While she was talking to her parents, there was a beeping sound on her end.
She said, "There is a call coming in, and I will be talking to you soon."
When she answered the call, the voice on the other end said, "I just called to say I miss you and can't wait to see you tomorrow."
After hearing Jamal's voice, she started to hyperventilate and whispered, "I love you."
There was a click at the other end.
It was getting late; she was tired, decided to turn in early and had no trouble falling asleep.
It was Sunday, and the church bells were ringing. Tawney knew it was time to get up. She was full of energy and bliss, could not decide what to wear, struggled over several attires and lastly, selected a beige linen pantsuit. The weather was divine, with temperatures in the mid 70s.
At approximately 9:45 a.m., the doorbell rang.
It was the chauffeur, who introduced himself as Rick.
The ride to Jamal's house took about thirty minutes. The driver escorted Tawney to the house and then left. When the door opened, Jamal was in his silk robe and led her into the living room.
The interior of the house was elegant. The four-story residence came with an elevator. The cathedral ceilings stood 16 feet high. There were parquet floors and central air conditioning.
The kitchen had all computerized appliances.
His office, which was on the second floor, had several computers, workstations, printers, and scanners.
Stored records occupied the third floor, and on the fourth floor were three bedrooms with their own baths.
What she liked most about the house was its beautiful enclosed garden.
Believing that Jamal had his act together, she was very proud of his accomplishments. He was going places, and she wanted to be by his side.
He took her to his bedroom, which looked more like a love nest.
There were several decorative mirrors on the ceiling and imported wall-to-wall black wool carpeting on the floor. Erotic images accentuated the deep red brick walls.
On his bed was a zebra skin throw.
She started to get hot. As he got closer to her body, he removed his robe and started to undress her.
Before she knew what was coming, they were doing every lovemaking position and technique known to man and woman.
Being in a state of erotic joy, she sensed Jamal was a master of The Kama Sutra or a talisman, who had the power to keep her going and pleading for more.
She would have given up all of her worldly possessions and sold her soul to the devil to keep this sensation going without end.