For Women Who Want The Ballerific Life!
Driving down 95 in my drop top Jaguar, the Miami sun is beaming down on me kissing my skin with it’s heat. It’s a perfect day here in the Magic City and I am living the Miami life. I look in my rear view mirror and see that my lipglass is still poppin, my seductive eyes are hidden by Chanel shades and my hair is laid slick beneath my Chanel scarf. I look cute. I’m listening to my new Wale CD when a track begins to play…I turn it up and listen to him spit some poetry then the girl starts singing what sounds like the story of my life.
Is it bad that I never made love, no I never did it
But I sure know how to f***
I’ll be your bad girl, I’ll prove it to you
I can’t promise that I’ll be good to you
Cause I had some issues, I won’t commit
No, not having it
But at least I can admit that I’ll be bad nooooo to you (to you)
Yeah I’ll be good in bed but I’ll be bad to you
Bad that I never made love, no I never did it
But I sure know how to f***
“What in the f***?” I turn the volume up and listen. I reached down and started the track over because I was feeling this s***. That was me, she was me, I was her; this is exactly what I felt. I didn’t know how to make love, I only knew how to f*** because until Damon, I’d only been f*****; so when he tries to make love I feel like I want to run. I turned the volume up more and pressed the gas. The road was wide open for me and I switched lanes and took the beach exit, leading me to Bal Harbor.
Once you hit the beach it seems that everything weighing on your mind blows away and mingles with smell of the sea salt in the air. I cruised down the causeway and blended in with the calm Bal Harbor traffic, I turned off and drove into the mall. I waited for the valet to open my door before I moved, when he did I swung my long legs out the car and planted my feet onto the pavement and stood.
“Thank you” I took the ticket and headed into the Shoppes. Hermes was my first stop I usually grabbed something from Damon from here because the men’s accessories were well made and always looked good on my husband. I grabbed him a new belt and cufflinks then I headed to Gucci and grabbed some things for myself. I only saw a new scarf and a pair of slides that I liked so I purchased them then headed over to Saks. I walked through the door and was greeted by a woman wielding a bottle of colon like an assault weapon. She prayed the colon on a swatch of paper and handed it to me.
“Your husband will love this, it’s the new one from Creed”. I smelled it and fell in love.
“I’ll take two of them” I told her then walked to the counter and purchased the colognes, one for Damon and one for Brian. The Wale song started to play in my head and I imagined how many women in this mall alone were here with no love in the heart. How many were here with their husband’s or their Sugar Daddy’s credit cards charging away the emptiness they felt in heart? How many of these women played the part of a loving wife just for security or for the fear of being alone? I didn’t know how many there were but whatever the number was I was among them.
I headed towards women’s shoes and spotted a pair of Giuseppe Zanotti’s that were calling my name from up the aisle. As I approached I noticed an elderly couple seated and the husband was holding his wife’s hand and kissing it. At first it looked like I stumbled onto a private and sweet moment until I noticed the concern on his face and the look of disorientation on hers. He was looking around for someone to signal, they were seated in chairs closer to the aisle and all of the attendants were assisting other customers. I rushed over and asked if he need help?
“Yes, please my wife is not feeling well, could you please call an ambulance for me” his voice was steady but concerned.
I reached into my purse and grabbed my cell and dialed 9-1-1.
The urgency on his face alarmed me and I felt the need to reach out and hold his hand but his hands were holding his wife’s. His attention was on her as she seemed to become even more distressed, he body was becoming limp as he tried to hold her up in her chair. His bottom lip was trembling with fear as he tried to comfort his wife. He kissed her on the forehead over and over and whispered to her.
“Hold on sweetheart, this nice lady has called an ambulance and they are on their way. Hold on” he told her and kissed her again. By then everyone in the area had made their way over to see if the woman was okay. I watched him the entire time, I watched how he remained calm though I know the fear he felt caused him to want to come undone. His face was heavy with concern and his breathing was labored from holding back his tears. The love he felt for his wife was evident actually love appeared to be an understatement, it seemed to be more, she was his life. It seemed that they were weaved into one another, best friends, life partner, each other’s everything. I’d never seen it before, pure love and care.
The ambulance arrived within minutes and the paramedics attended to her immediately. Her husband knew the answers to every question they needed to know, he gave the answers because she was unable to speak. They lifted her from her chair.
“Please be careful with my wife” the man asked humbly
The paramedics placed her onto the stretcher and buckled her down. One of the paramedics helped her husband up and escorted him towards the exit. I watched as he made his way best he could behind the hurried steps of the paramedics strolled his wife down the aisle and out the building. I just stood there even after everyone else started to disburse back to the areas and to what they were doing before. I never saw such love from a man to a woman displayed that way in my entire life. The old man seemed as if he’s die if his wife did. In that one encounter I could tell that she meant everything to him. She was the laughter in their home, she was the reason for his smile, for his pride. She was his love and his life and the thought of losing her scared him to trembling. He held onto her hand like it was his life source and when she was wheeled away there he went too. I still stood there. Wale’s song “BAD’ began playing in my head.
When attorney LaShawn Thomas walked through the door, her cool, calm demeanor and tailored deep gray Anne Klein suit screamed “Pitbull”. She whisked into the room with her briefcase, greeted Jasper then myself.
“I contacted Ms. Spacey’s attorney today and made it very clear that if his client chose to pursue pressing aggravated assault charges that we would in return file trespassing, solicitation for prostitution and stalking charges, plus a civil suit for emotional stress damages and psychological trauma. I made it clear that we are aware that she is an obsessed fan that hacked into the Miami Shark’s and this hotel’s computer system and discovered classified information about this organization and player’s itinerary. She premeditated a nude assault intended for Mr. Knox that may have escalated in the harm of his person and/ or welfare. I made it very clear that we are prepared to file these charges immediately as I landed. I’m awaiting his return call then we’ll move on this. After I’m done with her and her attorney, they both won’t be able to even apply at McDonald’s for a position on fries. Don’t worry, I got this.