10th Commandment | Revamped

Chapter 28

"Continues... 
After an intense session of lovemaking, or whatever you want to call it—if you know the distinction. It began with passionate foreplay on the stairs, then transitioned into some heated, aggressive exchanges where Fantasia unleashed her frustrations on Taraji, which only fueled Taraji's desire. The night ended with gentle kisses from Taraji to Fantasia, a bittersweet farewell. 

From there, it spiraled into a whirlwind of bodies intertwined, pussy lips brushing against each other, and intimate caresses, concluding in a wave of pleasure that left Taraji utterly exhausted. Fantasia, alert despite her fatigue, picked up on some noises in her new home. She retrieved her weapon from the safe, a firearm she had insisted on having from the authorities. 

She had a stash of them but wanted something that seemed less menacing. Carefully, she made her way downstairs. "Whoever you are, know this: I'm armed, my aim is precise, and if I fire, it'll be at your head. I won't face consequences for it because I'm under strict protection, and you're trespassing. So... keep your hands visible," Fantasia warned, flicking on the light. 

"Please don’t shoot," replied a stunning African American woman with cascading natural hair, her hands raised high. "This was my grandparents' house. I was in Australia when I discovered they had moved to a nursing home and sold it. I've been coming here for the past week searching for something—an old vase that belonged to my mother. The more I came, the more memories from my childhood surfaced, and I couldn't help but return. I truly apologize for intruding; until now, I thought no one lived here. Please don’t call the cops, I’ll leave," she babbled, visibly trembling. 

Fantasia lowered her weapon and couldn't help but chuckle, noting how scared the woman appeared. "I think you need some shooting lessons," she teased. The woman smiled, lowering her hands in relief. "I'm Judy," she introduced, extending her hand. 
"Fantasia. I’ll find your vase and place it on the counter for you, but first, I need the keys, or I'm changing the locks." 
"Fair enough," Judy acknowledged, slinging her gym bag over her shoulder as she headed toward the door. "Hey, it’s 11 PM and pretty dark outside. You’re welcome to stay in the guest room tonight. Tomorrow, we can search for your vase in the basement together, that way you won't have to show your lovely face here again." 

Judy giggled. "That sounds fair. Thank you." 

"Can I get you something to drink?" 
"Tea." 
"No tea!" 
"What do you have that's hot?" 
"Uh... water?" Fantasia replied, prompting laughter from Judy. 
"I can handle something cold. Any soda?" 
"Diet?" 
"Regular sugar!" 
"Hmm, interesting. Let me check," Fantasia said, rummaging through the snacks Taraji had brought her. "Unfortunately, all I've got is diet," she lamented. "I'll take a bottle of water," Judy replied. "How about just a glass of tap water?" Fantasia suggested with a chuckle, and Judy giggled along. 

They settled in and soon discovered they shared a few interests: favorite films, sports, and murder mystery novels. 
"I have one that's fairly new; I can lend it to you," Judy offered, pulling out a book. 
"For the first time ever, I finally have time to read," Fantasia replied, accepting it eagerly. 
"Judith Christopher Thomas, JCT—my favorite author!" Fantasia exclaimed, her smile widening. She looked up, and Judy blushed. 
"What’s this about?" 

"Hey, I'm Judith Thomas, great meeting you!" 
"No way!" 
"Yes way!" 
"That's impossible!" 
"Why not?" 
"I can’t be that lucky," Fantasia said. Judith pulled out her ID and handed it to Fantasia. 
"Oh my word, you really are JCT!" Fantasia gasped, wide-eyed. 
"Surprise!" Judy teased. "I adore your work, especially your 'Criminal Mind' series. It's so captivating and clever! What inspires you?" Fantasia asked, her grin ear to ear. 
"My father was a mobster. He and my mom had a rocky relationship, and my brother and I witnessed his escapades firsthand; they got back together a year later. You know, it’s hard to separate from a well-dressed thug—they can be infuriating, but wow, are they charming!"