DESTINYS CHALLENGE

DESTINY'S CHALLENGE Destiny issued her challenge since her nearly four year old marriage, was going nowhere. She had married Larry, out of high school, since Larry had big DREAMS, of going all-pro, in sports. Larry had even taken his high school to three, national titles. Destiny was sure that, with this as his launching pad, and Destiny, as his support, Larry could have become the next "Refrigerator" Perry. This is why Destiny had married him. She just HOPED that, once the two were married, he would stop rushing through sex, like it was an item, on a "to do" list. She could not understand why he had to "shove it in, get off, as FAST as possible, then whip it out. For two years, she had tried to be a good wife, yet she found that all Larry wanted was a cook, and housekeeper. That, and the fact that, when it was announced, just before graduation, that, for seniors, who wanted to graduate, a drug test would be required. Larry, and other, team, members would tell administrators "We just celebrated graduation. You cant test us, right now." The administrators had said "No test, no graduation." To make matters worse, the very recruiters, for whom the players had wanted to try out, were informed, by administrators, of the young mens condition. The state-wide all-stars would watch as the recruiters would walk away. Still, when Larry stated "I WILL make the nationals", a few team members had agreed. Now, while the men did continue to work-out, what Destiny, and other, women noticed, was that, once married, the men began to slacken off, on work-outs, saying "I need a job." Hoping to use high school status, the men applied for jobs, only to be told "Since you did not graduate, the best I can offer you is entry-level." For wives, like Destiny, this meant that a single time, every other night, turned into weekly. The men, in smaller groups, began considering other ways to break into sports. This while drinking more beer, and eating more snacks. Destiny just wondered how a work-out, where the liquid refreshment was beer, could help a man stay toned. By year number three, Destiny had seen, for herself, that Larry was picking up high school girls. It was no wonder that he did not "need" Destiny. It was during year number three, when Destiny began hearing about a man. A man who was working on his dreams, and working towards goals. While Destiny spotted me, her friend reminded her "Be careful. You are married, and he is not." Still, Destiny did not get the vibe of "I just want a night, with an ebony woman." Now, while I was not, in fact, muscular, Destiny noticed an "inner strength", which made her aroused, about what I had. Destiny might not have gone "All the way", except that some ivory women, in the group, of friends, began telling Destiny "Dont waste you time on that one. He is a homo." When Destiny asked "How do you know? Bad date?" The ivory women would say "NO way. I would never let that homo touch me. No way is he as man. Just look at those pants." Destiny did look at my pants, and she heard "potential" whispered, insided her mind. When an ivory woman would grab Destiny, saying "Dont you understand! He is NOT a man! He does NOT deserve a woman!" When Destiny said "Mind if I find out, for myself?" When the ivory women would say "You are wasting your time. He has NOTHING to give." This lead to the beginning of a wager. A wager in which the ebony women would ask the ivories "How much are you willing to wager that Destiny cannot get him UP?" Destiny listened as the wagers started at $100.00, then moved up, by two, or three, hundred, at a time. A woman took out a notebook, and began listing the womens names, and wager amounts. It was when the wagers reached $10,000, that Destiny would ask "Just to be clear, does the idea of "getting him UP" mean just getting him erect, or does it mean that I let him into my bed." While the ivories would say "Either one. He is NOT a man." It was the ebonies who stated "Lets make it more of a challenge. Destiny, our wagers say that you cannot get him in bed, and have sex with him, inside 24 hours." For Destiny, the question was "How do I get him into bed, without either seeming like a whore, or desperate?" This is when she had an idea. Since her husband would, never, say more about her mail, than that some was junk, and some was important, she had moved into seperate accomodations, when she could not take his daily use of profanity. This, much more than race, would be her "measuring rod", for deciding who her next man would be. Now, while I was just on my way home, from an appointment, Destiny asked me "Would you tell me what is important, in this mail." She even handed me a letter which APPEARRED to have a federal stamp on it. I locked up my bicycle, agreeing to review the mail. When we entered Destiny's place, I did not take much look at the decor. Her smile had my complete attention. When she removed her top, and bra, saying "I feel more comfortable, in this way." I removed my own top. When she saw my bulge, she smiled as she said "Better take those off, as well. Dont want an accident." It was when she saw mine that she removed her own bottoms. This is when I took a chance, drew her into my arms, and gave her a deep kiss, some attention to her beautiful breasts, and a deep kiss, to her womanhood. This is when Destiny recalled the scenes, of passion, from her novels. How long and deep the men kissed, how they carressed, etc. This is when Destiny would whisper "Easiest $10 grand I will ever make." What she liked, just as much, was how I read each piece of mail to her. Even the offers. When she offered me a deep kiss, for doing so much, I made a point of carressing her, as I deepened the kiss. When we made our way to the bedroom, Destiny continued to smile at mine. She even whispered "Welcome home", when I slipped it into her. She had enjoyed everything from the kiss, right through my necking, nursing her breats, and so on. While Destiny won the wager, in less than two hours, she was in no hurry to see me go. This is why we shared food, and relaxation, and I did not depart, until twenty hours after arriving. When Destiny reported in, to her friends, no one had to ask. It was written all over Destiny's face. When the ivories sarcastically said "It took you 20 hours to get him UP." The ebonies would ask, politely "How many times did you get him up?" Destiny would smile as she told how many times we had sex. "It was pure Heaven. This is why I have agreed to more dates." When the ivories got in Destiny's face, saying "You MUST be LYING. He is NOT a man." Destiny got right back in the womans face, saying "Unless you can prove this, to me, I stand by my decision." When the ivory would say "I would wager $50,000 that I cannot get him up, myself, within five minutes." This is when the ebonies would ask "How do you expect to get a man UP, in less than five minutes?" The ivory would say "A REAL man can." The ebonies just smiled. NO one took the wager. Later, Destiny almost KO'd the ivory, after Destiny found out that, once the ivory found me, she grabbed at mine, with such force that any man would jump back. The woman had told me "A REAL man would not have jumped back." When Destiny learned of the act, she told the ivory "You go near him, again, and promise you, you will regret it." Destiny and I became weekly lovers, than twice-weekly, for the next five weeks. Destiny realized that she had found her perfect man. Then came Larry. Him and his "You are MY wife." To which Destiny would laugh, saying "Funny you should mention that, since you have not shown it in years." When Larry tried to grab for Destiny, he was surprised when I stood in his way. That and the fact that, despite his body building, he was growing weaker. When Larry told me "I WILL get you, AND I am taking my wife back." This is when Destiny made us both an offer. "How about this. A contest. Once each month we get together, you each step on a scale, then I measure your solidity. The man, making the most progress, towards a healthy body, wins the month, with me." While I said "Fine by me." Larry offered a profane version of this. While Larry walked away, from this, Destiny would smile as she snuggled up to me. This while saying "I know your condition". True enough, Destiny had been watching my condition for five weeks. She watched as I exercised, daily, ate salads, and joined her in consuming steamed foods. She also knew that I had to be more cautious, in loving her, as my increasing strength made passion even more powerful. She did laugh, as I stated that I should increase my exercising. Destiny told me "Dont bother. You are in better shape than he will, ever, be." I am thinking that this was the truth since I noticed that his sagging belly, was even larger than my solid one was. I did have to ask Destiny if I were seeing things. This when, each month, he climbed on the scale, and it looked to me like his belly was sagging, more. Destiny promised that I was NOT seeing things. Especially when, starting the next month, Larry had to stand with his back, to the scale. His middle had grown enough that he could wrap it around the meter. Now, sure, even Destiny's friends admitted that Larry was doing more exercise. The difference was in our diets. While Larry was known to keep a six pack, beside him, while exercising, as well as eating triple cheese burgers, and super-size fries. Destiny watched as I kept ice water by my side, and ate, primarily, steamed burgers, and HUGE salads. I know it will sound ridiculous, but when I attended an auction, Destiny was concerned about my wagering on a beer cooler. The type which was plug-in. What Destiny did not believe, until she watched, as the fact that I had told her "Just because it is called a beer cooler, does not mean anything." Destiny watched as we filled the cooler with vegetables, making more room, in her "frig" for her stuff. Destiny laughed as she said "If my friends could see this." Her friends, however, were starting a new tradition. While ladies stayed more-or-less fit, it was the men who, like Larry, had increasing problems with standing. Larry might sweat, like a pig, during exercise, but his beer did nothing to help his muscle tone. When Larry complained that I was gaining weight, as well, Destiny stood before him, and with me watching, she poked her finger deep into his growing flab. When Larry would sy "Big deal. All men, my age, have this." Destiny would turn to me, telling Larry "Watch this". She could only push her finger about one eight of an inch, into my middle. For the next eight months, Larry got on the scale, and it reported his "progress". This while, as extra proof, of who was fittest, Destiny would place dumbells before us, and let us set the weight. While Destiny KNEW, from watching me, hopw much I could lift, she had to conceal her laughter when Larry tried to lift. When his case-worker had Larry sign up for a fitness test, Destiny agreed to go along. Larry promised "This way, you can see how good of shape I am in." While Larry huffed, and puffed, his way through the tests, Destiny, and the case-worker had a good idea of the diagnosis. When Larry asked the doctor "Fit as a fiddle, aint I." The doctor would say "Maybe if you were ninety-five. Sir, I would suggest that you lose about 150 pounds, cut down on fried foods, and try water, with your exercise." When Larry would walk out, on the exam, saying "I am going for something to eat." Destiny knew where he was going. Larry did laugh when my own worker would suggest a fitness test, for me. When I agreed, he was shocked, while Destiny smiled. For me, the fitness test was a breeze. I had no problem with any part of it. Destiny enjoyed hearing my fitness report, just as much as my case-worker did. The doctor would only remind the women "Remember, he is NOT twenty anymore. No matter how fit he is." Destiny also found it easy to get used to having me around. This since I only used profanity, when injured. That, and I took the time to seduce her, prior to sex. If Destiny was "annoyed" at anything, it was the times when I was called away, for meetings. While Larry had said "Stick with me (woman) and, when I make it big..." I was the opposite. I discussed plans, with Destiny, to find out how the public might react, but my plans were current. When I was called away, she KNEW it would be important. For Destiny, however, an un-expectedly difficult part would be in regards to her friends. The women who wanted more benefits, more job placement, more child care. More of everything. Once my name, and photo, became known, to the media, the women began asking Destiny to mention things to me. This is why Destiny bailed on the group. The time, when Destiny became politically active was the time when rumor held that grants, for repairs, were being held back, until President Biden signed off on drastic cuts, to public services. While Destiny knew that her mom could spread the news, Destiny had the idea of using the local church. As she promised the minister "No politics. I just want people to know what is rumor, and what is fact." Destiny thought "What harm can a single speaking engagement, at one church, do? After all, she was not campaigning." One speaking engagement lead to another, and soon, Destiny became my local voice. I made sure she knew that I appreciated her, especially in bed. Yes, Destiny did go through more than a few mattresses, and sheet sets, during our time, together. Still, I made her proud of having breasts, and of being a woman. For us, race did not matter. If it mattered to anyone, it was to Larry. The man was on an endless hunt for the perfect (woman). This is why no one said anything to Destiny, or I. Our love was a committed love. Shared by only two people. Lary had so many that no one could keep track. In a way-out attempt, to show Destiny that he was willing to take chances, Larry invited her over, to his place, to see his trophies. Plastic cups, and statues, made of auto parts. Stories, cut from local news. Destiny smiled, knowing how much this meant to him. This is why she did not have the heart to tell him "My man is helping the president, with national policy." Destiny had to laugh, though, when some one spread the rumor that the Democrats were eating caviar, and truffles, etc, while drinking imported wine, and champaign, during strategy sessions. This when she KNEW, from attending some meetings, that the main dishes were either donated, by shops, such as sub shops, or that we ordered in pizza, spaghetti, Garlic Bread, and soda. As for the rumor, of topless dancers, this gave Destiny a wild laugh, since she knew that, during our strategy sessions, the topic was "How to handle (this), or (that)." It ws during Mr. Bidens second year, in office, that Destiny's criminal record came to light. Yes, Destiny had a criminal record, for taking part in a convenience store robbery. Even she admitted it had been a dumb move, as her fellow theives had "cracked" the cash register, all for a lousy $100.00 in small bills. Destiny thought that she would be smarter, taking FOOD, instead of the cash. What she had thought was just a HOAX, was the fact that each item, in the store, had a red stripe. A stripe, which was deactivated, upon purchase. While the other criminals escaped, with their cash, Destiny found that, as she prepared to exit, the door locked, while a voice said "We are sorry. It appears that we forget to release the alarm system." Since Destiny had been an embarrasment, to policy makers, who INSISTED that food stamps were, already, over-budget, she was sentenced to five years, for "Attempted Theft". Since Destiny agreed to work in the prison office, yet never tried to escape, the warden petitioned the parole board, for early release, saying "I need beds, for real criminals." Destiny had served her parole, without incident. Despite this, many employers, and some lovers, would not touch her. It was on the same date that she activated her breasts for me, that she asked "What do you think?" I told her "I did not know you, then. I only know the beauty, who lies beside me, in this bed." Now, while I had been in the habit of checking my wallet, at regular intervals, I had told Destiny about how I LOST a card. This is why I was, always checking. The few times when I did not find my card, in my wallet, and said Dunkoph!", Destiny had reminded me "Check your pocket. Remember at that last store. The rush." I kissed her, and whispered "I love you". Now, while there had been rumor that Destiny's "mother" was part of a coffee clatch, Destiny learned the truth, when invited to join. Coffee may have been on the menu but it was not all there was. While the women did discuss home, and family, they also discussed national issues, as well. Destiny was just happy not to be around so many boozers. Destiny just watched, from a distance, as men, from her own, high school class, went from leveraging themselves out of chairs, to having women assist them. This, as mens bellies got just as big, then bigger, than her own fathers was. Destiny laughed, quietly, as she watched as two men, who had been all-pro, in high school, were being fit for wheelchairs. Destiny's mistake had been agreeing to her parents request, to meet me. Destiny had told them "He's just a friend. Not the man I will marry." Still, when her father saw me, and asked I told him what his doctor did. "A person is never too old to loose weight." While the man lost 150 pounds, what annoyed Destiny was his asking "Why dont you marry this guy?" Destiny knew what she wanted, and I was just between then, and now. When Larry gained enough weight, his legs gave out, just as his doctor predicted. The doctor had warned "Either take off the weight, or get measured for a coffin. Heart Failure is the next step." Now, as his case-worker would say "I can place you on a forced diet, but what good would that do? Once finished, you will just gain the weight back." Larry would say "I will diet when I am ready". As for myself, I got switched, three times, to new doctors. This since my previous doctors kept shoving more pills at me. They kept saying "This is to ensure your safety." I kept myself at 12 meds. Even I know that no one lives forever. I must admit that the more of the delivery food, that I ate, the more I appreciate Destiny. Her cooking just kept improving. As for her bedroom "performance", I could not ask for better. I, still, remember the last time that Larry said "I will start dieting, when I am ready." This came two weeks before his heart gave out. The reason why Destiny was notified was because Larry had not yet removed her from Emergency Contact. This is why, in the middle of the night, Destiny received the call. I had placed Destiny as my contact as well. This is why we would be told "He passed, in his sleep. His heart just gave out." When we left the morgue, Destiny told me "Dont you DARE even consider doing that to me." Since Larry had no one, not even family, he would go into a paupers grave. Only Destiny, myself, and the minister, would be present. I cannot help but find it hilarious that Larry, at half my age, had gone to the grave, before me. Of course, with my family's medical history, doctors could not understand why I had not had a heart attack, years ago. I was told that, like the San Andreas Fault, it was just a matter of time, before I had one. My thought was "Who cares?" I will live as long as I live. Besides, I was serving my country. Destiny just go used to be priviledges, of being the "woman, behind the man". She kept me healthy, and I kept her in the "right circles". Where it would, eventually, lead is anyones guess.