Lonnie Raines, wife of Charles-Lee, being a fastidious woman, arose early by most people's standards, to begin her day of cleanliness. In and out of the backdoor, to the cellar, upstairs and down she worked for hours. Soon it would be too hot and sticky to do such physical chores.
Since nobody was around, she didn't bother to shower, preferring to wait until the dirty work was done. She wasn't even fully dressed, just enough cover in case something got delivered to the house.
She was slightly older than her husband, but at the time of their relationship and marriage, she was saddled with two children and needed some kind of support. Charles-Lee, the oldest Raines brother and part owner in their trucking business, was just what she needed. She knew he wasn't faithful and never would be, but Lonnie was the kind of woman who would tolerate a lot that was not in her personal best interest. In other words, she'd go along to get along...especially when it came to men.
While in the cellar folding laundry, Cheek Harris, Lonnie's X-husband and one of her least favorite people, dropped by intending to see their son, Christopher, who stayed with his mother and Charles-Lee since being released from prison. The boy had turned his life around and at the age of 22, had become a model citizen and a good son. He shared his mother's low opinion of his father.
The back door was open, so Cheek walked onto the enclosed porch as if he had been invited. Arrogance was one of his biggest problems.
"Lonnie?" he called.
She was surprised to hear his voice. "Who is it?" She knew perfectly well who it was.
She just couldn't believe he was in her house.
"It's Cheek," he answered.
'What does he want?' she thought. 'Why did I bother to divorce him if he was going to forever be in my life?'
"Where are you, babe?" he shouted. He smiled to himself knowing she would be pissed that he called her "babe".
"I'm in the cellar," she said not bothering to hide her annoyance. She continued folding laundry, waiting for him to come downstairs.
"What are you doing here?" she asked as he came into the laundry area.
"I came to talk to Christopher, do you mind?" he answered sarcastically.
"No, I don't mind, but just because he lives here, doesn't mean you can just walk right in whenever you want," she admonished.
"Christopher's not here anyway. He's at work. You would know that if you had called first," she answered.
Cheek ignored her foul attitude as he usually ignored most everything she said. Instead, he stood looking her over, remembering how well put together she used to be. She was still a sexy woman. She had put on a little weight, but the fleshed out parts still looked good on her. He wondered if she ever thought about him. The marriage sucked, but they had been well matched "in bed".
When Lonnie finished folding the laundry, she picked up her basket and passed Cheek on her way upstairs. He couldn't help noticing the sway of her bare tits under her cotton house dress. As she passed close by him, he could also see the bubble butt he used to like so much. Before she could reach the stairs, he jokingly stepped forward and wrapped his arm around her waist.
"What are you doing, let me go," she demanded. She was a very serious woman and did not appreciate his flippant ways...one of the reasons she grew tired of being married to him.
As he held her fast, he whispered in her ear, "You need to lighten up. You're too old to be so tight-assed."
"And you need to grow up," she shot back. She was slightly angry at his reference to her age. Although she was not sensitive about aging, she resented his mention of it.
She freed herself from his grip saying, "You didn't come here to talk to me and Chris is not here, so you can leave now."
Lonnie turned to walk away from him, but he grabbed her again. She dropped her basket of laundry struggling to get away from him. He held onto her tighter and dragged her back into the cellar. He forced her up against the wall and fastened her there with his body.
"Let me go, Cheek! Stop it and let me go," she snapped, "you play too much."
As she spoke, she felt the familiar protruding lump pressing into her pelvis. It became evident to her that he wasn't going to let her go. She slapped and kicked him the best she could, for he had her pretty completely forced against the wall.
Cheek couldn't believe what he was doing. He hadn't desired Lonnie in the 12 years they had been apart. Until that moment he had forgotten how, at one time, she had been a sexually compliant woman. Spurred on by thoughts of how things used to be, there he was, about to force himself on her. What if her husband came home? What if Christopher came home? But, it was the middle of the day and they were both at work. No chance he would be disturbed.
"I'm not playing," he said as he fought off her attempts to defend herself.
He managed to grasp her wrists and twisted her arms behind her back. Fortunately, he was able to take both her wrists in one of his large hands. With his free arm around her waist, he lifted her off the floor, which wasn't easy due to her new weight gain. Suddenly and quickly he shoved his knee between her thighs, planting it up against the wall behind her. He was then able to lower her, so that she was straddling his thigh with her legs dangling and her feet off the floor.
"What are you doing, Cheek? Christopher is coming home any minute," she lied.