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weakly, glad that she stepped away from my desk without noticing Anita under there.
    I watched my parents walk toward the door and suddenly I had a surge of courage. I had to tell them. I had to tell them I didn’t want to go to Howard’s Divinity School. I didn’t want to go to anyone’s seminary, and I had to tell them before they started to blab their news to everyone in the church because then I’d be painted into a corner.
    “Ma,” I called, standing up quickly. Just as the words left my mouth, I realized I had to sit down because my fly was unzipped and Anita’s hand was reaching for my dick.
    “Yes,” my mother replied as she turned around. I sat down just in the nick of time.
    “Ah, nothin’. Just wanted to say thanks.” I gave her a fake smile.
    “Oh, you’re welcome, baby.” My mother took my father’s arm and smiled contentedly as she shut the door with her free hand. When they were both out of sight, I exhaled loudly and stared down at Anita.
    “Jesus Christ,” Anita said from under my desk. “I didn’t think they were ever gonna leave.” She tugged at my pants.
    “Stop it, Anita!” I slapped her hand then pushed my chair back about three feet to get away.
    “No, Dante. You stop it,” she said adamantly as she crawled out from under my desk. “Stop fighting me. Stop fighting us.”
    “That’s just it, Anita. There is no us. Not since you got married.” There was hurt in my voice. Anita stepped forward until her hands were close enough to touch me. She smiled as she rubbed her hands along my chest, probably surprised that I didn’t stop her. Not that it mattered. I could never resist her for long and she knew it. All she had to do was be patient.
    I took a deep breath, trying to keep my hormones under control. “Put your clothes on, Anita.”
    “Why, are you finding it hard to control yourself?” She grabbed my arms and pulled me closer until her breasts were rubbing against my chest and our lips were close enough to kiss. I knew I was in trouble because I wanted to touch her, to kiss her, to be with her. So she was right. I was finding it hard to control myself, and by the time she pressed her lips against mine, I had lost control. Thank God I heard some shuffling outside my door.
    “Did you hear that?” I broke the kiss.
    “Hear what?” she replied in frustration.
    “I just heard someone outside the door.” She gave me a skeptical look, trying to kiss me again, but then stopped abruptly when she heard the noise.
    “You think it’s your parents again?” she whispered.
    I glanced at my watch. “No, it’s probably one of the deacons. Their choir rehearsal starts in about five minutes.”
    “The deacons’ choir? Oh, Lord,” Anita muttered, almost instantly picking up her dress. She was more panicked now than when she was under my desk with my parents in the room. “All my husband’s friends are members of that choir. I can’t let them see me like this.”
    I frowned as I watched her get dressed. A large part of me wished she’d just say fuck it and stay, but I knew she wouldn’t do that. Anita wanted the best of both worlds. She wanted the deacon’s money and my body. What she didn’t know was that, by picking up her clothes, she had just lost the latter.
    “Don’t look so sad, baby. I’m gonna make it up to you,” she promised. “We just have to get out of here. Why don’t we meet at the Jet Motel? You know, just like old times.” She gave me a smile before glancing at the door nervously.
    “I don’t think so, Anita. As long as you’re with the deacon, we’re over.” I picked up my briefcase and walked past Anita toward the door.
    Anita’s eyes got small and her face got this real evil look. “You don’t get it, do you, Dante? We’re not over until I say we’re over. And I haven’t said we’re over, so I’ll see you at work tomorrow. You might wanna bring some condoms.”
    Her voice gave me goose bumps but I didn’t back down.
    “Go home,