Chapter 23 — Fighting to Touch the Light

Leon kept on pressing his foot on the gas pedal until the pedal was now touching the floor of his shabby looking car, trying hard to satisfy his passenger. Desperately, he was hoping to past the big red truck way in front of him and without causing an accident on the bumpy streets.

Thankfully, the traffic flow was on the low side… just a few vehicles moving about the long and whining stretch of road. And the more, Leon shifted the gear stick from one level to the next on the twisting and uneven length of road, Ella’s body kept bumping up and down. At times, even touching the roof of the car, as though, she was on a terrifying coaster ride in an amusement park.

It was around four miles to go and Leon didn’t see how the hell his old beat-up car was going to overtake that smooth sailing expensive truck with all its parts securely attached together.

“What will be your plan-B if, we don’t overtake his truck and reach the house before him?”

Leon asked with worrying concerns showing on her face.

“I hadn’t figured out a plan-B, beforehand for this one… I had no idea he had plans for returning to the house until he came to pick up the children, or else, I would have let this voyage rest for another day!”

Responded Ella.

Tick-tock, the clock was ticking and something needed to be done fast, or else there was going to be big trouble!

Leon began pounding his brain for answers and then, he shockingly suggested;

“We could drive past the house like strangers to it, if, he makes it to the house before us! We could buy something in one of the shops in the town; you could then tell him, you went to the store to get something for the house or even for him.”

Ella, in a state of joy almost leaned over and give Leon a kiss, on the cheeks; coming to terms that his suggestion was indeed a perfect one. But instead, she looked over at him and made mention to him that he was a very smart fella.

With blinking lights, the red truck slowly made its turn onto the Bradshaw’s property where it carefully began positioning itself for parking. Meanwhile, Leon in lighting speed whisk past Ella’s house, like a spacecraft to Jupiter.

Luckily, Green’s Pharmacy was still open, and both Leon and Ella made their way inside of it to find the perfect gift, although, she already had bought something special for her man, lover and also her boss. But this time around, she needed something even more special, taking away her guilt and shifting away his suspicion, if he had any about her deceptive activities.

A ball-point pen with his initials engraved on the side of it and two dressing sporting shirts, would do the trick, she thought. Which, Leon, putting his two-cents in, agreed. Back in the car, they began making their way back home to face either trouble or happiness.

Before reaching her gate, Ella handed Leon the brown envelope with five big ones, expressed gratitude to him and position herself for what was to come.

The big red truck, still parked inside the yard while Mr. Marshall seated himself on the veranda waiting, as though to think, she hadn’t gone too far. Or, maybe just adamant about sitting there and waiting to see, who she returned to the house with.

Ella’s eyes were attentive on him, trying to read his mind, but she couldn’t, because his face was just so still, showing neither jealous emotions nor greeting her with smiles.

But seeing Ella reaching into her purse and taking out money to pay the driver and he proceeded to fumble about looking for change to hand back to her, Mr. Marshall stood to his feet, then began making his way towards the old broken-down car.

“How much change is she supposed to get back?”

The Good Samaritan asked.

“Three bills!”

Leon responded.

“I think I got some change inside of my truck!”

Mr. Marshall said, and began making his way towards it meanwhile Ella stepped out of the car and waited for his return.

Few seconds later, he was back, stretching his hand towards Leon with the exact taxi fare inside of it.

“Thank you, very much, Sir!”

Leon said before speeding away and tooting his horn.

Ready to get down and dirty in bedroom, Mr. Marshall wasn’t about to ruffle any feathers or start an argument with his young mistress.

“You ran out to do some last minute shopping, I see!”

He stated to Ella observing the bag with the Green’s pharmacy logo printed on both sides of it.

“Something like that!”

Respond Ella, while showing him a faint smile and rubbing across his back with her free hand.

Enter the house, Ella took the gift she had under the Christmas tree and placed it on Ronald Marshall’s lap as she seated herself next to him on the large settee chair.

“This is for you!”

She said, grinning.

Less than a minute later, she was dipping inside of her shopping bag and pulling from it, the ball-point pen and two sport shirts she had just purchased for him; so as the cover her tracks.

Observing all the gifts Ella had just handed to him, Mr. Marshall pulled her closer to him and began kissing on her passionately. A moment of kissing that had her believing, he certainly wanted her for the long haul. It was perfect!

It was very tender and passionate like only those who were deeply or madly in love could have fully expressed in such acts of romantic explorations.

He surely had her breast fully arose and seeping wetness into her undergarment.

The presents Ella had given him were now pushed and spread out onto the settee chair. One hand was now reaching for the back of her knees while the other, curving around her back and gripping underneath her breast, sweeping her off the large cushiony chair and carrying her to the bedroom. Just like a father would, bringing his ground child away from danger. Meanwhile, both her hands securely clung tightly around his neck while her eyes admiringly gazed upon his face. And there, he rested her on the massive king-size bed, placed numerous kissed on her lips as he went whispering into her ear;

“This is the Christmas present, I’m most interested in!”

Several giggles exploded from both their mouths, and Ella thought to herself: “How could he not have me for his forever… as his darling wifey?”

Drip! Drip! Drip!

Came the bodily pre-come juices from the sprouting firm muscle between Ronald Marshall’s strong athletic legs. While the slippery, slimy, sweetly translucent juices trickled from Ella’s syrupy cunt; happily greeting Ronald’s tongue like a delicious appetizer during an afternoon at brunch.

Hmmmm!!! Hmmmm!!! Hmmmm!!

He was diving into her firm and plummy flesh, head first, licking away with his tongue what seems to be all his entire heart, soul and emotions in the private crevices of being!

Bringing her to complete satisfaction!

And neither did she disappoint when it was her turn to receive him; ongoing riding and gliding, up and down on his manhood; like a Hong Kong subway train in motion.

The constant pushing, pulling and kissing of sexual organs had now reached their climatic peak, causing bodies to shiver and tremble and erotic sounds to go bellowing out in the homely surroundings. Pulling a sheet over his sexual machine, Ronald stretched out flat on his back while Ella took the position of resting her head upon her lover’s chest. Tantalizing his nipples with the tips of her fingers, Ella cleared her throat, somehow trying to position mind to bring up the subject of marriage once again.

She knew she had performed exceptionally well in bed that evening, and so did he; having her feeling all sorts of special sensations she never had before now. Analyzing the moment’s activities, she told herself that he purposely wanted her to feel this way; because such would undoubtedly, firmly lock in her mind, forever, this time they had shared together.

“Did I pass the test… am I fit to be Mrs. Marshall now?”

Ella ask stroking Ronald Marshall’s chest.

As though, deep in thoughts, Ronald laid there silently with his eyes closed, bringing the young woman to be believe, she was about to receive a favorable answer.

Soon, the silence broke, and Mr. Marshall’s tone was far from being pleasant. “You heard that wedding rings are going out of style, why you’re bringing up this question to me again… whatever I had told you the first time around, such still stands! There is never, going to be any marriage between the both of us; so you better get that into your wishful and thick cranium!”

The harsh tone of his voice, immediately diminished every ounce of romantic sensation Ella was feeling for him, and had her leaping from off the bed, and getting partially dress… hastily, throwing a T-shirt over her head.

Angrily storming out of the bedroom, Ella went straight to the shower, knowing that only such could calm her down. Raising the oversize T-shirt to her head, throwing it across the door sill, she stood there in the dripping wetness of the tiny space for a while, vexingly pouting.

Realizing, or coming to terms with herself that she might never win on this one, the devil inside here was now back!

“I swear to god, I’m going to fix you, Ronald Marshall!”

The young woman grumbling said, as she pat-dried the dripping water away from her skin.

But she had no intention of taking any drastic actions against him, just yet. Since collage graduation was almost around the corner; only eight months of it to go before her big gradation day. She wanted this milestone… this very important accomplishment out of the way first before dealing with him. And whatever she decided on doing to grant him just punishment for his actions for rejecting her, she would somehow figure that out after the end of her graduation ceremony.

With her history of criminal actions trailing behind her like mud on an elephant’s huffs, would Ella Bradshaw, get away with unlawful deeds and wanton behavior this time around?

Vex as hell, Ella returned to the bedroom smelling fresh like roses and took her position on the bed beside, Ronald, but he was off into a deep sleep when she rested herself beside him. Gazing over at him she wanted to strangle him in his sleep for making her feel the way she was currently feeling – used-up and rejected by him. And at that very moment she swore that she would not allow him to touch her sexually no matter how horny she was feeling and waned to release her sexual urges.

“God didn’t give me my ‘Fuck you’ finger for nothing!”

She found herself miserably saying, grumblingly, as she return to putting on the over-size T-shirt over her head once more.

“I would prefer, have myself masturbating until my eyes turn blue, rather than allowing your selfish ass to ever touch my cunt, again!”

Ella found herself sobbingly saying with her face frowning from the throbbing pain she was feeling in depths of her heart, before going off into a deep sleep. And just like Ella, Ronald Marshall’s eyes weren’t open to see Monday morning, until, way into the six o’clock bells – before the break of dawn, when the roosters began crowing on and on, like an alarm clock.

Opening her eyes and seeing him, still lying beside her, startled Ella a bit. In between a surprise look and a droopy-face, she shockingly asked;

“What are you still doing here, Ronald? I thought you already left out of here during the middle of the night?”

“No, I haven’t left your side since last night!”

Ronald said, yawning.

“I’m just opening my eyes since our moment of passion last night! I guess you can say, you certainly have gotten me pussy-whip!”

He continued saying with a giggle while flirtatiously looking over at her.

“We must, can do a round two, before rushing out of here for the office!”

He continue saying while smiling and reaching for Ella’s shoulders.

Annoyed by his comment, she quickly pulled away from his touch and stormed out of the bedroom.

Ella’s mind was presently in a state of frenzy; simply because she wasn’t getting what she wanted or was expecting to get from this relationship with Ronald Marshall. But soon, her mind somehow began playing tricks on her, because, Ronald had spent the night at her house, in her bed, next beside here, and also away from the woman who was supposed to be his wife.

Nonetheless, Ella wasn’t going to take this occurrence at face value. She wasn’t going to allow his actions of sleeping in her bed beside her overnight, have her being delusional, thinking, he was going to leave his wife for her.

After all, her years of collage weren’t for nothing… she should be able to analyze a situation and make inquiries about it, if whatever she was observing seems too cloudy for her liking. Even though, this was more of a matter of the heart.

Storming back into the bedroom with hands on hips and aggression all over her being and in her voice, Ella, sternly ask;

“You slept here last night… what about your wife?”

“Won’t she be popping questions at you; about you spending the night out of your matrimonial bed and with another woman?”

Ella inquired with eyes steadfastly gazing into Ronald’s.

“She already knew, I wasn’t coming back to the house for the night.”

He answered.

“How come?”

Probed, Ella, trying to get a truthful response.

“Ella, because I told her, I had business in the city and it might be too late for me to travel back home. Therefore, I would be spending the rest of the night at a hotel or with one of my business partners.”

Ronald admitted.

“So, you’re not only a damn good cheater, but also a damn good liar as well?”

Ella lashed out asking.

“Don’t you fucking stand there, and judging me, about lying and cheating!”

Ronald shockingly fired back at her.

“It’s my fucking lying and cheating that has you in this comfortable position, you are in, today… getting a job you weren’t even qualified for… getting big salaries which is way above your paygrade and handling and dangling keys to my company, which you have no clue how or when it was built!”

Shouted Ronald Marshall, angrily.

“Oh, and not to mention, the assurance… standing security for your collage payments! So don’t you stand here, like you are Saints of all Saints, Sister Bernard and Mother Teresa all roll-up into fucking one; and talk to me about lying and cheating!”

Ronald Marshall went on shouting, furiously.

His furious utterances had Ella standing silently still for a while.

She had never heard him speak like this before, and especially to her!

There was nothing she could have presently say to him to retaliate against what he had just furiously bellowed out at her. Because, she knew in her heart, he was right on point – making mention of the truth. And he could have even went on to make more arguments of helping to bury her sister Lillian, her mother Nella, and also trying to free her brother Phillip from behind bars. He could have even stated about sending her younger brother and sister to school from his own bloody pocket. But he had held his tongue on those issues.

However, things and times had changed.

Such graciousness and generosities were granted or contributed in past times, and now Ella wanted much more!

Nonetheless, the heated Monday morning argument about past deeds, expectations of the present and future, had shut-down every teeny tiny bit of sentimental or sexual emotions felt between the two love birds; especially for Ella.

There weren’t going to be, in those chilly early morning hours, any riding of Ronald’s dick like any Hong Kong Subway train, or him kissing on her cunt like any sweet sugary candy pop!

With day break, presenting itself without the sunlight coming alive, spreading it’s shimmering and beaming lights on the plants and trees. Ella fixed herself a good morning meal, attired herself for the day and then left the house for work. She wanted to be there in time to open the gates to the crushing company for the other employees to enter when they arrived there, and also to start her day at the office. Meanwhile, Ronald Marshall remained in her bed, foundling his testicles and fantasying about what could have been, between him and his girlfriend, if their boiling-hot exchange of unpleasant words hadn’t commenced or started early that Monday morning.

It wasn’t until midday that Mr. Marshall made his way to the office to carryout business. And childishly, he stepped inside the office without greeting his lover and wonderful assistant, Ella. But Ella, on the other hand, knew who the boss was and handled herself even more professionally than she had in years gone by. Because, she now knew, he easily could snatch his keys from her hands at any time, call in the police squad to drag her off his premises, although, they were still bed buddies.

Pleasantly, she handed him the receipts from incoming customers; explaining to him the reasons for their credits, dates payments would be due and whatever other office procedures that needed his attention for the day and the rest of the week. And when the day was over, Ella confidently told Mr. Marshall, a pleasant good-bye, before exiting the doors of his office.

It wasn’t a farewell indicating or impressing upon him that he was still her man or her lover.

It was a good-bye that any ordinary employee would have express to his or her boss before signing out from work.

But he answered hay or nay, to her departure.

But since, he hadn’t requested the keys to his company back from her hands, she presumed all was still well between them, pertaining to their business or professional relationship.

For the next eight months, however, Ella’s main focus was about completing her assignments to make that cut for her graduation. In which she had much contemplations about asking Mr. Marshall for a larger salary or to start seeking new employment with a different company after her graduation.

And during those eight long months of beating the books –fervently studying, the young woman who had fought so many battles and won; could now hear the roaring voices of lions and the sharp teeth of the hyenas, grinding together, seeking for her blood. Telling her more trouble was in the air once more.

Every single move Ella would make would become a problem… not a problem to her, but a problem to her lover, Mr. Marshall. Except, when he would be making his moves on her to get her lying on her back, spreading her legs and giving herself to him.

Even though, the solution to whatever was bothering him was quite very simple. All he needed to do now was to terminate her from the position she held in his office and returned her sibling to her house for raising. And stop beating around the bush – letting her know upfront that their relationship was now over.

But he wanted to bake his cake and devour all of it too!

Whatever office procedure, Ronald Marshall had taught Ella in the past, were now of no effect to business practices. He was constantly changing the way the office was being run, with the hopes of getting her frustrated or, getting an unpleasant reaction out of her. Some weekend he would hold onto her salary, knowing damn well that she needed it to pay for her education and things pertaining to her graduation. And at other evenings when she was supposed to leave out early from the office; so as to catch her bus ride into the city and attend her collage classes. He would find something irrelevant to complain about, something not being done properly or just wanting to start an argument with her holding up her time. Or having her linger around the premises and ending up being late for what was now important to her, her college education.

Yet still, in all this unhealthy provocation, he just wouldn’t ask her to return to him the keys to his company. Having her assuming that he still needed her there.

The weeks of conflict and verbal assault on her job and sometimes even at home, had now turned into months of it. And satisfying her boss with sexual pleasure was clearly not the answer to changing his behavior towards her, she had soon come to learn. She had done it all in the bedroom, to bring him back to that happy place where they once were in their relationship; before the subject of marriage had surface in her mind and spoken from her lips.

Ella’s Good Samaritan has now become a barbarian, and she had to fight continuously hard to maintain and keep her cool.

But for how long, could she honestly remain calm and collective?

Or, composed and confidently standing in her assertiveness?

Her months of trial, tribulation and tyranny would soon come to a complete end. And not only the terror; he projected in her life daily that needed obliterated. But, also, her years of forbidden nesting with this married man who had once served her as a helping hand. Because, it was quite obvious to her that both work and relationship dynamics had shifted far… had terribly changed, and repentance was out of the question. Therefore, it would all be left up to her and only her to fix this shitty-mess interfering with her mind, body, soul and spirit. And also her bright and shiny future as well.

Collecting notes and internships were totally done with at the Monroe’s National Collage. A span of three months were reserved for only studying and sitting exams. Even though, Ella in her state of frustration, tried working out some form of compromise with her boss. Because, she wanted to take some days off from work for burning the midnight oil – studying, but her boss, Mr. Marshall, decided not to appease her in such a decision.

“Why should I give you the whole of three months off from your job and also still pay you, just for studying?”

Mr. Marshall shouted at her, asking.

“If you want a degree, come to your work in the days and study at nights, just like everyone else!”

He advised angrily, walking away from her side and leaving her no room for a discussion.

Determined to have him patronize her with a break, she shouted from the whining stairs leading away from the office;

“Ronald, I can come in on Saturday and Sunday mornings!”

From the bottom of the stairs he could clearly her utterances. And in a fit of rage, stamping on the steps one foot before the other, he claimed back up the stairs to confront her. Not for suggesting that she would make herself available for work on Saturday and Sunday in the mornings. But for calling him by his first name on the job.

“What the fuck you think you’re doing, bellowing out my name one-handedly?”

He questioned in a covert tone of voice and folded bottom lip, as if, he was about to put her in her place with a manly slap.

Ella, showing no signs of fear, stepped away from his immediate presences, and brazenly, she responded;

“My sincere apologies, Mr. Marshall!”

“But, as I was saying to you,” Ella continued commenting, “I can make myself readily available on Saturday and Sunday mornings for work until my exams are over and done with!”

While he stared upon her face with vengeance in his eyes.

Ignoring her comment, he savagely lashed out at her before angrily turning away from her presences;

“Don’t you dear, call me one handedly, in this office ever again, or else, that will be the last of you here!”

“Only when you’re sucking on my cotton candy and milking my nipples, should I bellow out the name, Ronald?”

Ella said, teasingly, even though, her face couldn’t tell any specific emotion.

Completely, ignoring her comments, Mr. Marshall heavily put one foot before the other and angrily marched off the steps, the same way he had done returning to the office to confront his bedmate.

For a moment, Ella stood still in the office, reflecting on all that has been going wrong with her and Mr. Marshall since she had inquired from him, if he would marry her. And now, she was regretting every moment of it. This was a relationship which she wanted to go on forever. Or if it should end, to be done in an amicable and peaceful manner. But Mr. Marshall’s behavior towards her were extreme, knocking her below the belt; past rube and demeaning to her.

From Monday to Friday evening, the look on Ella’s boss’s face was nothing far from a pussy-cat sucking on lime and hoping for it to be cheese. His face was set on being sour, until he returned to Ella’s house with Dion and Devon in his truck for them to spend the weekend with their big sister.

“Have a great weekend guys and see you, Sunday evening!”

Mr. Marshal said happily, while watching both children making their way, up to the front door of the house with Ella standing at the doorway, watching.

Once they were in their sister’s arms, Ronald returned to his truck, close the door and sped away without even saying a zilch of word to the young woman whom he had been bedding over the many years.

Ella wanted to discuss with him that she would be heading into the office on Saturday and Sunday morning and all the procedures that she intended on carrying out there. But, before she could greet her siblings and raised her head to speak with him, the back of the truck heading east, was the only thing she saw.

Determine to create some extra time for her studying, close to the days when she would be siting her exams. Ella decided to pack-up Dion and Devon and bring them to the office with her, Saturday and Sunday morning. And so she did.

Sunday evening was here once again and so, Mr. Marshall returned to the Bradshaw’s house to pick up the children and drive them back to his house for school. But Ella wasn’t expecting for him to return to her house that Sunday evening, especially, since they weren’t on good speaking terms all week along.

But like a shameless dog possessing great authority, he was there at her steps! Interfering with the special time the young woman had set aside for diligently beating the books. Demanding her to strip down into her birth suit, so he could have his way with her sexually.

“It’s either you let off some of the beef in the panties or you show up for work early in the morning and continue on with your duties as usual!”

Ella’s boss kept saying, as his disturbances became more and more frequent.

Annoyingly, he was constantly reaching for her nipples, breathing down her neck trying to get her arose, tickling her arm pit, and every so often, licking the curve of her neck with his tongue.

“Come on baby, let me have some of that sugar like we had last week Sunday!”

Ronald would say teasingly while slowly caressing the cheeks of her face with the back of his fingers.

“Why don’t you let your wife give you the sugar this week; so I can spend some time alone and study for my exams?”

Ella said in a vexing demeanor.

“I’m only touching you once per week and you’re complaining!”

Ronald shouted.

“I’m not complaining! But my priority now, is all about passing my exams so I can graduate from my college with ease! Don’t you understand, what this moment was like when you were attending college or, someone else took your exams for you?”

Ella questioned with concern showing on her face.

“Don’t change the damn subject!”

Ronald shouted.

“I need my fucking moment of pleasure right now!”

He continued as he pulled the young woman by the arm, away from her books and proceeded to drag her towards the bedroom.

For a moment, Ella resisted him manhandling her. But soon she gave into his demands, knowing that soon after the sexual escapade he would become sleepy as usual and she could continue along with her studying.

This time around she wasn’t pleasing or pleasuring him, so he could place a wedding ring on her finger, but just so, she could study for her final exams in peace. Sweetly, softly and soothingly, she was riding on his dick like a long island metro sailing to queens and back. Shushing and hushing every whimpering sound escaping from his lips, due to the ecstatic sensations she was administering to the wet stiffness between his fucking legs.

Resisting and restraining the climatic release desperately wanting to explode from his body and be known, was now inevitable. And soon, he was calling out her name in agony of excitement and pain at the same time, like a wounded man calling out for the only nurse working the graveyard shift.

“Ella, Stop!”

Ranald shouted, loudly.

“Ella, you’re too good to me!”

He declared, quaveringly.

“Ella, this is wonderful!”

He admitted joyfully.

“Ella, you can take off… you can take off from work… you can take your three months for studying!”

Ronald Marshall shakenly announce as the climatic juices expelled from his trembling body and deflated dick.

Removing herself from her riding position, she elevated her body from Ronald’s and swung off the bed and onto the floors, without saying a word of thank you to, Ronald Marshall. Standing under the raindrops of water gushing down from the faucet and then gently beating against her caramel skin, Ella stood still, reflecting for a moment. And in that moment of quietness, solace –relief from the strenuous bickering between her and Ronald, she for the first time came realize that what she had with him was far from love. It was more of a business deal or an initiation of such which she had mistakenly taken for love.

It was the exact same thing of what Corporal Banks had done to her in her teenage years. He out rightly had done it… mistreated her physically. But with Ronald, it was all mental and covered up with manipulation; the job, the money, the food, the keeping of her siblings, and now she was learning, the sex affairs as well. Because, if she hadn’t put out in the bedroom just now, he wouldn’t have bestowed upon her the tree months she needed off from the job, for studying for her exams.

Not considering that with time, and her growing knowledge of life and obtaining an education that she would figure it out someday. And that someday was right now. But Ella, reflecting and analyzing her situation, only kept her thought to herself.

Removing herself from the beating water from the surface of her skin, Ella returned to her bedroom to get dress. And from there, she went to spend the rest of the night on one of the settee chairs inside of the living room with few of her books on top of her chest.

It was close to 11:00 p.m., when she had fallen asleep; and by 3:00 a.m., she was wide awake again. Eager to get much information into her brain, she sat up on the settee chair, flipped one of her books wide open and started studying. But with her eyes still being quite tired, Ella began bucking her head repeatedly, and with her reality quite cloudy, her eyes went shut, snoring emerged and she started sleeping off once again. This time a deeper sleep that before which didn’t allow her to open her weary eyes again until 6:30 a.m.

From the settee chair, Ella emerged, peeped into her bedroom and notice that Ronald was still comfortable resting there. She also knew in the next half hour or so, workers at the crushing company would be arriving to work and ending up finding the gates lock. Pulling a sweat pants over her legs and hauling flip-flops on her feet, she hasted out of the house. And in a hurry, she walked to the crushing company, opened the gates there and allowed the workers inside. And just as fast as she had walked to the company, she walked back home just as swiftly. Where she then, fixed herself a morning meal and started studying.

Deep within her, she was extremely thankful that Mr. Marshall had given her tree months study leave, even though, such hadn’t been accomplished without her putting out… putting out some sexual pleasures.

However, with her stomach full, she sat around the kitchen table and began going through all her notes and following up with extra readings. Trying her very best and making sure, she would aced the very first exams scheduled for her to sit.

“I definitely have to come out as a champion in these exams!”

Ella kept on reminding herself.

Mr. Marshal on the other hand, wasn’t up from his slumber until close to 11:00 a.m., when he needed to take a leak in the bathroom. Wriggling and twisting himself from the sensational bathroom urges he was having, he past Ella sitting at the kitchen table and rush to the back door to release himself. And upon returning from chinning his piss of the ground, he lashed out at Ella, asking;

“Woman, you couldn’t wake me from early this morning!”

“If your concerns are about the gates being open; don’t worry. I already went and open them from quite early this morning!”

Ella responded.

No words of appreciation were being expressed to her; but instead, a request for addition favors. But Ella had long decided on opening the gates to the crushing company early in the mornings as soon as she woke, since she was living close by to it.

“While you’re on your study holiday or leave, I ask that you do one thing, get up and open the gates in the mornings; okay Madam?”

Ronald Marshall, demanded.

“It already has been my intention to do so, especially, during these days when sleep as become more of a priority to you!”

Responded, Ella, with spreading lips and soft cracking around her mouth, hiding the hate and discuss she was harboring in her heart from him.

Quickly, walking away from her, Ronald return to the bedroom to retrieve his clothing and soon began getting dress. And just after putting on his pair of black sneakers, he made his way back to the kitchen and with sparkles showing in his eyes, he happily said to Ells;

“By the way, before I forget to say it; last night was lovely!

Looking up at him with protruding eyes, Ella stated;

“I’m glad to learn, you enjoyed it… a satisfied dick equals a super charged man! You now can go roaring like a lion and make fixes to all the impossibilities of life!”

“You fixing me is all that I need!”

Mr. Marshall responded with his eyes dancing and displaying much excitement, before making his way towards the front door of Ella’s house.

“Later Babes!”

He then shouted as he was about to start the engine to his truck.

His crying out; ‘Later Babes’ wasn’t and invitation which Ella cared to welcome. Especially, now that she was carrying out her study for obtaining that degree in Business Administration.

Thankfully though, he would leave the college student alone, for the most part. Although, he would drop by her house sometimes after leaving work, just for a quick conversation or for getting his back rubbed. But his Sunday nights of pleasure were still in the picture – still on the table and a top priority for him, and he would not be absent from it either. The three months that she was off from work and studying the Sunday night erotic show had to be in session. All twelve Sundays for the three months Ella was off from work, Mr. Marshall demanded that he wanted his joy-stick to be ridden up and down, like the one and nine subway train down in Manhattan.

Sitting at least three exams each month, for the next twelve weeks, Ella Bradshaw was scoring high marks, and felt very confident that she had done well in her tests. By the end of the month of March, she felt much assurance that she would be on the graduation list for the upcoming month of June. Seriously, she began thinking about finding a new job if, Mr. Marshall wasn’t about to satisfy her wages. Move herself to a much nicer neighborhood, then, have Dion and Devon return to living with her, permanently.

But would Ella’s vision for the bright future becomes a reality?