The Indecent Proposal

I sat on the shore and watched the lights bob on the calm waters. Dusk. Dark clouds shadowed the sky and forced me to narrow my eyes at the slowly receding tide. I knew from my education that the tide would recede faster with the rise of the moon and increased gravitational forces.

          “She’s a beauty isn’t she?” A voice beside me said.

          I turned and saw her and my jaw dropped. I tried to reply but words failed me. It was my boss Mrs. Linet.

          “How are you doing Keith?” She greeted casually.

          Mrs. Linet: 43 years old, a Shanelle shawl over her red bikini, an outrageous body of every man’s desire.

          “I’m doing fine Mrs. Linet. Just enjoying the view,” I mattered.

          “Can I join you?” She asked pointing at the spot on the sand next to me. I nodded and shifted my Bermuda shorts to make room. Together we sat and admired the yacht and the waves slapping gently on its starboard. She was a beautiful luxury boat: 23ft long, white sails flapping in the wind, double mast.

          Above us Seagulls screamed and landed on the ocean bed where the tide had retreated. I followed the birds’ movements with one eye and watched Mrs. Linet with the other.

          “How many more months before you finish your program?” She asked.

          “Two more months ma’am.”

          My phone suddenly went off and I excused myself. She smiled as I walked away, and put distance between us.

“Hi honey, how are you doing?” I spoke into the phone.

          “Not so good,” my wife replied. “I came home from the grocery store and found the foreclosure sign on the front yard. Don’t these guys have weekends off or something? What are we going to do Keith? They are going to take our house from us!”

          I felt the air sucked from my lungs. “I have two more months Nivea and then all these problems will be over. Two more months and we start making some real money.”

          “We don’t have two months babe. If they take the house our credit history will hit rock bottom and we will never be able to get a loan again.”

          I knew that she was right. “Hey Nivea. Let’s sleep over it. I will be flying home tomorrow and we can figure out something. I promise you that nobody is taking the house from us.”

          “That’s what you always say Keith. But you never do anything! For once be a man and actually do something!” Her raised voice caught me by surprise.

          Ouch! That hurt really bad and we were both quiet for a moment. My manhood had been challenged. I was the King of my castle no more.

          Shock turned into anger and I readied myself for a comeback. But I suddenly remembered that my boss was only a few steps away and I didn’t want her to see that side of me.

          Nivea’s voice softened and she reached out to me. “I’m sorry Keith, I shouldn’t have said that. You should enjoy your last night in Miami. How did the conference go?”

          My emotions were a mess by this time and I struggled to reply. “I learned a lot and made powerful connections. Let’s talk tomorrow Nivea. I love you.”

          “I love you too Keith.”

          I hanged up the phone and closed my eyes. So near yet so far. Two more months of food stamps and government assistance; two more months before freedom and stability. I walked back and joined Mrs. Linet on the sand.

          “Problems at home?” She asked, cleavage hanging, her hands behind her back in the sand.

          I risked a glance at her face but couldn’t get a read on her. “The usual,” I mattered.

          “Two more months before you finish your internship,” she continued. “It must be tough for you.”

          “There’s no salary Mrs. Linet,” I said. “My wife and I have been surviving for six months.”

          She nodded sympathetically. “I started like you, you know?”

          “What? For real?” This new revelation rocked me and I did not hide my shock. “How did you get so far ahead?”

          She laughed at the look on my face. “Do you have a laptop with you?” And before I could answer. “What the heck Keith. Let’s go use the one in my room. It’s faster and my room is bigger. I can give you a lot of tips; get you ahead in the game.”

          I liked the sound of that. She started walking and I caught myself staring at her rear. The red bikini left little to imagination.

          The internship was for eight months for a stockbroker position. While other candidates carried master’s degrees, I only had an undergraduate. There was no salary but whoever got hired after eight months became a stockbroker for the firm; a licensed professional who buys and sells investments on behalf of individuals and corporations. Salary would come with a car and numerous allowances. My life would be set if only I could survive two more months.

          The internship was a rough road lined with obstacles. We had to build a list of clients or a book of business through cold calls. Cold calls are a method of obtaining new business by making unsolicited calls to potential clients. It entailed effective communication of concepts and the ability to sell these concepts over the phone. Rejection was a constant downer to our spirits.

          The hotel. Men and even women noticed as we walked through the halls. Mrs. Linet in a red exotic bikini curved quite a sexy figure. We spoke little as the elevator shot to the top floor. She tipped the staring elevator man and we walked into a luxurious suite.

          “Make yourself at home Keith,” she said as she headed for the bedroom. “I will be back in a moment.”

          My heart pounded at the thought of where I was and whom I was with. Recliner couches and a glass coffee table welcomed me into the living room. I span in awe and saw an office room and a full size refrigerator in the kitchen. Every piece of furniture looked ornate and state of art. I opened the sliding door and walked into the balcony. The sight of the ocean from a bird’s eye view was breath taking. The bedroom door opened and I quickly rushed back into the living room.

          She walked into the room wearing a red sleeveless mini dress and no shoes. “Martini?” she asked and handed me a fancy glass. I took a sip and closed my eyes at the impeccable taste. It was so much better than the drinks at my local pub.

          “Okay,” Mrs. Linet said as she joined me on the red suede couch. “Where do we start?” She clicked open the laptop and motioned for me to move closer. I did and the soft fragrance of her sensual perfume drifted into my nostrils. One eye stared at the computer, the other at her slightly exposed thigh.

          “I wasn’t always rich,” Mrs. Linet said. “I used to be terrible with money you know. Every time I walked through a mall or grocery store I always ended up buying something that I never meant to. Impulse buying will never get you rich.”

          I was listening to what she was saying, sipping my drink too fast. She poured me another and continued. “How much does a cappuccino at the gas station cost?”

          “Is that a question?” I asked completely caught off guard lusting at her body. “2 to 3 dollars depending on size,” I added quickly.

          “I used to be addicted to that,” Mrs. Linet said. “So I said to myself, what if I stopped drinking cappuccino, how much money would I save in a year?”

          I did the math quickly and yelled the answer in an attempt to impress her. “Approximately 1,000 dollars a year.”

         “Good job,” she complemented. “When I stopped drinking cappuccino at a price of 3 dollars, I saved approximately a thousand dollars a year. So I said to myself, how else can I save money, because that’s what a lot of people forget. It’s not just about how much money we make, or how much we invest, but also about how much we spend.”

          She had a great point and an image of my spending list flashed through my head. I really needed to stop buying beer in the middle of the week.

          Mrs. Linet refilled my glass and I found myself relaxing in her presence. So this is how it felt like to be rich, I thought. I had to admit that I was enjoying it.

          She wasn’t done yet. “So I called my phone company, my cable, electricity and car insurance,” Mrs. Linet continued. “I discussed with them on the various ways I could save with their company. On what TV channels I didn’t need or phone apps that were not relevant. I slashed 20 dollars on my monthly cable, 10 on my cell phone, 20 on my electricity and 15 on my insurance. How much did I save in a year Keith?”

          I pulled out my cell phone and did the math. “780 dollars a year,” I whistled. “So you add that to your gas station cappuccino and you get a total of hang on…1,780 savings a year.”

          Mrs. Linet raised her glass to me. “That’s where you start if you want to become a millionaire.” She had driven her point home and had my full attention.

          I stared at her as though she was a genius. Impulsive buying was sucking a generation out of an opportunity to be wealthy. Investing and saving money was somehow the easier part because most people knew about that.

          “How did you succeed through your internship?” I asked her as the first buzz hit my head.

          “That’s the easy part Keith. You have to be aggressive to achieve what you want. Your job is to accumulate as many accounts as you can through cold calls. You not only target individuals but also businesses. And you must have a heart for rejection. People do not like to be called by strangers.”

          Soft music played in the background and I noticed it for the first time. I begun to sway to the beats, my eyes half closed.

          “I read your file,” Mrs. Linet said casually. “You have talent, are relentless, intelligent and an independent spirit. You will have no problem rising to the top.”

          Her compliments went straight to my head and I felt pretty good about my chances with the company. It was what every new employee wanted to hear.

          “What are you going to do about your mortgage?” Mrs. Linet suddenly asked. “If you loose your home then you will have a real problem in your hands.”

          My eyes widened at the topic. “You know about my mortgage?”

          “Sorry,” she mumbled. “I overheard some of the conversation with your wife. The wind was blowing in my direction.” Suddenly her hand was on my thigh. “I can help Keith. You are a good employee and we wouldn’t want to loose you because of bad credit or financial problems.”

          “You can help?” I asked in a daze. Our eyes met briefly and I saw something soft and hypnotizing. She looked young and beautiful.

          “Yes.” She was back on the laptop, moving the cursor. “We take care of our own Keith. Who do you bank with?”

          “Bank of America,” I said hesitantly, hardly believing what was happening. This was too good a solution to be true.

          “Account number?” she asked and waited as I fidgeted through my wallet. I gave it to her.

          “How about 20,000 dollars?” She asked. “Will that cover your expenses?”

          My jaw dropped and my eyes gleamed at her words. Twenty thousand dollars was nothing but change to her. To me it meant the world! She smiled, leaned over and kissed me on the cheek. “You are so sweet Keith,” she said. “I like the innocent look on your face.” She was back on the laptop typing.

          “I swear I will pay you back Mrs. Linet,” I said, trying to regain some dignity. It was hard with the liquor in my blood.

          “Just one more click and… there it is. Done!” She suddenly placed the laptop on the table and leaned back on the couch. Her head shifted and the side of her face landed softly on my chest. Her hair smelled really good and my arm subconsciously went around her shoulder.

          “Why are you helping me Mrs. Linet?” I asked bravely.

          “I don’t know Keith. You are a nice guy,” she said. “You remind me a lot of who I used to be at your age.” Sigh. “You know what they say about success?”

          “What’s that?”

          “If you want something in life, you have to go and get it. It’s that simple. People are going to tell you who you are your whole life, you can’t let them. You have to punch back ever so often.”

          The laptop’s screensaver suddenly came on and I gasped. It was a photograph of a half naked female on the cover of a fashion magazine. I took a closer look and my eyes popped open. It was Mrs. Linet at a younger age.

          “Cover shoot for Vogue magazine,” she explained, her head still resting on my chest. “Long before I joined the cooperate world.”

          “I had no idea,” I said.

          “I know.” Her voice was sad. “I got tired of men using me as a show off object. I got really tired of it.”

Vogue was only the world’s most influential fashion magazine, with 11 million readers in the US and 12.5 million internationally. The thought that the same luscious body on the cover was the same one in my arms turned me on in a big way.

          “Dance with me Keith,” Mrs. Linet said. It wasn’t a request.

          She put her hands around my neck and I put mine around her waist. For a 43 year old woman she had a really firm body. I guess it didn’t hurt to have money and a good trainer.

          I swayed and stumbled and she caught me with a laugh, her big breasts crushing against my chest. She did not pull back and I did not want her to. She was married, but nobody was asking.

          Everything felt unreal and my head was spinning. I felt her full cherry lips on mine and instantly reciprocated with a burning desire. I kissed her right back with the passion of a teenager and she knew that she had me. My hand started exploring her body and while she took off my Bermuda shorts, I ripped her bra and panties off.

          “Go easy Keith,” she whispered. “We have all night.”

          I was caught in the heat of the moment and didn’t know what I was doing. And with all the blood flowing away from my brain I didn’t care. The time was now and she, with her Beyonce hips, was the fantasy woman of my desire. We kissed our way to the bedroom leaving a trail of clothes behind us. I picked her up and settled her gently on the bed. “Wait,” she said.

          “What? Why?”

          She pulled an end table drawer open and handed me a blue pill. “Take this. It will help.”

          I tried to protest but she waved me off and said something about it being more fun. I took the pill and rushed to the bathroom for some water. “Don’t go anywhere,” I said with a stupid grin. “I will be right back.”

Water! I saw it and drank a lot of it. I wanted the buzz in my head to settle and I wanted to remember every detail of this night. I continued to splash water on my face and in my eyes. Wake up Keith! You are about to bang the hottest babe in your life. You need to remember everything! Without moving, I reached for the towel, wiped my face and then the mirror. Was this really happening? I was about to have sex with a former super model with hidden talents. The image in the mirror was one full of pride. Keith, you are a stud! I made my best George Clooney impression on the mirror because that’s exactly who I thought I was at the moment. Women had always fallen for my looks as far back as I could remember.

          The Jacuzzi caught my attention for the first time but my mind was fully focused on closing the deal. The bedroom was dim when I walked back and it took a while to readjust my sight. She was lying on her stomach totally naked, her outrageous curves giving me a hard on like I had never experienced. How could a body look so perfect? I moved over and stood next to her.

          “Keith,” she moaned my name. “Can you give me a back rub?”

          I froze and stared down at her. Those were the same words that my wife always used. Something shifted inside me and my head cleared. No. This was insane! What was I doing here? I had to go. I was a married man! I quickly slipped into my shorts and t-shirt. She turned and gasped in shock. “What are you doing Keith?”

          “I can’t do this Mrs. Linet. You are beautiful and I swear I want to. But am married! I can’t go through with this!”

          She was on her feet like lightning. “You can’t go now Keith. I want you and I know that you want me. We are both adults here. What’s so wrong about listening to our bodies? At least stay and let’s have a drink together and talk about this.” She was horny.

         I felt bad for what I was doing to her. The doorknob turned in my hand and I ran into the halls, her nude image embedded permanently in my mind. I could see her eyes begging me to stay. She looked hurt and wounded. I knew that she would never forgive me for as long as she lived.

          My feet sunk in the sand as I ran. Tears burned down my cheeks and I had no idea where I was going. The tide was gone and water had receded. I climbed on some boulders and pulled out my cell phone. There was only one voice that I wanted to hear.

          She did not pick up and so I tried again. Her voice came small and groggy.

          “Hi Keith, its kind of late. Is everything okay?”

          I closed my eyes and drew strength from her. “Yes Nivea, everything’s okay. I just wanted to hear your voice. I couldn’t sleep.”

          I heard the bed creak and knew that she was sitting up like a dutiful wife to give me a shoulder to lean on.

          “Nivea,” I said. “Did I ever tell you about our cat?”

          “You used to have a cat?” She sounded surprised.

          “Yes. When I was twelve years old. It was my favorite pet too and slept on my bed every night. Malik was the cat’s name.”

          “What happened to Malik?” Her voice was tense and confused. I could tell that she was grappling to read between the lines.

          I closed my eyes and saw the day as clear as yesterday, and then I begun my story. “Malik came home one day staggering. I ran to him and noticed how sick he looked. But I was twelve years old and there was nobody else at home. He started eating grass… I mean it was more like biting into grass and I suddenly realized what was happening.”

          “What was happening?” Nivea asked in a rushed voice.

          “He was trying to puke Nivea. I think our cat had been poisoned.” Pause. “I was twelve years old and so I sat there and watched. I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t know what to do!” I was sobbing out loudly.

          “Shhh… Don’t cry Keith. It wasn’t your fault babe. You were only twelve years old. How were you supposed to know what to do?”

          “I could have saved his life Nivea. Malik was never supposed to die.”

          Silence. She sat quietly and listened as I cried…waited for me to get a grip of myself.

          “I have a surprise for you tomorrow,” Nivea said in an effort to cheer me up.

          “What’s that?”

          “Well, you have to come home to see it. Get some rest honey because you may just need it. I love you Keith.”

          “I love you too Nivea. I love you with all my heart.”

Touch down in California was at 2pm. The company paid taxi dropped me off at my house at exactly 3pm after weaving for an hour through crazy Los Angeles traffic. Nivea opened the door for me with a smile and a kiss.

          “Happy valentine honey,” she whispered in my ear. I hadn’t forgotten.

          “Happy valentine babe.” I untangled myself and handed her a box of her favorite candy. She squealed in delight and kissed me hard on the mouth. It was the acceptable gift considering our financial position. She would have killed me if I showed up with jewelry. I was the one who was bad with money.

          “Are you hungry,” she asked as she took my traveling bag from me.

          “No. Just tired.”

          “Why don’t you jump in the shower real quick and then maybe we can take a nap together. I missed you.”

          “I missed you too Nivea.” I kissed her again and then walked into the bathroom.

          The water felt hot on my back and I liked it. I placed the palms of my hands on the wall and closed my eyes… let the hot water soothe me. A movement caught my attention and the curtains shifted. It was Nivea, totally naked. She walked into the shower and started applying soap on my back. I sighed and lost myself in the moment. Everything was perfect with her. I felt a familiar stirring inside me.

          “Your muscles are so tense Keith.”

          I took the soap from her and returned the favor. Shortly after, we kissed our way to the bed and made passionate love. Nivea was a gentle lover and there were some things that she didn’t like to do, and I never forced her to. But our bedroom romance was okay by any standards and we loved each other dearly. And when it was over, we lay on the petal sprinkled bed and fell asleep in each other’s arms. I could have sworn that Cupid the god of desire and erotic love was present in the room.


          I woke up at 7pm to a quiet and dark house. I instantly knew that something was wrong because on any other day, Nivea would be cooking and the homely smell of fried onions would be suffocating me. There would be music, the hum of the TV and lights in the house. It was all too quiet.

          “Nivea?” I called as I pulled into a pair of shorts.

          No reply. I walked into the living room and saw her on the dining table, her eyes fixed on the laptop. I walked over and kissed her neck. “Hi babe, why so quiet?” And then I saw it and my world came tumbling down.

          She looked at me with a confused expression. “There’s a 20,000 dollar credit in our account Keith. Where did that come from?”

          Trouble loomed in the near horizon. I fell into a chair and looked away. “You told me to save our house Nivea. I did.”

          Silence. She was still waiting for an explanation. “Where did the money come from Keith?” Her voice, even though confused was enough to drive a snake into a hole.

          “I took a loan at work,” I said. “What’s the matter honey? I told you I would do anything to keep us afloat so I took a loan at work. All we have to do is repay it as soon as I get hired.”

          She stood up and glared at me. “You are a poor liar Keith, always have been. I know you very well. I know you very well. What happened last night?”

          “I don’t understand. What do you mean?”

          “Last night when you called me. You were in tears. It was never about your cat. What happened last night?”

          I couldn’t believe that we were fighting. “Nothing happened last night babe. Why would you think that?”

          She took in a deep breath. “Did you cheat on me Keith? Did you sleep with someone?” An epiphany. “Did you sleep with your boss? Is that where the money came from?”

          She had me. She just didn’t know. “No Nivea. I did not sleep with anyone. I would never do that to you.”

          Her knees were suddenly on the chair, her nails on my face. I raised my hands and blocked her. Girly slaps hit my arms and the side of my head. She screamed the whole time as she clawed at me. “Who was she? What is it that she has that I don’t! Who’s the whore Keith?”

          “Calm down Nivea. I didn’t sleep with anyone. I swear. I would never do that to us!” I worked hard at my poker face.

          “Where did the money come from Keith, ha? Where is the paperwork? Can I see it? Did they just hand it over to you without a signature?”

          Yes they did. “I did not sleep with anyone Nivea.” I tried to move her away from the paperwork request and blatantly proclaimed my innocence.

          She sat back in the chair and sobbed into her hands. I watched her with a devastated look, not knowing what to do. We sat in an uncomfortable silence for a good fifteen minutes. The hour hand on the clock ticked: darkness descended outside and a cricket chirped in a corner.

          I wanted to tell her the truth. I wanted to be honest with her. But how could I explain my desire for Mrs. Linet. How could I explain to her that a part of my body had desired to have sex with the older woman? I couldn’t and so I kept quiet.

          “You won’t tell me the truth, will you?” Nivea stood up and walked into the bedroom. I followed as the first tinge of panic touched my nerves.

          “What are you doing? Where are you going Nivea?”

          She was dressing up and throwing things into her bag. “I’m going to my mum’s Keith. You disrespected me. You know how much I hate liars. I told you that before we got married. I would rather have someone admit their mistake and take responsibility for their actions. But lies? I can’t do lies. How are we supposed to solve something if we don’t know what the problem is?”

          Her heart was broken and it killed me that I was the reason. She was coming apart and I could see her summoning the courage to leave. I was loosing her and there was nothing I could do about it.

          “Goodbye Keith,” she said as she walked towards the door.

          “Please don’t go Nivea. We can work this thing out. Trust me, I didn’t cheat on you?” My voice was desperate and pleading. I wanted to yank her back and drive some sense into her skull. But I couldn’t stop her because I knew that she had every right to leave. Beneath all my façade, she was right. I was a two faced looser and nothing but a liar.

          “Trust?” She snorted. “Look where trust got me.” The door opened and slowly closed behind her. She made eye contact one last time and then she was gone.

On Monday morning I walked into Mrs. Linet’s office with two envelopes in my hand. She looked startled when she saw me and asked me to close the door.

          “Why are you wearing jeans Keith?” She asked.

          I sat down and handed her the envelopes. She tore the first one open and bit her lips. Inside was a 20,000 dollar cheque. “You know you can keep this, don’t you?” She said with pursed lips.

          “I know,” I said. “But I want to struggle the way that you did. Nothing that’s worth anything comes easy in this world.”

          She nodded and opened the second envelop. I watched as her eyes widened. “You are quitting the job?”

          “Yes,” I said nonchalantly. “I figured I needed a new beginning.”

          “But Keith, you have to be reasonable. Don’t let your emotions cloud your judgment. This is a great job and many would kill to be in your shoes. What about your mortgage?”

          I shrugged and stood up. “My wife left me. The house will be gone in a few days. I’m beyond caring now.”

          She stood up and took in a deep breath. “Don’t do this Keith. Life is really tough out there. Let me help you. Hands down, no strings attached. Take the cheque and we can work something out.” She was pleading with me and I knew that she felt guilty.

          “It’s okay Mrs. Linet. I messed up. I have to take responsibility for my actions.” I started walking towards the door.

          “Keith!” she called in a desperate voice. “You didn’t do anything wrong!”

          I smiled and gave her my full attention. “Yes I did. I should have never come to your room. I came because I wanted to.”



          The movers came and cleaned out the house. Nivea’s brother came over to help with her stuff and we encountered awkward moments of conversation. We had been friends once, but now that I had broken his sister’s heart, he couldn’t even look me in the eye.

          That night, I slept on the floor in an empty house, entrapped by the memories of a life that I used to have. Sleep was long in coming and when it did, it came in the form of Nivea. I saw her laughing and happy. I called for her but she never turned to look at me. “Nivea!” She started walking away and when I tried to follow, she vanished into an alley. “Nivea!” I called and woke up sweating, my back sore on the concrete floor.

          The time was 2am, my cell phone in my hands. She answered on the third ring and I sat up in shock. “Hi Nivea, I didn’t expect you to pick up.”

          “What is it Keith?”

          And then I knew. Her brother had taken her things over and told her about the foreclosure. A chapter in our life was coming to an end and she was feeling the strain just as much as I was. It was why she had answered the phone. She felt just as empty as I did.

          “They are taking the house tomorrow,” I said with a lot of regret.

          “My brother told me.” She sounded normal and calm.

          “I will miss it. I miss you,” I said.

          There was no reply but the crackle of static.

          “I have to go now Keith.” I knew that she was crying.

          “Wait!” I yelled before she could hang up. “I want to tell you the truth.”

          Silence. “What’s her name Keith?” She was pushing me like a lawyer; wanted me to say it. Wind howled through the empty house and wood creaked.

          “Mrs. Linet,” I confessed, my eyes closed. “Her name is Mrs. Linet.”

          “Your boss? Your hot boss at the Christmas party?” She could not believe it. I felt mortified by her reaction.

          “I did not sleep with her Nivea. Please listen to me. We may never be together again so I just want you to know the truth.”

          She calmed down and waited.

          “Mrs. Linet and I met on the beach and she invited me to her room for a drink; told me that she could help me with ideas that would drive me to succeed on the job.”

          “And you fell for that?”

          “I was wrong to go to her room Nivea. I guess a part of me was curious. I felt like I was being accepted as an equal. It’s what every man desires for… respect.”

          “So you went to her room and slept with her?” She was relentless.

          “No Nivea. It was all business at first over a glass of martini. I got drunk and careless after that.”

          “And then you slept with her. Admit it Keith, she gave you 20,000 dollars to bang her! Why won’t you just say it?”

          I knew what she was doing. It would be over as soon as I said yes. My chances with her would be vanquished as soon as I uttered the words yes I slept with her. I wanted her back. I wanted my wife back.

          “We kissed Nivea. That’s all. She gave me 20,000 dollars as a loan. I guess she assumed that I was going to sleep with her. We kissed and then I went to the bathroom and drunk a lot of water. I think it helped sober me up because the next thing I knew I was running on the beach crying.” Silence. “I never slept with her Nivea. I wanted to, but I couldn’t.” It rocked me that I had thrown my marriage away over a fling.

          She was quiet and I knew that I had gotten through to her. She could tell that I wasn’t lying. I mean, there was a little omission but I would loose her completely if I went into too much details of what had transpired.

          “I went to see her today at the office,” I added quickly.

          “You what?” An angry voice.

          “I gave her back the money and quit my job.”

          “You what? Why would you quit your job Keith? You worked so hard to get it.”

          “I don’t want it Nivea. It took you away from me. I would rather be poor. I will find a new job. I will make a new life.”

          “Oh Keith,” Nivea moaned. “How did we get here?”

          “I messed up babe. I’m sorry. Can you ever forgive me?”

          “It’s too soon to ask that,” she said. “Betrayal hurts so badly. Every time I think about it I end up in tears.”

          “I’m sorry babe. Just know that I love you and I messed up. I will do anything to have you back. I will make this right. I will find a good job to support us. What are you going to do? Come back to me babe, you are still my wife.”

          “No Keith. It’s not that easy. I think I will go back to school. We got married young. There are some things I always wanted to do. This is my chance to do them.”

          “But you still love me don’t you?” I asked desperately.

          “You have no right to ask me that Keith. Not after what you did.”


          Love. What is love?

          Love is layered and a mystery to be uncovered

          Love is a disease that makes us sick

          Love is hope and a soft whisper that makes our hearts pound

          Love is a gift

          Love is all the beautiful feelings in our bodies that we can never





My book A Whisper in the Jungle has been picked by a publishing company and approved by the board. It has been scheduled for release soon.


The music is all around you, all you have to do is listen



Without God, what are we? What do we have? What is life...