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The Monday after the pool party, Chasity went for her first Bennington job interview. Although the owner of the florist was not currently in need of a store manager, Mrs. Bassett was so impressed by Chasity that a part-time floral designer position was immediately offered at the end the interview. Chasity wowed Mrs. Basset with her impressive resume which detailed her extensive educational background that showed that she could have been a professional landscaper or architect if she wanted to be. This showed her future employer the extent of her love for floristry since there were no educational requirements for that career and since she could have easily bypassed all that schooling and gone right into it. Another thing that impressed Mrs. Bassett was Chasity’s pleasant and confident demeanor. With those two things working for her, she would easily become a customer favorite. Lastly, the thing that really set Chasity apart as an exceptional person was the sample arrangements she’d made ...

Marcos finally got a chance to talk to Chasity alone after all of the other guests were gone, after he and Lee beat the pants off of Jaleel Jr. and Juan in basketball. Although he knew that Chasity had stayed until the very end because she wanted to spend as much time as possible with their daughter, he couldn’t help trying to carve out a little of her time as well. “May I take you back to your hotel tonight?” Marcos asked, after she’d returned to the den from helping Marjorie tuck in the little ones upstairs. He was sitting in the same chair that he’d been in last weekend. One thing about this man, he definitely doesn’t give up easily, Chasity thought, fighting not to frown at his politely asked question. In fact, Marcos was so courteous about it that one would have thought that this was his first time ever asking her that question, as if she hadn’t turned him down about the same thing just last weekend. “No thanks,” Chasity replied in a much calmer tone than the way she’d answered h...

Marcos only got a few feet closer to the area where Chasity was before yet another person stopped him. This time it was a single-parent friend of his who lived down the street with his ten-year-old son that everyone affectionately called Junior since he was named after his father. Dr. Rowe Trayne brought his son to the party today for multiple purposes. This party gave his rambunctious only child another opportunity to socialize with his peers. It also gave Rowe a chance to scout for a potential second wife among the single women who’d brought their children today as well. While Marcos had been afraid of commitment for years, Rowe had enjoyed being married and had been very disappointed when his first wife left him for another man due to his hectic work schedule. Fortunately, the former Mrs. Trayne left him custody of their child and that kept Rowe from being too lonely during his free hours. However, the competent physician still craved the companionship of a woman at times and, unfor...

The following weekend, Marjorie invited Chasity back to her home for a pool party that she was giving the kids before they returned to school for the fall term. Although Chasity knew that Marcos would be there as well, the fact that the house would be full of people, including many from the neighborhood, did a lot to appease her mind that there would not be a repeat of that intimate encounter they’d had last weekend. Mindful of her generous curves and of the fact that she didn’t want to incite any kind of desire within Marcos, Chasity did not wear or bring a swimsuit today. She would have preferred to wear one of her more conservative pantsuits, but she had no idea that Georgia summers could still be so hot in late August and therefore opted to wear a gold halter-style skirt set that stopped right above her knees and allowed what little air there was to cool off her arms and shoulders. As soon as Marcos saw Chasity in that outfit, his ebony eyes bucked with extreme delight while his he...

All throughout the evening, Marcos watched Chasity interact with his relatives, particularly with the children. He soon realized what he’d basically ignored before - she was born to be a mother. After all, hadn’t she always surrounded herself with children at her father’s church, teaching Sunday school and being over the youth choir? Now Chasity had even formed an instant bond with Nakiya and that brash youngster was the hardest out of all the other children to warm up to. Unfortunately for Marcos, the mother of his child basically ignored him all evening, refusing to even make eye contact with him, even at the dinner table when he’d asked her to pass the peas while sitting directly across from her. Chasity’s hands may have passed the peas, but her eyes had remained on La’Charity who had sat right next to him. When it was time for the kids to go upstairs and prepare for bed, Chasity gave each of them a warm hug goodbye and then asked to use the phone so that she could call a taxi back...

“Chasity?!” Marcos declared, blinking rapidly to make sure that he wasn’t hallucinating. Although pale with shock right now, Chasity’s skin was still just as flawless as it had ever been. And even though they were staring at him with open hostility now, her warm honey eyes still pulled Marcos into their depths. Moreover, he could never forget Chasity’s straight dark auburn locks nor her 5’8, curvaceous figure that still made him want to pull her into his arms and usher her into his bed. Seven years hadn’t changed her voluptuous body at all and it showed in the formfitting, coral-colored, short-sleeved pantsuit she wore. Marjorie’s arched brows rose higher. “You two know each other?” She pointed and looked at Marcos and Chasity respectively, before settling an angry gaze upon her four-year younger brother again. What have you done now, little brother? Marjorie mused, knowing without asking that this was yet another woman whose heart Marcos had broken due to his fear of commitment. I t...

One year later Around noon on a hot August Saturday, Chasity walked out of the crowded Bennington airport terminal and caught the first taxi she could find enroute to the hotel that she’d reserved a room at. After spending three months in a cast, regularly attending a fracture clinic for the first six of those twelve weeks, enduring multiple x-rays and the inconvenience of not being able to drive herself around, plus several additional months of grueling physical therapy from her fractured tibia (shin bone), she was finally walking normally again, even wearing heels again. Fortunately for Chasity, she had the type of job that she could do sitting down and was able to return to work within a month after her injury. After wallowing in self-pity for a couple of weeks during the early days of her recovery, she made the decision to take in a roommate and then subsist off of the bare essentials for the rest of the year in order to put back what had been lost from her bank account. Chasity ev...

“Margie, are you okay?” Marcos asked his older sister as he walked out on the dark patio. He’d found her weeping again for the fourth time this week after putting the five children in her care to bed. As she silently wept, Marjorie Ireland, aka ‘Margie’, didn’t even bother to turn on the back porch light even though the switch was directly on the wall behind her. Her reason for this had nothing to do with the pesky Georgia mosquitoes that loved flocking to illuminated objects. Yet it had everything to do with the fact that she didn’t want to upset her family with her tears. The last three weeks had been hard on everyone. At her brother’s voice, Marjorie lifted her head and nodded. “I’m okay. I just get choked up every time that sweet child says her nightly prayers,” she replied, referring to the little girl that she’d been given custody of when her best friend and that best friend’s husband died three weeks ago. Marjorie ran her hands across her face and took a deep breath to calm hers...