I was lost in Marcus' love making. We ignored the cops.

"Don't stop, Jonathan," I moaned, imagining Marcus was my husband.

And he allowed it. He asked me to do that. I appreciated the selfless way he handled my sweaty body.

I could take his long strokes all night long. I wanted it all night long, fall asleep deep inside me.

"Tell daddy one more time that this is Jonathan's nectar, baby."

Marcus was in a trance tapping such a deliciously juicy piece of high quality ass.

He ignored the police and the lights shining through the windows.

Marcus pleasured me, right beside Bob's dead body.

I was staring in Bob's lifeless eyes, lost in pleasure.

After I came again, falling beside Bob's flesh, Marcus flushed the rubber and fixed himself up.

Marcus was arrested once SWAT kicked in the front door and was taken downtown.

I was in orgasmic bliss, strapped to a stretcher, on the back of an ambulance.

Marcus yelled that he shot Bob in self-defense.

He was held without bond until his trial date was set.

There were vicious reports that Marcus violated Harry Waters, and shot Bob Grimes in cold blood.

Marcus Johnson's rap sheet was publicized and his character was ripped to shreds.

Going through intake, Marcus was a real G, keeping his head high, despite news reports.

He fought four niggahs that tried to ambush him and take his ass with no lube.

He beat them unconscious and slid back into line movement like nothing ever happened.

A few days later, on a sunny Monday morning, Marcus Johnson was at the Downtown courthouse with his lawyer, Charles, at 9:30 am in a jumpsuit.

The first step in a criminal case is a court appearance called an arraignment, his lawyer told him. Well no shit, Marcus thought grimly.

Charges against Marcus was going to be read before a judge. Since Marcus had a lawyer, one wasn't going to be appointed for him.

Bail may also be set. I had my fingers crossed...

I attended inconspicuously. He plead not guilty to murder in the first degree.

I hated to see such a promising brotha get put back in the system, protecting my honor.

When he saw me, sitting in the back of the courtroom, he had an instant hard on behind his jump suit.

"A preliminary hearing is set for three weeks. March 15th," said a wimpy looking Caucasian judge.

Marcus was denied bail. Broke my heart in two. He was deemed a flight risk.

The judge banged the gavel.

Marcus kissed at me then winked his right eye with a smile on his face. His eyes sparkled when I smiled back. I promised to be there for him all the way to the end.

He whispered something to Charles...

After a few minutes Marcus, in chains, was led out of the courtroom.

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I was going to stand by his side and make sure he knew just how much I was in love with him.

I gasped, thrown. I was in love with Marcus Johnson.

No, I couldn't have that. I had to do something to destroy it. My husband has my heart. That wasn't true.

Lou has my heart. And he died with it still in his possession. Forever.

But looking deep in Marcus' eyes, I was about to dive deep in retrospection and retrieve my heart from Lou so I could give it to Marcus.

No, I was talking crazy.

But I couldn't take Marcus off my mind. My undies stuck to my ass, remembering when he made love to me the night he rid me of Bob Grimes, forever.

If only he'd taken my advice and buried him.

But then again, I wouldn't have helped bury him anyway.

I wasn't expecting a visit from Marcus attorney, Charles...but I welcomed him into my home. I apologized for lack of seating arrangements or furniture, but he asked me about the night Bob was killed.

I told him everything, omitting the memory of Marcus making love to me.

That wasn't his business.

"So Marcus never deflowered you."

"You deflower a virgin female, dude. Did Marcus rape me, no he didn't. Bob did. He broke into my home while I slept and started brutally choking me, violating my body, trying to kill me because I wasn't over him killing my husband."

"Depending on the outcome of the preliminary hearing, would you be willing to testify in court if Marcus goes on trial?"

"Of course I will. Marcus never violated me. He killed Bob for trying to kill me. I thank him for saving my life."

"Good stuff. But I must warn you. Is there anything you're not telling me about you and Marcus Johnson?"

"I've told you everything."

"Okay, because the DA is a cut throat bitch. And she plays no games or leaves no corner uncovered."

"I'm not worried about her."

"Over the next few weeks I'll be preparing you for Marcus Johnson's murder trial. Speak to no one about the case. No one."