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shit and Wade would still cover me with kisses. The last time I approached my husband, smelling like a rose and wearing my sexiest negligee, he rolled his eyes at me and told me to go put on some clothes before I caught a cold.
    â€œWas it good for you?” Wade asked, once again squeezing my breasts so hard that I pushed him away.
    â€œIt was good for me,” I told him. Though my mouth said one thing, my mind said another. Like if it bothers me now when people mention my age and I’m only thirty-one, what is it going to be like when I’m fifty-one? Would I still have enough of the ransom money left over to get a face-lift then?
    I needed to keep my mind on the current situation. I couldn’t afford to let myself get too distracted.
    â€œWhy do you still have that worried look on your face, girl? Didn’t I tell you that I got everything covered?” Wade asked, looking worried himself.
    â€œHave you ever done something like this before?” I replied, trying to at least look like my mind was focused on the right things.
    Wade gave me a puzzled look before he responded. “Kidnapped somebody?” For a moment he looked like he wanted to laugh. “Hell, no, I ain’t never kidnapped nobody.”
    â€œThen how do you know you’ve got everything under control?”
    â€œLook, this was your idea,” he snapped, with one hand up in the air like he wanted to slap my face. He screwed his face into a frown and patted his stomach. Then he let out a stream of belches, which rolled out of his mouth like thunder. “I shouldn’t have ate them day-old sardines and oysters this morning.” He belched again, shaking his head and patting his stomach some more. “I wasn’t that crazy about doing this shit with you in the first place. Kidnapping is a serious crime! Now, if you was going to back out, you should have done that before I called up your old man and got this ball rolling. But, it still ain’t too late. You can go on back home and pick up where you left off, but you better come up with one hell of a story to tell your old man about how you got loose. And, no matter what you tell him, it better not include my name,” he warned, shaking a fist in my face.
    â€œI am not going to back out now, Wade. I know it’s too late. And I need that money. I need to get up out of this city,” I whimpered in a voice that was cracking with each word. “I love Berkeley, and I thought I’d spend the rest of my life here. But I know I can’t do that now. Jesse Ray’s crazy if he thinks I am going to spend the rest of my life cooking and cleaning and taking care of his family and putting up with their bullshit by myself. And in my own house at that! I am tired of trying to talk some sense into that man’s hard head. Now all I want is to get as far away from him and my crazy in-laws as possible.” I snarled. I was surprised at how strong and determined my voice sounded when I got angry.
    â€œThen quit worrying. You making me nervous,” Wade insisted, giving me an exasperated look. “I know what I’m doing. My mama didn’t raise no fool. Shit.”
    â€œI’m not worried,” I said, with a pout. “I’ve just got a lot on my mind these days. I just hope that everything works out all right.” I sat up again and gave Wade a concerned look. “Maybe you should call Jesse Ray again tonight. Just so he knows you mean business. He can be pretty stubborn and exasperating. You saw that by the way he dragged you around on the telephone.” The insides of my thighs and my crotch were still throbbing. I started massaging myself with both hands, but that didn’t help. If anything, it made me ache even more.
    â€œI told him I’d call him again tomorrow. Now if you want this thing to work, we got to follow our own rules, too.”
    Wade pushed my hands away and started massaging me. That didn’t stop