The Shocking Truth About Ramsey by Jennifer L. Ray Page A

 
    Ramsey pressed her lips together and held her head high.  She was not going to cry over that jerk.  She had a life to live and she had already told Herby that morning that Jackson was not in her plans.  She had told him that she didn't want Jackson because he was too controlling and that if she experienced passion and pleasure with one man, she could have it with any other man.  She had really believed all that, before she had seen Jackson again that morning and he had pressed her up against the wall and looked at her like she was chocolate pudding in a spoon.  He had been just as eager as she to repeat the experience, but something had changed his mind.  
    Ramsey stopped walking as an incredible thought crossed her mind.  No, surely not.  Then, yes, it was possible.  She turned around and went back into the hospital.  She immediately saw Talmus wheeling Herby through the lobby doors.  All thoughts of Jackson flew out of her head. 
    "What's going on," she asked in disbelief.  She knew how much Talmus hated Herby.  Either he was taking him somewhere to finish him off or she was hallucinating.
    Talmus looked embarrassed.  Herby, however, looked radiant.  He was smiling from ear to ear. 
    "My son is taking me to his house until I get better," he said. 
    "Yeah, mom asked me to take care of him," Talmus added. 
    Ramsey just stood where she was and stared.  Some things needed processing visually and mentally before a person could ever even begin to speak on them.  The men before her had suffered incredibly and she knew everything about each of their pains.  She knew the woman at the heart of them too.  
    "Mom asked you to take care of dad," she repeated dumbly. 
    "Yes, Ramsey, she did.  Now move.  So, I can get home and make him comfortable," Talmus said irritably.   
    He was not one for drama and he really didn't want Ramsey around right now.  He wanted Herby all to himself.  He had questions and all kinds of manly things to discuss with him.  He already liked him.  They had talked for an hour while Herby was waiting to be discharged from the hospital.  His dad was a health nut just like him and he couldn't stop staring at him.  They had the same face, hands, feet and everything.  It was a Genesis and a Revelation.  It was like birth and death.  It was everything coming full circle and Ramsey had to go.  He didn't want her messing things up.  Furthermore, from what Herby had told him, she had had a relationship with him for years now.  
    "Okay," she said and moved to the side.  Then she thought about something and got back in the way.  Talmus took a deep breath and waited. 
    "Dad, did Jackson come see you today," she asked.
    "He did," Herby said cautiously.
    "You told him what I said," she said calmly.
    "I might have talked too much.  I'm hurting so bad and that pain medicine got me half out of my head.  Talmus, let's go.  These mosquitoes gone start biting in a minute.  I got enough problems as it is."  
     Herby was eager to get away.  He knew he was in serious trouble with Ramsey.  He was torn between staying and convincing her that he meant well and screaming for her to move so that he and Talmus could go spend some much-needed and long overdue father and son time together.  He was almost blind with the joy of being in the presence of both of his children without animosity and hate shooting from their eyes.  Even though he was shot up and in a wheelchair at the hands of his children's mother, it had been decades since he had felt such a wonderful feeling of normalcy.  
    Ramsey watched as Talmus quickly steered around her and wheeled Herby away before she could let him know what she thought about his cursed meddling in her business.  She wanted Jackson and she wanted him badly.  There was and could never be any other man to make her feel what she felt last night with Jackson.  She trembled when she pictured his lips against her breast and his big hand against her