Chapter
1 – Sweet as Honey
I
pulled into
New Orleans
at sunset looking to get away for a three day weekend
and
Bourbon Street
had my name on it. I checked into the Royal Sonesta
Hotel located in the heart of the French Quarter, got
dressed then headed out for food, drink and party.
Bourbon Street
was just outside the main entrance. The people were
flowing in for the same reason I was there for.
The
balconies and patios that lined
Bourbon Street
were draped with beautiful fine women waving at the
crowd with drinks in the hands and no bras. I couldn’t
wait to come back through for the “Boobs for Beads”
show that
New Orleans
is famous for. What a night. It was starting to get hot
already.
I
stepped into a bar for a quick cocktail to kick my mood
up a notch. With a beer and a shot in my hands I
ventured back out onto the streets. Jazz, rock, blues,
you name it, it was pouring out from bar to bar up and
down the street. The crowds were building up for the
weekend some were drunker than others already. I was
ready to party and continued on looking for the right
bar.
Just
ahead I could hear this one bar cranking and jammin’
with live music. As I walked up to it I could see a
small line developing waiting to get in. I got in line
and stepped in with the flow. The crowd inside was
having a hell of good time. There were women with tight
jeans, T-back thongs of all flavors peeping and hanging
onto fine hips, tight T-Shirts, and perfume that could
put a man in a trance.
I
made my way to the bar rockin’ to the beat of the
band. What is this place? I looked around for the name.
Above the main bar (there are three) is a neon lit sign
“Court of Three Sisters”. I perched myself on the
bar and looked for a bartender. Up came this gorgeous
blonde.
“What
can I get ya’ honey?” she asked. I pulled out my
credit card.
“Double
jack on the rocks, splash of coke, hold the lime
please.”
“Sure.
I’ll be right back.”
I
turned around to see what band was playing. On stage was
an all girl band kickin’ and rocking the place. Heads
were bobbin to the beat as they played “Shut up and
Drive” by Rhianna.
“Here
ya’ go hun. Anything else?” said the bartender.
“Nope,
keep it open.”
I
turned back around and faced the dance floor. This
beautiful jet black haired girl with a killer smile came
up to me with a beer in her hand.
“Let’s
dance” she said smiling with a pointing index finger
gesturing for me to follow her out to the dance floor. I
put down my drink as she pulled me by the hand out to
the front of the stage and started dancing. The music
was pumpin’ and I was in heaven. After the song was
over we parted and waved to each.
“I’ll
be back for you again” she said walking away fading
into the crowd
“I’ll
be waiting”. I said.
I
went back to the bar and picked up my drink and took a
long draw on it. The band stage was black with small
amplifier lights peering out. A spot light came on and
this tall long legged goddess was standing on stage at
the microphone. She has long shoulder length curly
drizzled dark brown hair, arched eyebrows, deep engaging
eyes and a silky smile.
“How
ya’ll doin’ out there tonight?” she asked the
crowd. The crowd went nuts including me.
“Well
let me talk to ya’ll for minute” she started “You
see my man quit me last week. Can you imagine that? That
bastard just up and decided he didn’t want me no
more!”
The
crowd booed for the dumb ass that dumped her. I didn’t
know what his problem was, but I sure as hell wouldn’t
let such a strong, talented and confident goddess like
her out of my arms.
“But
that’s alright though” she continued “Momma told
me that some men are like burnt cookies, you just scrap
them off the pan and start a new batch baby.”
This
really made the crowd yell at the tops of their lungs,
especially the women. She picked up her guitar and her
band started playing a real bluesy song. She swayed as
she started to sing. I sucked down the rest of my drink
to the ice cubes and turned back to the bar to order
another one.
“Here
you go hun” said the same bartender that served me my
first drink placing two in front of me.
“Wow...
Two?” I said with a puzzled look on my face.
“Just
one for now, thanks” I said. She pushed the other
drink back next to mine.
“This
is for Honey. She said to keep an eye on it for her.”
Still
looking puzzled, I thought to myself for a quick second
‘who’s Honey?’ Oh, it must be the chick I was
dancing with. The bartender pointed at the stage.
“Up
there, she’s the lead singer and my sister. Enjoy”.
She said
The
band had started playing “Purple Rain”. I smiled,
picked up my drink and turn to face the stage. She
looked at me as she started to sing the song, smiled,
and winked. Our eyes were fixed on each other as we sang
the words together “Purple Rain, Purple Rain, I only
want to see you under the purple rain.”
Chapter
2 – “Hello Honey…”
Her
band played two more songs before for taking a break.
“We’ll be right back” she yelled into the mic at
the crowd. I was nervous as hell knowing that she would
be heading towards me shortly after walking off the
stage. She was walking towards me giving high fives to
the crowds as they held up their hands.
She finally got to me as I held out her drink.
“Thanks”
she said with a smile.
“You’re
welcome. You got a pretty good band.”
“You
think? We’ve
been together for along time. The drummer is my
sister.” She said. My mind was beginning to put two
and one together.
“Is
this your bar, The Court of Three Sisters?” I asked.
“Yep,
it’s our fathers bar twice handed down. Now we carry
the torch” she laughed taking a long sip on her drink.
She is a stunning, funny, a smart business woman, and a
musician. The gods must have been smiling on me this
weekend.
“So,
what’s your name double jack on the rocks?” she
asked taking another sip on her drink.
“Michael
La’marion” I said looking into her brown eyes. She
took another sip of her drink, and paused.
“La’marion?
That’s a Cajun blend! Which side of your family does
this name come from?” she asked with a beaming smile.
“My
mother, she’s Creole.”
She smiled.
“Sugar
is always sweeter when it comes unexpected.”
“Who
came up with that saying?” I asked signaling for
another round of drinks.
“My
momma, she had a bunch of them.”
“Soooo,
Honey is your first or middle name?” I asked.
“It’s
my nick name that my daddy gave me. I was his favorite
of the three of us and his favorite thing in the mornin’
with his biscuits was honey. My real name is Laura”
“So,
do I call you Honey or Laura?”
“Well
Michael, you can call Laura”
“I
hope this is not the last time I get to see you.”
“It
wont be.” she said placing her hand on mine at the
bar.
“What
I want is for you to be here when I am done for the
night. Can you promise me that? Don’t if you
can’t”. She said in a serious tone. I looked into
her eyes.
“I
promise I will be here when you are done.”
Laura
gave me her guitar pick and a kiss on the cheek with a
smile.
“I’ll
see you later.”
Chapter
3 – Keep your promise to Laura
She
smiled and walked away into the crowd then turned
around, blew me a kiss and stepped on stage and started
playing. Her sister brought me another drink.
“Don’t
screw with my sisters head. She’s picky and she picked
you.”
“I
won’t”. I said looking at her up on stage.
“Just
don’t break her heart hun.”
I
listened to a few more songs and had a few more drinks.
I was getting the munchies and needed to eat. I
finished off my last drink and called her sister over.
“Keep
my tab open okay? I’ll be right back; I got to get
something to eat.”
“Okay
hun. Remember your promise.” She said.
I
nodded, looked up at the stage to let Laura know that I
was leaving but she was leaning into her microphone and
singing her heart out. What a girl I thought to myself
and started to leave when Laura looked up and saw the
girl that I was dancing with following me trying to get
my attention. Laura looked at her sister at the bar and
pointed to the doorway. Her sister saw her making a bee
line for me as I got closer to the front door.
“Ah
hell nah that bitch aint goin’ after my sisters man”
she said under her breath.
Laura’s
sister signaled to one of the other bartenders to watch
her section as she began walking towards the door to
head off the girl that was chasing after me. She caught
up with her just as she was about to step outside the
door and grabbed her by the arm.
“Where
the hell you think you goin’ hun?” she said in a
stern voice.
“You
better lose me bitch!” The girl said pulling her arm
away from Laura’s sister.
“Keep
your hands off him whore or you’ll see me times
three!” she said in a spitting voice at the girl.
“Screw
you bitch” she said then disappeared into the crowd.
Bourbon Street
was full of people and
more were gathering as they poured in from everywhere. I
was walking and pushing my way trying to find some place
to eat that was quick and easy so I could get back to
Laura. The ladies I had passed earlier that were hanging
over the patios for the “Boobs for Beads” show were
pulling up their shirts and flashing the crowds of men
that were gathering and looking up with beaded necklaces
in their hands trying to toss them up at the waving
girls.
I
finally found a small eatery that served
togo
gumbo by the bowl with a mini French loaf. I was about
to order when I felt soft arms wrap around my waist that
turned me around.
“Surprise,
it’s your dancer friend Becky from Court of Three
Sisters!” she said in giddy voice.
“O’,
hello” I said in a surprised voice. I was shocked to
see the girl I had danced with earlier standing before
me.
“You
still owe me a dance remember?” she said.
“Ahhh.
Yeah” I said still surprised. “I am just getting a
quick bite to eat, you want something?” I offered.
“Yeah.
I’ll have what you’re havin’.” She said.
We
took our tray of food and sat at picnic table. She
smiled.
“Sooo,
are you going to dance with me any more tonight?
You’re a good dancer.” I ate a spoon full of gumbo
before answering.
“I
already have plans tonight with someone else.”
She
scooted close to me, lean over near my ear.
“I
don’t see her? I know this great bar just up one block
up from here called the “Voodoo Lounge” with a DJ
that plays kick ass music.”
“Nah,
I have plans tonight” I said. She put her right hand
on my thigh.
“We
can dance for a little while then go to my place or
yours for cocktails. You have some beads and I don’t
have on a bra. See?
She smiled pointing at her large breast.
My husband’s out of town so tonight is my
naughty night out.”
There
I was with this hot married woman throwing herself at me
and Laura who’s going to be waiting for me when her
last set is over.
Chapter 4 – Someone is waiting for me
Becky took my hands a put them under her T-shirt.
I pulled my hands back.
“Look,
I really appreciate your offer. Really I do. But my
heart and my mind is on someone else right now. Someone
that is very important to me. Besides, do you really
want me with you thinking about another woman?” She
crossed her arms.
“NO!
You’re no fun. Tonight could have been your lucky
night.” She got up from our little table and
disappeared into the crowd as easily as she appeared.
I pushed my bowl and bread aside and headed for “The
Court of Three Sisters”. I looked at my watch.
‘Damn!!!’ I said to myself. Her last set is nearly
over. She is not going to wait for me if I am a second
late. Shit! Shit! I hurried through the crowd pushing
and shoving as I got closer to the club.
The band wasn’t playing anymore. “Shit! Shit!” I
cursed to myself. “That’s it! She’s gone. She’s
sure as hell ain’t waitin’ for my ass.” I said to
myself again. I reach the doorway and stepped in
hurriedly. I stood there looking around for her. The DJ
was already playing music. The crowd was dancing and
shouting to the DJ “Rock the house!” I looked at the
bar, but she wasn’t there. I scanned over to the stage
thinking I would see her putting away her guitar, but
she wasn’t. The covers were draped over the equipment
and the amplifiers were turned off.
I felt as if a bomb had dropped on my world. I walked
over to the bar and looked into the mirror at myself and
shook my head asking myself “Why didn’t I just
turned around and come back? Why didn’t I just listen
to my heart and stayed close by?” I couldn’t hear
anything. My world was silent and I didn’t care.
People were bumping into to me trying to order drinks. I
just shoved them back. Then I felt a soft hand slide
over mine.
“Michael,
you kept your promise” the familiar voice whispered.
It was Laura.
“You
came back to me.” A
sigh of big relief came over me as I turned around.
“Laura,
I didn’t think you were here. I, I thought you were
gone and had given up on me” I said to her softly
holding her hands.
“My
sweet, sweet Michael, how could I have given up on a
good man that didn’t give up on me” she said with a
big smile. I cupped her face with my hands and kissed
her deeply.
“Laura,
I don’t’ ever want to feel this way again. I don’t
want to feel this feeling of losing someone that came
into my world and told me to trust my heart and a heart
would be given back.”
She smiled.
“Mama
always said… Baby, a good man will find you when you
least expect it and when he finds you just ask him for a
simple promise to come back to you.
That’s how you’ll know he’s the one.”
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