I went upstairs to change. I put on a big tshirt and just some panties. When I was done, I decided to find Michael. He was in his office. "Mikey.." I said. "What's the matter ?" "I'm horny, Mikey." He stopped what he was doing and looked at me. "What ?" I said innocently. "You're what ?" "I said I was horny. I think being pregnant does that to you." "Well then, we should to fix that, shouldn't we ?" "Yea." I said kneeling in front of him. "What do you want Mikey to do ?" He said. "I don't know." He pulled me closer. Then undid his pants. "Is this what you want, mama ?" "I'm in the mood for chocolate." "Here. If you put this in your mouth and suck on it, white chocolate will com out." "But I don't wanna suck your dick for some chocolate." "Please, babygirl ?" "What if I swallow, I don't want the baby eating that." "You got a point.Well here, just jerk me off." I started stroking him; gradually getting faster. He sat back and closed his eyes. "That's it, baby. Make sure you hit my sweet spot." Then the phone started to ring. "Damn it. This better be good. You keep going. Hello ? Yea. SHE WHAT !?!?!?! When did you find this out ?! She said she what !?! What has the family done to her ?! She's not gonna get a fucking dime from me ? Hold on. Hang on for a sec, mama. Yea, I'm back. Well, I'll call her. Yea. Bye." Click. "I can't believe that girl. After what we did for her." "Who ?" I asked. "LaToya. After what she did with Playboy, she's going to write a book, claiming I've been sexually molested as a kid.That girl has gone too far. I betcha it's that damn Jack who planted that idea in her head." "I don't like Jack." "Yea. Me neither. I gotta call her. She doesn't know the house phone number, does she ?" "You changed it twice." "I'll call her from the kitchen phone." I followed him to the kitchen. He dailed her number. "Hello ? LaToya ? This is Michael. Don't worry about the number. Frank just called me and told me you were planning to write a book, stating I was molested when I was a kid. Don't. Just don't. LaToya, listen to me. This is a bad idea. No, I'm not gonna pay you. *sigh* Honey, come talk to your sister in law before I lose my mind." He handed me the phone. "LaToya ?" "Hi, Michelle. How are you coming a long ?" "Fine. LaToya, please don't do this book. I'm asking as a friend, please." "I'm gonna do the book. I want some attention too. Why should the rest of the family stand in the shadow while you and Michael are getting famous ?" "I'm not famous. And I understand where you're coming from. If you want to be in the spotlight that bad, then do something that you like to do. Be come an actress or something, but don't make the family look bad." "Michelle, I'm doing this book. And besides I shiuld let the world know what I've been through. Even Jack said so." "Ok. How about this ? You can come over tomorrow and we'll work things out, ok ?" "Fine. I'll be there at 2:30." "Ok." Click. "What did she say ?" Michael asked. "She's gonna come over tomorrow and we'll talk." "Whatever. Just don't let her drag you in this. I won't let you or my child be a victim of injustice."Mikey, you're tired. Let's go upstairs."
