Reflections by Linda Dyanne Bolden (e books for reading .TXT) 📕

The music and the hot bubble bath was breathtaking, she felt so relaxed, completely care free. She sips on her wine, while her mind became engulf in the music. She actually felt revitalized, not focusing on her loneliness, but all of the happier times, that God has bless her with, her son, her home, her family & friends, her job as an Insurance Broker and her health and strength. She came to a simple conclusion that trouble don’t last always.


CHAPTER TWO


The day she met her husband


During the week-end that Terry went to visit with his father Tiara decide she would start her journal reflecting on her life experiences. She was able to capture her thoughts, pain, and happy memories as well as her passion to reach the tranquility in her life. She has had this enthusiasm for writing since she was a little girl growing up on the South Side of Chicago. Even though she has anxieties about her son being away from her, yet she appreciated the prospects of liberating her thoughts on paper. Some valued time alone that every person need for themselves. All the same this time for Tiara was never wasted; it became a healing lesson for her. It was like looking at a picture from different angles. Sometimes one may not always see what they would like to see; but on the other hand she believes she could use it as a process in which every human being faces at one point or another in their lives. She know everyone will have some trials and tribulations, in spite of that one most believe and have faith that God will see them through it. She started writing about a particular day in her life. It was an extremely hot day in July; the humidity had been enormously suffocating. As she drove down Lake Shore Drive, it looked as if everyone was out and about on the beach. During her drive home from work she dreaded getting out of her car because of the beaming sun. She had to make a stop before going home to her apartment. The AC was a little helpful but getting in and out of car made her feel sweaty and sticky, which she couldn’t feel the full effect of her air conditioning.

When she made her exit she headed for the Walgreen’s in Hyde Park a couple of blocks from where she lived. As she drove into the parking lot of Walgreen’s, a tall man with Caramel color skin tone, about 6:2, very muscularly built, with the widest grin you could ever imagine, the most sensuous lips any woman would want to kiss forever, and oh so--so fine, wearing the hell-- out of his blue jean pants, a black sleeveless tee, black Jordan’s shoes, with sweat pouring from his forehead. He immediately caught her attention as she watches him pull his right leg over his Black Harley.

When he approached her she couldn’t help for staring into his eyes. She felt as if an electrical current went through her body. She fell into a daze as she imagine herself on the back of his Harley with the wind blowing in her hair, and the breeze against her face, as she wrap her arm securely around his waist and presses her face against his back, becoming intoxicated by his scent, and aroused by their body contact. Butterflies had formed within her stomach from the mere thought. He walked up and asked her a question in his baritone voice. “Do you have the time glorious?” She like to have melted right there in the parking lot. She looked at her wrist watch on her left arm “yes 7:33” she answered hazily as she quickly strutted away, entering into the store.

She couldn’t relieve her mind from her thoughts of him. She tried to concentrate on the items she had to purchase, but she was completely amazed how fascinated she became about this strange-hunk of a man. As she continued scrolling around the store lost in her thoughts; consequently buying much more than she had planned to buy.

When she left Walgreen’s her hands were weighed down from all of the bags she had in her hands. To her surprise he was still standing beside his motorcycle, (gulping down a bottle of Gatorade.) He walk toward her and said in a very sexy voice “you are too pretty to be carrying so many heavy bags, so let me help you.” She thought what a typical pick up line. He grabbed a few of her bags out of her hand before she could make a response. “I couldn’t leave here without introducing myself to you –by the way my name is Tyrone, but everyone calls me Tyi, so what is yours?” “Tiara and everyone calls me Tia,” she said smiling as she continued to walk toward her car. Her freshly done curls were blowing slightly from the occasional breeze in the air. She reached in her purse for her car keys as she unlocked her trunk.

Standing tall, 5:7 in height, with a smile on her face, wearing a navy blue knee length straight skirt, a white v-cut sleeveless shell, sheer stockings, and navy blue high heels; her bright skin tone was at an even glow from the sunset glazed against her face. Tiara couldn’t get over their instant attraction to one another. You’re a beautiful lady I have to ask for your number, I would like to call you sometime and maybe go out?” He boldly asked. She ignored his question continuing re-arranging the bags in the trunk. “Oh I see you are married or have a boyfriend-Huh!” He stated “No I am not married and I do not have a boyfriend.” “Any way’s I don’t know you and I don’t think I should be giving you my number”. She laughed at him. “Well a pretty lady like you should have a man.” Then he laughed. “Don’t worry yourself it’s my choice you know.”

She closed her trunk and proceeded around to the driver’s side of her car to get inside. Tyrone was on her trail not letting her off the hook, as she sat in her seat her skirt slightly rose above her thighs; his face was plastered on her, immediately she looked in her purse for a pen and close her car door, letting down the car window, she wrote her name and telephone number on a torn piece of paper out of her folder. She was slightly hesitating about giving him her number, but she couldn’t resist the chemistry between them and she was becoming infatuated. Quickly she drove off after he walked away heading toward his Harley.

She couldn’t wait to get into her home to three-way her girls, reporting her mystery man, but then she thought to herself, what was it to report, nothing other than he was good looking, as a matter of fact she really didn’t know anything about him. She relinquished her thought of calling because she knew her best friend from work, Candice Nelson, the drama queen among all drama queens, would have so much drama going on in her life, she would never get a word in edgewise.

Candice was tall about 5:9 inches tall, a smooth milk chocolate skin tone, very high maintenance, always at the nail shop for a pedicure or a manicure, wouldn’t wear anything but designer clothes. Long weaved hair, and always adamant on buying a size 10 outfit when she knew she needed a size 12, so of course all of her dresses and pants were hugging her big round butt, the proportion of her weight was her back side. She is a very pretty young lady overly applying her needless makeup and dressing very provocative.

Tiara loved her girlfriend Candace, though she always thought the diva was way over the top. Candice felt she was the prettiest lady walking, she thought all the women were jealous of her beauty and every man wanted her. Tiara also believed that every hard leg that came her way, she got with them. Naturally Candice would never admit she was shallow, anyhow Candice loved drama and she loved being in the mist of a lot of mess, and whenever she wasn’t she would some how seek out for it. Therefore Tiara knew if she call her now she would be on the phone with her until the wee hours of the night talking about some lady’s man that she was accuse of sleeping with and most likely she had slept with him. Basically she was not tolerating Candice to ruin her cheerful thoughts of Tyrone.

She also wanted to call one of her best friends since high school, Pamela Smith. Keep in mind Pam was the shortest of them she was about 5:5, of mocha tone, she was the afro-centric type, she kept her hair in braids, sometimes wrapped in decorate scarf’s, scarcely wearing dresses or skirts, mostly African attire. She’s a very attractive lady but not a girly girl one. Pam could play basketball and baseball better than the average guys in the hood and Tia has witness the girl kick a lot of butt back in the day. She guesses her having six brothers made all the difference. At any rate she decided not to call her either because Pam was her girl in all but her life style to her was border line insane, you see Pamela was bisexual, not that it was her place to judge, needless to say she worried about her relationships, jumping back and forth with a man for a few months and then to a lady for another few months.

Sometimes a person couldn’t keep up with who was her (roommate) as she calls them from one day to the next. Tiara always told her that it was not healthy or safe for a person to be jumping back & forth like that, in spite of this her response was “she couldn’t help it, if both men and women couldn’t get enough of her” Tia like always would throw her hands up and say “whatever.” As an alternative Tiara following her initial thought and she chose to take a long shower and polish off the leftovers in her fridge.

The next day when she came home from work she had several messages on the answering machine. Tiara had decided to leave work earlier that Friday, after two schedule meetings she had to attend. The temperature was still unpleasantly hot, so she immediately removed her clothes and took a shower. After her long shower she went to the answering machine and pushed the button to listen to her messages. Tyrone had left two messages the first one he said “hi Tia, I was calling to see what’s up with you, I will call back later” the second message “hey pretty lady I was wondering if we could hook up sometime during the week-end, I’ll call you back, or you can call me at my number 955-4299” she also had a message from Pamela, “What’s up girl don’t forget tomorrow is our girls night out, dinner ,and our Luther’s concert, so call me when you get in from work.” Tiara smiled at her messages, thinking about how frantic Tyrone was to take her out and her plans with her girls.

She went to her newly remodel kitchen, actually her entire apartment was newly remodeled, and she was proud she had decided to rent that apartment. She had recently moved in and was excited that she had her own space. She hadn’t dated in about year, ending that relationship on unpleasant circumstances, leaving a very bad taste in her mouth. She didn’t want to seem desperate, so she refused to return Tyrone call, instead