Chapter 13


    It waspletely dark inside Lyte''s bedroom that snowy evening as The O''Jay''s, ''Darlin'', darlin'',


    baby'', yed on low volume on the Panasonic stereo that sat on the dresser next to the bed.


    With the baby sleeping peacefully in his crib in a nearby corner and the kerosene heater blowing in


    their direction, both mother and father had to be especially quiet as not to awaken the child with their


    incessant moans of ecstasy.


    Lyte rubbed all over Isaac''s head. He could tell just by the quivering of her naked body that she


    wanted so much to at least moan out loud.


    Physically, Isaac was ted to be in the moment. The wider he opened Lyte''s pussy lips, the


    harder she grabbed his head. Just to hear her try and stifle the sounds only seemed to turn him on all


    the more as his lips did all the work. He loved how she would sensually caress his head and bury his


    face deeper into her pussy as though she were trying to smother him.


    Emotionally, however, his mind was in a whole different ce. For the remainder of the day, ever since


    running into the woman at the gas station, he was a man that did his best to evade everyone he loved.


    There were the gaps in his memory of the church service, along with his father telling him about his


    early morning visit inside his bedroom, which to Isaac could have only meant that his odd behavior had


    resurfaced.


    Right then, Lyte grabbed a hold of the bed''s railing behind her, opened her mouth wide and let out


    a mute gasp the second she squirted all over Isaac''s face.


    Isaac raised his head slightly, closed his eyes and allowed the gooey substance tocerate his mouth,


    the bridge of his nose and his eyelids. He then lowered his head again while trying to keep Lyte''s


    quivering body from squirming off the bed.


    Isaac rose and watched as her entire naked body uncontrobly jolted up and down beforeing to


    an eventual rest.


    Isaac wiped his wet face clean before drawing close to Lyte for a kiss, only to have the youngdy


    subtly push him away.


    "I''m sorry...I''m sorry." She whispered while pulling the covers onto her body.


    Isaac wasn''t upset at the gesture, he understood, but he was still horny, so he decided to attempt a


    new approach, something a bit more appealing. He pulled the covers away and proceeded to suck on


    her small breasts.


    "Isaac...I have an early ss in the morning." Lyte winced while anxiously turning over and pulling


    the covers back onto her body.


    Isaacid there next to her feeling as though he had done something wrong. He wanted to get mad, but


    the anger was nowhere to be found inside of him. Next, he wanted to get up and walk away, but at the


    same time he didn''t want to leave the presence of Lyte''s soft, warm body that made the entire bed


    feel sofortable.


    So in the end, he chalked up his loses, wrapped his arm around her body and pulled her close to him.


    "I''m sorry." He pitifully whispered into her ear.


    Lyte turned over. "I didn''t mean to spoil the mood." She whispered back. "I guess I''m still not used


    to...the eyes."


    "You didn''t spoil anything, girl. Isaac replied as he kissed her on the forehead.


    Lyte wrapped her arms around Isaac''s sweaty body and nestled herself deep into his hairy chest.


    As shey there, Isaac could hear a sudden chuckle begin to bubble from out of her gut.


    "What''s so funny?" He red strangely.


    Lyte looked into Isaac''s eyes and said, "Isaac, if I asked you to be honest with me, would you?"


    "I have before, haven''t I?"


    Lyte sighed, "I don''t know, you just seemed so distant today. It was like you didn''t want to talk to


    anyone. You were even acting funny at Don''s. You hardly touched your food. Is there something


    bothering you?"


    "I just have these headaches every now and then." He shrugged. "It''s nothing big."


    "Isaac, I do believe in us. I don''t know what you went through back at Asndview, but I want you to


    know that I was always thinking of you. I never wanted to see you leave."


    "Asndview was cool. We got fed three times a day. yed a bunch of board games, watched TV


    and sat around in a circle and talked about our feelings. I even had one of the orderly''s sneak oatmeal


    cream pies to me at night."


    "You and your cream pies." She giggled.


    "I can''t help it, it''s an addiction." Isaac sniggered back.


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    Lyte rubbed her warm, mmy hands across Isaac''s back at that moment. "Do you know what


    kind of wedding I want, Isaac?"


    "What kind?"


    "I want it to be down at the church. I want my nieces to be wearing purple dresses. I want Isaiah to be


    in a little tuxedo, carrying the ring down the aisle. I wanna see you dressed in that slick ck and white


    tux that we sawst year at ncy''s department store Downtown."


    Isaacid and listened with attentive ears as Lyte rattled on about her fantasy wedding. He wished


    she could have seen the ear to ear smile that was on his face right then. He wanted to bare his inner


    most joyous thoughts to her. For the first time since they had been together, he was excited about


    getting married.


    "Isaac," Lyte moaned into his face, "I want so much for us. What happened back in November is


    just a distant memory. The memories we make now are what will shape our future."


    Isaac stared strangely at her and asked, "Is that from one of your poems, too?"


    "Yeah, I just thought I''d slip it in at the right moment." She giggled.


    Isaac, too, giggled along with her. "Do you remember when we were in the eleventh grade and we


    skipped school to go down to Logan Park to hang out?"


    "Yep, and I also remember getting home that afternoon and having my ass torn apart by my father after


    the school reported us truant."


    "But it was worth it though. We just walked around all day and did nothing but talk and make out."


    "Yeah, it was a real nice day." Lyte faintly uttered, creeping in and out of sleep.


    Isaac looked down and took notice of her slurred speech. "It looks like we''re gonna get a few feet of


    snow by morning. My dad doesn''t have to go to work tomorrow, so I''m gonna take his car and look for a


    job."


    "Can you take Isaiah to his aunt''s house in the morning, too? Since I have that early ss? And don''t


    forget to buy some Tylenol nose drops for him; his cold is getting worse." Lyte mumbled until cute


    little snores began to escape her mouth.


    "Yeah, I can do that." Isaac whispered before kissing her on the cheek.


    Heid there in bed for only a few more minutes before carefully climbing out and putting on his white


    undershirt that had the word ''Dynomite!'' printed across the front, along with a pair of long johns.


    He then crept over and cut off the stereo before making his way to the door, stopping and looking back


    to mutter the words, "I don''t want you to think I''m crazy, Lynn."


    He found it incredibly difficult at best to tear himself away from the sight of the woman he loved lying


    serenely in her bed. It was like looking at a glowing figure. There was still someone left in the world that


    loved and trusted him all over again.


    Isaac turned and stepped out of the warm confines of the bedroom and into the cool hallway. As he


    made his way out into the living room, unbeknownst to Isaac, his mysterious phantom snuck behind


    him from out of nowhere and crept down the other end of the hallway, as quiet and stealth as a mouse.


    Isaac stood in front of the living room window and gazed out into the pink sky where huge snowkes


    fell hard onto the already snow covered ground. By then, the entire neighborhood was zed in a finely


    coated mixture of both snow and light rain.


    All day long he tortured himself by pondering on the woman back at the gas station. He was even


    thinking about her while eating Lyte out. It had be something of a recurring nightmare to him.


    Her green Monte Carlo roaring away into traffic kept on beating into his head like a thousand drums all


    at once. Her eyes...her bright, amber eyes caused his stomach to gurgle and turn over, as if he were


    bing sick.


    He lied to Lyte when he told her about the headaches. He hated doing so, but it was all he could


    think of without having her worry about him. All of the sudden, ever since leaving Asndview,


    everything he had chalked up to paranoia and superstition had alle rushing back at him like a


    raging tsunami.


    Rapidly, the coldness in the living room had be a mere afterthought; Isaac had his fear to keep


    him warm for the remainder of the evening.


    In a few months he would be getting married. The very next day, he would be leaving town. All Isaac


    could hope for was a possible safe return.


    A pathetic belly chuckle coughed up into his throat. Everything was real, he thought to


    himself.