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

stomach.  She could still feel the soreness from his body invading hers.  She wanted him and couldn't think about any other man.  Everything she had said to her father had been ridiculous and inconceivable.  She didn't know how to take it all back now without completely humiliating herself.  
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    "Are you sleep, son," Frank Steele, asked outside Jackson's bedroom door.
    "Nope," Jackson said.  He was lying flat on his back with an erection sticking up towards the sky.  His thoughts were fixed solidly and constantly on a brown-skinned woman with thick thighs, wide hips and beautiful breasts.  A woman who had given him every reason in the world to avoid women completely and then had thrown him back into the frying pan with sex like nothing he had ever experienced before in his life.  He was totally and completely loss where Ramsey was concerned.  It wasn't just sex.  It was an incredible...... everything.  She had been and, after all these years, still was a power and a force in his life for good and bad for both short term and for long term. He flipped onto his stomach and painfully willed life out of his rod.  He wasn't sixteen anymore and he had some control, not a lot, but some.  He wasn't about to be embarrassed in front of his dad. 
    The door opened and Frank stepped in.  
    "I overreacted today.  I'm sorry.  I made myself look like a fool.   Talk to me.  Tell me from beginning to end.  I need to know what's going on here. We're supposed to be hating that family, but what I saw on your face today when that girl walked into the room was a long ways from hate.  So, talk to me." 
    Jackson turned onto his side, tossed a blanket over his hips, and stared up at his father.  When Frank found a chair in the corner of the room and settled into it, Jackson spoke. 
    "First of all, she's not a girl anymore.  That was a full-blooded woman who walked into the room and I'm not a boy.  I'm a man.  You'll be glad to know that I had sex with her last night and she was a virgin." 
    "My God, Jackson, have you gone and lost your mind completely?  That woman was not a virgin.  You haven't forgotten what you did to her all those years ago. Plus, she looks like sex on a stick.  Don't tell me she told she hasn't been with a man since you....uh...well since what happened between you two?  What's gotten into you?  My God!" Frank rubbed his hands across his face.  His father had dementia and his son was acting stupid.  He was tired and he missed his wife.  He felt like taking off his belt and beating Jackson like he had done all those years ago. 
    "Are you listening, Dad?  I had sex with her last night and she was a virgin.  I broke the skin and she bled.  Please don't make me keep saying this.  I shouldn't be talking about this with you or anybody, but it seems to be important to everyone and necessary to clear up this whole mess.  Evidently all those years ago, I had only tried to take her virginity, but was unsuccessful.  Because she was traumatized by it, she has refrained from getting close to men.  Her momma played a bigger part in her aversion than I did.   Anyway, she took me home last night after Talmus and I got into a fight and were taken to jail.  Oh, it’s a long story.  Do you really need to know everything?"
    "Yes sir, I do.  Even if I wasn't your father and you were just some person off the street telling this crazy story, I would be morbidly fascinated.  Yes, tell me everything.  A person couldn't even make this stuff up."  
    Jackson laughed so hard, his sides hurt.  He had never seen his father so surprised and practically begging for information.  So, he talked to his father for hours.  They went over every detail of everything and in the end, Frank Steele, stood up and said, "Well, if I were you, I'd figure out how to marry Ramsey Laughterdale.  She looks better than Beyonce and she's yours.  I believe in a man keeping what belongs to him."  
    "She's not mine," Jackson