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outside. Trembling, Nicola pulled a mohair shawl over her shoulders. It was spring, but like relatives who did not know when to leave, winter was still hanging around.
    From this spot she could hear her next-door neighbor chant his Muslim prayers. His melodic almost haunting voice soothed her in a strange and exotic way. It reminded her of the time she and Harrison had spent in Tunisia.
    That was three years ago. They were so happy then, or rather, she was happy. She doubted if he had ever really loved her. Sheremembered how Harrison had always made mysterious disappearances on those trips. Always under the guise of, “Just taking care of business, lovey.” Some business?
BULLSHIT,
thought Nicola. He was more than likely slipping out for some gay rendezvous.
    She felt so stupid. How could she have not known? How could she have been so blind? Now that she was divorced, she had time to deal with the issues of her childhood. Since that night when she had discovered Harrison and Sebastian together, she had found it impossible to decipher if the scenes from her past were real or imagined. They were so horrible. She had heard about false memories and had prayed that it was so with hers. She needed a way to pick out the truth of what had happened back then.
    The private investigator,
thought Nicola
.
The one she had hired years earlier to find her birth mother. That’s who could help her. She decided to contact him. He would help link the dots of her memory. For the first time in months, Nicola smiled and mused,
soon the whole truth will emerge…then maybe I’ll get a chance to start my life all over again.

CHAPTER EIGHT
     
    “Carlos…I’m gonna come, baby….I’m….OH YES…SWEET BABY JESUS!”
    Carlos lay on his back as the two-hundred fifty-pound, light-skinned Amazon rode his dick like a jockey rides a stallion in the Kentucky Derby. Her pendulous tits flopped in all directions. Her nostrils widened large as the expression of her freckle-laden face changed into a pleasure-seeking alien, hell-bent on getting the best orgasm on the planet.
    Beads of sweat shot out from every pore of her body. Carlos guided her butt up and down, repeatedly ramming his enormous twelve-inch pole through a maze of juicy flesh. Wanting to speed up her “race” to an ecstatic finish, he rubbed the ultra-sensitive tissues on her love knob back and forth. He could feel her insides spilling out juices in joyful response. She was ripe. She was ready. She was ’bout to come.
    “CARLOS…It’s here, baby…YOU DOING IT…YOU DOING IT, BABY!!!”
    Carlos almost had another orgasm from merely watching the performance. He loved watching women come. Especially the big ones. They put all their weight into it. And this one came hard.
    “OOOOOOH, Carlos…Carlos…..OOOOOHH…BABY!!!” Almost tearful, she collapsed on his chest and held him like life depended on it. And then she went and spoiled everything forCarlos. She whispered in his ear, “I love you, Carlos…baby…I love you so much…”
    Later that morning, Carlos could see the ‘What the fuck?’ look on the young women’s chubby face when he pulled his jet-black Jaguar sports car away from the curb and, more importantly, away from her and her clinging ways.
    She said she wanted breakfast. I dropped her off at McDonald’s. Why’s she upset?
    Navigating midtown Manhattan traffic, Carlos knew that after a morning of hot, torrid lovemaking, women expected you to be so smitten…so grateful…so indebted…he was supposed to love and worship her dirty drawers, or at the very least take her out for a fine breakfast. But, if he did that, she’d think she was special. When women think they’re “special” their commitment genes activate. Pussy never feels the same after that.
    Carlos wanted no parts of attachment with women. He was the pin-up boy for fuck ’em and dump ’em. The music business was his only passion. Building the new record company with his brother, Tarik, took all his