On the Other Side(77)
“Do you know I worked in one of the most iconic buildings in the world?”
“Did you really? What building is that?”
“I guess you would call them buildings. I worked in the World Trade Center.”
“Wow! You’re kidding. I know you’re glad you weren’t working there on nine-eleven.”
“I was,” she said quietly.
Lester recalled the first time he saw her; waiting for the bus to Seattle. It suddenly made so much sense.
“That’s how you were able to escape. That’s why you didn’t want to use any of your identification or bring many of your things. They think you’re dead, don’t they?”
“Yes, they do. I don’t know what that would mean if anyone ever figured it out, but whatever legal ramifications could arise from the sudden discovery that I didn’t perish in the Towers on nine-eleven, is small potatoes compared to what would happen if anyone found out I killed my husband.”
Lester stared at Damita in disbelief. “You didn’t kill anyone?” he said, chuckling.
“Unfortunately, I did.”
“Well, I already know he deserved it.”
“Thank you, Lester,” Damita said, hugging him.
“Thank you for what? I didn’t do anything.”
“I was so afraid to tell you what I had done. I felt like such a terrible person, not telling you and Constance all this time. It felt so good to be honest after I told Constance, that I was able to work up the courage to tell you as well.”
“You told Constance before you told me. I am so hurt. You love her more than me,” he joked.
“Lester Jones, you are nutty as a fruitcake.”
“Hmmm, nutty; do you want to go get a sundae?”
“That sounds good!”
“Constance doesn’t get any because she didn’t tell me your secret.”
“Lester, honey, I told her last night. Stop being such a drama queen.”
“No, you didn’t call me a queen? I’ll show you queen,” he said, grabbing a handful of her ass.
Damita shrieked. “Lester, stop that! You’re terrible.”
“You know you love it!”
“Yeah, I do,” Damita admitted.
“I tell you what; let’s stop at the supermarket, get all the fixings for a kick ass sundae and take it back to my place. We can smear chocolate and caramel sauce all over each other and get our nasty parts stuck together. I’ll even eat strawberries out of any place you’d like. How does that sound? You know you want to,” he teased.
“Let’s go, nasty man,” Damita said.
The entire time they were in the supermarket, Lester was grabbing at her and squeezing her. There wasn’t a part of her body that wasn’t his personal playground. Damita loved it.
Once back at his place, Damita was once again reminded of how young Lester seemed. His place was decorated like he lived there with five other twenty-year-old frat boys.
There were banners hung all over the walls; pictures of half-naked girls in the bedroom. And instead of a bed and actual furniture, his bedroom was used more as a storage room than anything else. There were papers and broken electronics, musical instruments, and other items scattered throughout the room; so much so that Lester had taken to sleeping in the living room on a pull-out couch.
Once Damita went into his bathroom and it looked like Lester was growing science experiments in there, she decided to bring every cleaning product she could find to his place and clean the bathroom from top to bottom. When he told her she didn’t have to do it, Damita explained that she could either clean his bathroom or hold it until she got back home.
“Why don’t you let me decorate this place for you?” she asked when they got back from the supermarket.
“Many have tried, none have conquered,” he replied.
Damita grinned at Lester. “I’m not many. I’m the best, the greatest, the softest, the horniest, Damita Whitmore, also known as Simone Ballister, also known as Halle Berry.”
Damita approached him seductively and removed his jacket.
“Why, Mrs. Robinson, are you trying to seduce me?” Lester said, quoting a line from the movie The Graduate.
Damita nodded her head slowly, unbuttoned Lester’s shirt and tossed it in a corner. She then kissed him with all she had.
“Whoa, Halle, what are you trying to do? Knock me off my feet?”
“Is it working?”
“I’ve still got my shoes on, but we’re getting there.”
“Hmmm, that is exactly what I want to hear.”
Damita playfully shoved Lester onto the couch in the sitting position. She executed a seductive striptease and stood in front of him wearing a red thong and purple push-up bra.