Emma's Triangle

* Here is a story that you will LOVE!! I thought it was funny and maybe you will to*

My friends think I'm nuts but that's not it. I just have different morals than folks. I believe in the old-fashioned way of doing things. Holding men accountable for their actions. To me that don't mean treating their fuckups with anger and violence. It means figuring out how to exploit them.

See, I'm fifty-three-years old, which mre then qualifies me to be grown. I got a few grey hair to testify to my wisdom, two grandbabies, and a long, black dildo named Harry-see what I mean? And I ain't never been a dumb woman. How the kids say? "No, never that!" So when that young girl came knocking on my door talking 'bout she twenty-two years old and pregnant by my husband, I had to let the bitch in, if nothing other then to see if she was smoking crack! Had to be.

But I understood. To a young, struggling girl ain't nothing like a older man-specially if he grey. I remember those feelings. Feeling like older men were more handsome and mature 'cause they wore business suits and cologne, (which by the way don't apply to James). Thought they had lots of money cause they were established (again not James). Felt like they were intriguing 'cause their world was different than mine.

Chile, boo! If that girl really knew James Leonard, she woulda of know that first of all, he's gassy, and two , he got gout on his big toe. Flares up every six months in time for us to have sex. Even fucking with his socks on, that shit is nasty. Heard it come from being lazy. Well, that sound about right. As far as having money, I can't say it enough- James Leonard ain't got none. The other day, Social Security called here talkin 'bout he owe them a check! But the girlfriends don't know these things.Got they heads too far in the cloud.

Jordan Eller, what she call herself, the girl who knocked on my door. Pretty girl, too. Long, bronze hair, long hair, got them hazel eyes, good eyes. Big-chested and big ass. Thick legs. Earring in her tounge. Knew right away that she been fucking longer then me, which I thought was interesting, so I let her in. Hospitable as I am, I offered her a glass of homemade lemonade, but she declined. I suppose she thought I was trying to poison her, but that certainly wasn't the case. Far as I was concerned, if I could get her to stick around, she could take over my wifely duties. Then me and Harry could run off into the Carribean sunset.

So, sitting on my couch, we get to talking and she tells me how she use to be a teen runaway but now that she's legal she works for an escort service that don't pay much (in other words, she a ho). That's where she met James. She sucked his dick for fifteen dollars, and I was mad as hell. After all those years of marriage and commitment, I been sucking his dick for free? I coulda saved up for a vacation for Harry and me if hada been charging James properly.

Anyhow, one day James bought her a gift of flowers and she fucked him on the spot wit' no condom. Ended up getting pregnant. Said she didn't believe in abortion 'cause she got morals plus she didn't want to expose her fetus to the dicks of different men. Problem was, if she got out "the buisness" as she called it, she wouldn't have no money to take care of it-"it" being the little bastard child she was carrying. She said she was scared and confused and needing James' advice. Said she got the address from his credit-card billing information.

"Well, he ain't here, baby. Probably getting his dicked sucked again. Where's your family?" I asked, being as compassionate as I could.

"Miss Ma'am, I don't have no family. Like I said, I ran away when I was young."

"Call me Emma, chile and I understand. I fucked other women's husbands in my time. Never got pregnant by them but I guess I was just lucky."

Jordan's face turned rose like she was embarrasssed of what I said, but with my husband's baby growing in her stomach, it was too late for that shoulda been embarrassed before she opened them legs.

"Where you live now?" I asked.

"In a womans shelter. It's filthy and it has bedbugs but thats all I can afford and I can only stay there for 2 more days."

"Been to the doctor yet?"

"Only to the emergency room to confirm the pregnancy, but not for prenatal care cause I can't afford it. Homeless women ain't eligible for Medicaid. Well they don't come out and just say you ain't eligible, but they make it too hard for you to qualify. You ain' mad at me Miss. Emma, is you? Cause you ain't acting like you mad."

"Nah, girl. How can I be mad at a professional ho? If I was, it would only be jealousy. Every woman wants to be a ho at some point in her life. I'm sure of it."

"Oh"

'Well, look here, chile. Since you got yourself knocked up, why don't you come live with us? That way me and James can make sure your needs are met."

"What do think he'll say?"

"Why do you care if I don't? I'm fine wit' it just as long as you be a good wife to him so I can snuggle up with Harry."

"Who's that?"

"My boyfriend! We in a very serious relationship. But don't concern yourself wit that. Just know that you and you're baby will be just fine. You need a ride back to the shelter to get your stuff?"

"No ma'am. I ain't really got no stuff."

"Well then, go on and use my phone and cancel that ho job you got cause you don't need it no more. It's time for you to be a real woman, not a ho. There's a guest room down the hall and to the left. You can stay in there tonight and the nights you ain't wit James. On the nights you are with him, I'll stay in there. And just so you know, I want dinner ready every night by seven. Be sure to make my steaks medium-rare."

That's how it started. I believed I was doing the right thing-helping the less fortunate in the community, giving a baby a future, and making time for me and Harry.

There's more but if you all don't want to hear/read it then its fine. Just let me know and I will submit it! THANKS!