100 Love Letters I'll Never Send ( "We're so relieved you're a real man.") (c) 2017

After getting his final paycheck and being called by his woman, he decides to go get her. When he arrives he learns quickly this is not what he thought it would be.

Into the woods, to the top of a hill, that’s like a mountain to us in Mississippi, I made it to the house. It was five in the morning. Was pretty large. Two stories; three if you count a sub level built into the hill. How could I ever measure up to all of this? It took about ten minutes for me to figure out that this was her grandmother’s house, on her father’s side. All the family photos, and the picture above the fireplace read ‘Momma’s Boy’ that had rows of her father with his mother. She was holding him at birth, as a kid, at graduations from schools.

It took me all night to drive here. At the Alabama state line my car broke down. That had to be the Loh’Rd asking me, “Do you really want to do this?” Thirty minutes later it started again.

Carmelita hugged me tight and kissed me. On the drive here she called me every half hour checking on me, professing her love to me, and telling me all about our new life together.

I knew something was amiss. Yet I just dismissed it as my sponsor getting into my head. He implanted negative thoughts inside my head.

She had on a see through gown with only thongs on underneath. She held my hand and led me down to the sub level,  "This used to be where my grandfather partied." I noticed the bar, a billiards table and a dart board. 

She pushed me on the bed. Then straddled on top of me. The bed was huge. Them dimly lighting from the candle projected a shadow on the wall behind the bar...

Fell asleep. I was woken up by the smell of a sausage biscuit that she had brought. Then she led up stairs to eat breakfast with her family. They all seemed to be too happy that I was there. Or was this just my mind playing tricks on me?

"How'd your interview go, Gary?" His mother sounding scornful.

"It went well," Carmelita's mother interrupted. 

"Well if Alvin were still alive he'd provide for his family and we wouldn't be living with his mother." Then she turns and looks at me, "I heard you're affluent. Carmelita has told me such wonderful things about you..." From underneath the table Carmelita put her bare foot on my crouch. Started rubbing me with her foot.

 "You can take care of our precious Carmelita. I can't believe that she tried to..."

"It was a four wheel drive wreck." Carmelita's mother interrupted her grand mother. 

"Yea right." 

I started talking about the great business deals. Told her I made six figures a year. Of course, I kind of fabricated the truth.

"We're so relieved you're a real man."

Many minutes later Carmelita and I our driving to an AA meeting. I got the gumption 

ask her what had happened to her.