A Chance Visit

It was the first visit to Chicago for you and your wife, Edith. You didn't care for the same foods, so she was out to get a good pastrami sandwich, and you wanted to try a popular soul food place, D's Soul Food.

You got there right at the opening time. You found a high top, and the front of house manager came to take your order. She had a big thick ass, a heavy belly that looked like it was bearing twins, and heavy, fake tits. You looked higher, to see tight cornrows, and the face --

"Carrie?" You asked dumbfounded. She dropped her order book.

"Junior?" She asked, leaning over to hug you tight. "Oh my God, I've missed you so much! What are you doing here?"

"I was hungry ..." you said lamely. "What are you doing here?"

"I work here with my husband," she said. Your heart sank a little. You'd tried to find her after she left New Mexico, unsuccessfully. But you'd never excised her from your heart.

"Oh. How did you and he meet?"

"Umm..." she usually lied at this question. But you deserved the truth. "He was my prison cellmate for almost a decade. He's transgendered." You blinked hard at that news. "Here, c'mon, I'll show you." She grabbed your hand, leading you to the ladies' room. She unzipped her pants, showing her ass. Ghetto ass, marked with the tattoos that her pimp had gotten her.

"I've been pimped, Junior. Sold to men for sex. I was a **** mule. I was a **** addict. But I'm clean now, thanks to Derrick." She pulled her pants back up. That was the most ass you'd seen since your wedding night.

"Well, you seem to be happy, Carrie."

"Oh, I am," she said, giving you a beaming smile that reminded you of the good old days. Before she'd made that promise.