Don't Turn the Cheek!

Don't Turn the Cheek!

Carol Ann Culbert Johnson

Don't Turn the Cheek!

Copyright © 2016 by Carol Ann Culbert Johnson

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Chapter 1

Kandy smiled as she got ready for her date with James Michael. She remembered falling in love with him a year ago, but he wouldn’t give her the time of day. She did remember him pouncing on her and raping her left and right, and then ignoring her for the rest of the year.

She wanted to turn him into the police, but she went to his apartment on the pretense of seducing him into her bosom. She’d just make a complete fool of herself, so she let him enter his penis inside of her, as it hurt, since she had never had sex before. James was moaning and getting his freak on. He was spent, and then he wanted sex over and over, and her body was sore and bruised after he finally finished with her.

The pain was when he gave her fifty dollars and told her to get out and take a cab home. He had other things he needed to do. Kandy had never been so humiliated in her life as she got dressed, and called a cab from her cell phone, standing in James’ lobby and waiting for the cab, which took almost thirty minutes. The tears had blinded her as she felt so unloved.

Kandy Gore was fat, and men used her fat body to sleep with her, but after sex they ignored her. Kandy had a pretty face, but her body needed work, and men told her that. The next day she saw James with Sharon Tate, and the two of them were dating. Kandy wanted to puke in his face. Her anger turned to madness, and she spent the rest of her days thinking of ways to get even with James. She wanted him to pay for humiliating her.

Kandy remember talking to him when she ran into him at Walmart one sunny day. He was by himself, and she was so thrilled to see him. He was looking at polo shirts, which she knew was his favorite, so she walked over to him. She was wearing jeans which showed off her plus-size body. She had an ass on her, and she thought men loved a big ass.

Kandy walked over to him. Hi James.

He stared at her with irritation on his face. Kandy was able to pick up his irritation with the frown on his face.

Are you stalking me, Kandy? he shouted.

Kandy turned around in the store to make sure no one was watching them, and luckily it was very quiet in the men section of the store. I come here often, thank you very much.

Then ignore me. Sharon and I are dating?

So I was just a fuck to you, she snapped.

James laughed. Are you kidding me? You threw yourself at me, and I’m a man, thank you very much. There’s no way I was going to turn your fat ass down.

She was livid with rage. I’m in love with you, James. I gave you my body and I was a virgin. You didn’t once give me any pleasure. You just pounced on me, and then you moved on to get your pleasures. How could you so damn cold?

Bitch, lose some weight and you might find a man.

You bastard, she cried. You’re going to pay for hurting me.

James laughed. Stay away from me, bitch.

Kandy stared daggers at him, and then she hurriedly turned toward the women’s clothing department, and let the tears blind her. James Michael was going to pay for his crimes, and she was just the person to make it happen. She smiled, as she continued to stare at the bastard.

Chapter 2

Kandy Gore walked down the beach with a smile on her face. She was wearing a bikini with a towel wrapped around her, but all her breasts were aching to get out of her bikini top.

Men stopped what they were doing as she searched for a private spot to lay down her blanket, and get into her books on her Kindle e-reader. She loved reading books, and it was her pastime. She smiled.

Kandy noticed her target a few inches away from her and found her perfect spot. She spread out the blanket with her large tote bag, and sat down. Today was a lovely day in May, and she felt beautiful.

Kandy also noticed men staring at her left and right, and some women too. She didn’t get down with women---men were her dime in a dozen, and her target was who she wanted. He was alone, and she was thrilled. Let the games begin.

Can I sit with you? the male voice asked.

Kandy looked up staring at the handsome white man. She was black, and she didn’t date white men, but this one was fine as wine. I’m good, but thanks. I’m waiting for someone.

He pouted, and Kandy smiled. She was fine as wine now as she lost the weight from 300 pounds to 125. She was a size six now, and men bombarded her all the time. Kandy was getting plenty of sex, and loving every minute of it.

I’m Hose, he stated.

Kandy smiled at his name. I’m Kandy, and I love your name.

He shrugged his shoulders. My mother had a sick sense of humor, thank you very much. You’re a very beautiful black woman. I noticed you and couldn’t keep from talking to you.

Kandy had heard it all before since she lost the weight, dozing on diet pills, and starving herself to death to reach her target weight. Now she was fine and then some. She was the bomb, and men wanted her body, and this white man was going to get it, but not right at the moment.