was squeezing her hand, and she allowed herself to squeeze back. She let her eyes trace a line from his fingers straight up to his shoulders. From his shoulders down to his thighs, and from his thighs down to his black penny loafers. She pictured herself standing in front of him with her feet between his penny loafers and her arms around his waist. Her head tilted, looking deep into his peculiar colored eyes, which she realized were not the same color as they were a few days ago. They were sort of a brownish green, as opposed to the mustard color she saw before. And his lips didn’t seem as thick, but they were thicker than hers were. He still wasn’t the best looking man on the block, but he had potential. Well, Mr. Stone I think I will give you the honor of taking me out on a date, on one condition, you must act like a gentlemen at all times, Lonia said, as she let go of his hand.

Believe me Miss Lonia I will never disrespect you again, he said, and reached over and took Lonia’s hand, smiled and winked at her.

The rain stopped and the sun began to shine again as Melville drove Lonia home. Lonia smiled as she noticed the rainbow in the same direction as her house. She took the rainbow to be a good omen and she silently thanked God, and her parents for watching over her.

Every night for the next six months Lonia and Melville dated, and grew very fond of each other. Lonia felt like her feet didn’t touch the floor when she was with him, and he felt like he was 10 feet tall when he was with her. One night as they sat on Lonia’s porch, Melville felt it was time to pop the question. He took Lonia’s left hand in his, and let his lips kiss each finger softly until he reached her third finger, then he placed an engagement ring on her finger. It was a single pearl, with diamonds, and sapphires around the pearl, and it was a perfect fit.

Miss Lonia Lampy will you do me the honor of marrying me? Melville asked.

Yes, Lonia cried.

Melville stood up, and pulled Lonia from the chair. Her feet fit comfortably between his penny loafers as her head lay on his chest, just as she imagined. He kissed her with more passion than she ever felt. He suddenly stopped kissing her and lead her into the house. He started unbuttoning her blouse, breathing heavily. At first she was caught up in the moment, and started helping him with the buttons, then she realized she did not want her first time to be something rushed. She wanted it to be romantic, with candlelight, soft music, slow dancing, and gentle kisses all over her body. She wanted the desire to be so strong that her clothes melted off. Most of all she wanted to wait until her wedding night.

She pulled away from Melville and began buttoning up her blouse; I can’t do this Melville. I don’t want you this way. I want to wait until our wedding night.

What difference does it make? You know I’m going to marry you, so what’s the big deal? he asked, angrily. You can’t expect me to live off of hugs and kisses, I need more! Do you know how long it’s been since I’ve been with a woman? How can you push me away?

Melville, I’m not pushing you away. I want you more than you’ll ever know, but I just don’t want to spoil things by jumping into bed with you, said Lonia, as her eyes filled with tears. There’s so much I want to say to you. So much I want to do with you. Please be patient with me and wait until we say I do?

That’s a big bunch of shit Lonia. You act like you have something special, something that’s made out of gold. I can walk down the street right now, and there would be at least five women willing to give me what I want, he exclaimed, with his arms folded across his chest.

Oh, so you think you’re so wonderful that you can walk out of here, and women will come running to you like you’re a famous movie star, or a rock star? Well excuse me, but somebody has been lying to your ass! screamed Lonia, with her hands on her hips, and legs spread apart.

Don’t make me go outside Lonia, or else you’re going to be sorry! he said, as he turned to walk toward the door.

I’m going to be sorry? Excuse me, I don’t think I heard you right. Did you say I’m going to be sorry? Please man don’t make me laugh? she laughed, walked over, and opened the door. Let me hold the door open so that all those women who are going to come running to you, don’t break the glass.

Don’t say I didn’t warn you Lonia. You’re going to miss me when I’m gone! said Melville, as he stormed out of the door.

He had only planned on taking a little walk, so that they would have time to cool off, then he’d go back to her house and beg forgiveness. As fate would have it, he ended up in front of Mr. and Mrs. Long’s house. They had a sixteen-year-old daughter named Cleroe, she was sitting on the porch wearing a canary yellow halter top, and mini skirt.

Melville noticed that her breasts were straining against her top and he felt his knees weaken.

He thought to himself, What the hell am I doing looking at this young girl? I can be arrested for what I’m thinking.

Cleroe stood up, and pulled her skirt down a tiny bit, so that she could call attention to her shapely legs.

Melville started licking his lips like a dog waiting for a scrap from the table. He had to admit that she had a delightful body, with her big legs, high behind, and tremendous breasts. Everything was fine until you looked at her face, because it was like something out of a horror movie. She had bad acne with numerous pox marks; her nose