Oh Lord, Help Me Keep My Panties on - By Lynda Burton Page 0,50
a chair at the foot of the bed looking at me. He stood up and walked over to me and said, “Good morning, Shortie, I’m sorry to put all of that on you last night, but it was eating me up. I couldn’t keep that from you any longer.” He said softly, “I wouldn’t blame you if you didn’t want to see me again.” “Well, to tell you the truth, Kavon,” I said, “I don’t know what to say. I hate being lied to no matter what the reason is. I prefer that some one tell me the truth and let me decide what I want to do about the situation. To be manipulated and disrespected for you’re selfish, and personal convenience doesn’t sit well with me. And then, to top it off, four, I repeat four different women! Did you ever hear of birth control? Did you ever hear of condoms? Did you ever hear of AIDS? I know women play that game of I’m-on-the-pill. But damn! With AIDS being prevalent among blacks, as well as all the other diseases that you can contract for life, you really are playing Russian roulette with your life and all the girls you sleep around with!”
“Thank God I insist on condoms for sexual intercourse as well as oral sex, and for the life of me I don’t know why everyone doesn’t think the way I do. But, it’s your life. I thought you were smarter than that, Kavon,” I said sadly. “Babe,” Kavon replied, “I got it under control now, honest. I got tested just before I met you, and my test was negative. Look, I’m sorry. I never meant to lie to you, and I didn’t mean to hurt you,” he whispered. Angrily, I replied back, “You didn’t hurt me, you hurt yourself and all the girls you fucked.” “Look, I love my kids. Whether I have two, three, or four kids, I’m going to be responsible for all of them. So, if you want out, I’ll understand. No matter what you decide, I’ll always be there for you. I’ll go to the ends of the world for you if I have to; and don’t you forget it. I know that I fucked up big time, and I’m sorry. But then when I met you, I changed. I wish I had met you along time ago,” he said with tears in his eyes. Shit, I heard that before, I said to myself, as I turned around in disgusted.
Here I was in the Bahamas to get away from stress. But no, now I was here in the middle of some bullshit and drama. Look, Kavon I don’t have anything to say. Unfortunately, there are no available rooms in the hotel for you to move into and neither one of us have extra cash like that. So I guess for now you’ll have to make your bed on the terrace or on a chair, but you’re not sleeping with me. All I want to do right now is to chill and enjoy myself as best I can at this point. So right now, I don’t want to think or talk about what you said to me last night or this conversation right now. Then I got up and called room service and ordered breakfast then jumped in the shower.
When the food arrived, I was strapping on my sandals and ready to walk out of the bathroom. Kavon knocked on the door and yelled, “Shortie, the food is here!” I swung the door open and walked out wearing a white two-piece bathing suit under a cute little short set. I walked over to the breakfast tray and poured myself a cup of coffee while I eyed the assorted pastries and fruit. I decided to skip the pastries and piled the fruit on my plate as I reached for the phone to call Sean and Monica. Sean answered on the third ring and told me that everything was okay and to have fun. I didn’t mention Kavon to him or our conversation and hung up. The rest of the trip Kavon went out of his way to make up for his indiscretions. But it didn’t matter, our fling was over.
Just think of it like this, it was only day two of my vacation! Before I could even get out of New York it was stressed and now it’s fucked up beyond imagination! From that point I was cordial to Kavon, but beyond that, nothing. At