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		The Meeting of Sophia Berry


	He thought about Miss Sophia's arrival in two weeks. Miss Sophia Berry, he heard, was a little younger than Aunt Clara. That wasn't all he heard. He also heard she was in the same business as his Aunt Clara. Such ideas were arousing to him as his imagination would run away with thoughts of gangsters and smoky "cat houses" in the back alleys of New York City.


	"Jack!" The voice of his aunt cut through his thoughts, bringing him back to the moment. "Come meet my dear friend, Sophia."

"Sophia, this is Jack, my dear nephew." Clara said, causing her arm to unfold in a gesture of presentation. "Jack, this is Miss Berry."

As she turned, removing her hat with a twirling motion, he stood motionless as if mesmerized. She smiled and extended her arms wide toward him.

      He could smell her perfume. She was tall for a woman; tall and slender. He liked the way she felt against him and thought what it might be like to return her embrace and kiss her like he had kissed Penny a few nights before.
     "I didn't tell you how handsome he was for good reason," Clara said, laughing as she helped Sophia off with her coat.
       "Tell me, Jack", asked Sophia, "just how old are you, now?"
       "Eighteen! Well, almost eighteen years old." He replied. "And, you . . ."


	"Good Lord, Jack!"screamed his aunt. Jack looked embarrassed. He hadn't thought, he just responded. Her beauty had dazzled him, numbing his brain, he thought.


	Jack smiled. He loved the softness of her voice. He really liked this lady. She made him feel older and more mature. He liked the way she laughed and the youthful way she moved. She was older than Penelope, but somehow she seemed younger and much prettier.


	Esculating Moments For Jack & Sophia


	As he looked about, he noticed Sophia standing near a window. The brightening glow from her cigarette caught his eye. The curtains were moving from the morning breeze as he sat up in bed. "Are you okay?" Jack's voice was filled with concern. "And how are you doing, Jackie"? Sophia showed her own concerns.


	Jack Introduces Sophia To "The Big Easy"


	Jack & Sophia visit Mama Goldies & Uncle Cotton


The taxi rattled along the stretch of miles over the rough New Orleans streets from the airport to the Bourbon Orleans Hotel. Jack was home once again and felt the excitement. As they rode down Canal Street the taller buildings over-shadowed the street and looked down upon an assortment of people; businessmen in their white shirts and linen suits, shoppers and derelicts. The afternoon sun supported a typical warm Big Easy day. The pace seemed lazy for some, and brisk for others. The warm air brushed Jack & Sophia's faces from the rolled down windows of the taxi.

	As they turned onto Bourbon Street, Sophia was fascinated by the seediness and the hustle as she heard the sounds of Dixieland bands and blues that could be heard on the streets from the open doors of bars and cafes and the back alleys."Wow!", exclaimed Jack. "Just like I left it. Listen to it! That's life screaming, 'Hello, Jack and Sophie, welcome to New Orleans'."

			Mama Goldie Meets Sophia

		"Mercy me!", exclaimed a large lady with a plump round face, big dark lips and broad nose. "Little Jackie Dupree. Bless my heart, boy." She gave him a big hug, "And who is this beautiful lady, darlin?" She stood back as she looked Sophia over.


	The night was cooler, but the humidity hung like a wet towel against clothes and skin. The stench from the beer soaked sidewalks and trashy gutters were an assault on one's nostrils. The store fronts, bars, and shabby shops announced with their blinking hypnotic lights in some bawdy presentation that was so typical yet not unlike a carnival sideshow.

		"Mama Goldies is just another block, honey. You can see the glow from here. See?" Jack grew more excited now and quickened the pace. "I can't wait for you to meet Uncle Cotton. You'll love him." Sophia also looked forward to the meeting, but sure wished it was in a better neighborhood. She did not harbor prejudice against colored people, but she did fear bad neighborhoods - white or colored.


	Sophia And Jack Cross The Line

      "Room for two", she softly asked? "I was afraid you would use up all the hot water." A smile curved her small lips as she looked Jack over.
      Regaining his composure, Jack smiled a broad grin while stepping to one side, inviting her in with a sweeping motion of his arm. Sophia stepped into the shower, her back to the shower head .as the water splashed onto her body, over her shoulders, a glistening stream running down and across her breasts. He pulled her close. They kissed as their bodies pressed against each other. At first a series of small kisses, then much longer, with more passion. Slowly they lathered each other everywhere. They were in the shower so long that the water began getting cool so they slowly rinsed off and left the shower, toweling each other dry.
      Neither spoke, but simply moved to one of the two beds and climbed under the sheets. They continued to hold each other in a loose embrace. Silently they kissed as Sophia held him in a firm embrace, drawing her fingers lightly across his skin. Jack rolled onto his back, pulling Sophia gently, but firmly on top and she sat up and looked down upon his youthful face. Jack looked up at her and then their eyes locked, their gaze expressionless. Jack closed his eyes against all but the ecstacy he was feeling as they gently moved together in some smooth synchronization for what seemed like the longest time. Soon, they rolled onto their side and then Sophia lay on her back, still joined with Jack in their embrace - he on top. In the moments that followed each knew they had reached a new level of intimacy. This was a bitter/sweet realization in their relationship. Both seemed to know they crossed that line; a boundary where seriousness fell upon their lives.
      Hours went by as they slept, holding each other. It wasn't until the sun crept through the window and bathed them in sunlight that they stirred awake. As Jack opened his eyes he looked straight into Sophia's eyes as she lay beside him, just staring. For the next several minutes they just looked at each other with a seeming understanding that things had changed.


	As Time Goes By Jack Explains Sally And His Child To Sophia

Sophia accepted this information almost without question. "So you really never had the experience of being a father, did you, Jack? Do you have any regrets?" "I don't think so. I was scared to death when Sally told me she was pregnant and I was the father. I also was very much relieved when she told me I would not have the burden of such a responsibility at fourteen. I do think about my daughter and wonder how she is. Sometimes I think I feel some guilt." "Sally did what she felt was best for her and the child. It was the best thing for you too. Jack, honey, dropping the watermelon seed and then not watching it grow does not make you a father. Under the circumstances I would just relegate your feelings to curiosity; bless them wherever they are and set it aside. For what it's worth, I would not tell your aunt." He agreed.

		A Serious Arguement

Jack looked a bit fore-lorn. "I want to tell her the truth. I want to go there as a couple." His voice was firm.
Sophia stood up and walked briskly across the room, then turned to Jack, placing her hands firmly on her hips. "Your aunt will hate me Jack. She will hold me responsible and hate me."
"But she adores you, Sophia."
"You forget, sweetie, I am in the same business and she will not accept a hooker as her beloved nephew's lady. Don't you see, Jack, don't you see what she wants for you in this life? She loves you dearly."
Jack thought for a moment. "I have it, Soph. Maybe she would accept us just as lovers. You know, if she didn't think we were serious and just playing around maybe she would just figure I was just sowing some wild oats."
"What! Let my best friend just think I was her dear nephew's whore. Your fuck of the week?. You ass!. You get to have your piece under your aunt's nose and I lose a friend." Sophia stormed out of the room while Jack stood motionless. A moment later he heard the front door slam.
Jack knew he made a stupid mistake. Not just a mistake, but one that hurt his dear Sophia very much. He wanted to run after her, to hold her and tell her how sorry he was for making such a stupid statement. He couldn't move. He felt the tears and slowly began to realize how hurt he was that he had hurt her. Jesus, he thought, the worst part about all this is that what I proposed was all for me. Everyone else loses just so I can have my cake and eat it, too. He just sat on the couch, holding his head in his hands.
Time seemed to move by un-noticed as Jack now laid down and fell asleep. It was an uneasy sleep, full of thoughts. It was three hours later when he heard the front door close and he sat up. The room was a dusty grey in the dim light of evening. His eyes drifted to the archway where he saw the figure of Sophia silhouetted against the hallway. He gathered enough composure to get up and move to her. He looked into her wet dark eyes, adorning a look of hurtfulness. He moved quickly to her and threw his arms around her, hugging her tightly.
"I am so sorry, Soph. You're right I am a stupid, selfish ass. I promise I will never say or do anything again that will hurt you."
"Jack I accept your apology, but . . . " Sophia paused, "I want you to know that I gave serious thought to our relationship while walking around town." Sophia slowly walked across the room.


					Tip Toeing in The Night - A Secret Exposed

		John stayed in his old room, while Sophia had the guest room. The memories came like bursts in the night. The night that Penny hid in his room and they made love. The night in the closet at Aunt Clara's bawdy house and the concert he gave to the prostitutes and staff. As he fell asleep against the night sounds of spring his last thoughts were of his first meeting with Sophia on that Easter Holiday two years before and the evening he played for her downstairs. For a fleeting moment he pondered Sally and his daughter, Laura Beth. She would be almost 5 years old now. With this thought, sleep closed over him as he heard Aunt Clara's grandfather clock chime midnight. It was after 4:30 in the morning when he felt the presence of a warm body snuggle next to him under the covers. Visions of Sally, Penny and even Sophia flashed through his mind. "Was this a dream", he thought. He quickly turned and snapped on the light next to the bed. There, next to him was Sophia, sleeping like a baby. He snapped off the light after checking the time. As he kissed her lips ever so gently, he wondered how long she had been there. He caressed her and snuggled his face next to hers. "And she was the cautious one," he mused. As the dawn crept through the window, a startled Sophia started getting out of bed. John slid his arm around her slim waist and gently pulled her to him. "Good morning you beautiful hunk of womanhood", John quietly whispered. They seemed to melt together. "Your aunt, Jackie", spoke Sophia, a note of alarm in her thin voice. "Shhh!" As he placed a finger to her moist lips. "For calling me ¥Jackie' you will need to do penitence little girl." Without another word he pulled her on top, feeling her nakedness beneath her night shirt. She kissed him, letting her tongue slide between his lips. What was a short encounter was nonetheless a powerful one. Both seemed to forget where they were, nor did they seem to care. They continued to hold each other tightly, showering one another with soft kisses. "Oh my God, I could lay here all day." He hugged her tightly. "I love you baby but I guess we better sneak you back to your room. Okay Soph?" "I'm on my way, sweetie. Soph, I like that! You called me that at your recital. You need to call me that more often." He watched her as she quietly crept from his room. He stopped holding his breath when he heard nothing else and relaxed.

			A Young Sophia Berry Reflects on How Her Career Began While Still In College

After drinking most of the second bottle she felt sleepy; sort of out of control. Next, she felt groping and knew she was being "felt up". One of them was now exposed and placed his penis in her hand. She felt her panties being pulled off, but somehow felt powerless to stop them. That was the last she remembered.

	When she awoke the next day, dawn was just beginning to creep across the fields and she was quite groggy. She was in a field. After struggling to sit up, leaning against a tree, she felt the nausea start and her stomach felt like it was on fire. She was naked, with her clothing scattered about nearby on the grass.

				When Opportunity Knocked - The Next Plateau

      "Do you want to make some really good money?" Vivian asked.
       Sophia looked at Vivian with more fear now then curiosity.
       After a pause, Vivian explained to Sophia that a good looking girl like her could pick up good money in her spare time.


	"Prostitution?" Sophia remembered exclaiming to Vivian. "Prostitution is a crime! Worse, it means lying down with every ugly, sick bastard out there. No thanks."

		Vivian Explains The Service

"You meet this guy who steals a little time from work in the afternoon. He is more afraid of his boss finding out, not to mention the little lady if something goes wrong, so no rough stuff. You spend an hour with him at his expense in some room and give him no more than you would your own husband or boyfriend. You are really in control so you don't give him anything you don't want to. The money is good and tax free. Of course you give a percentage to the book. You know, the procurer "


	"Is that like a pimp?" Sophia recalled asking. "In a way, but they don't own you. You still have a life, which you try not to share." Sophia asked, "So you do this?" "Tricks, honey. We call them tricks. Look, I have told you all I intend to tell you unless you're in. Think about it, but remember - mums the word. This has to remain a secret."


		Problems at Juilliard - Sophia Shows Another Side

	Sophia, now charged with anger, reached into his trousers and cupped his scrotum with her hand, squeezing gently, but firmly as she stared right into his eyes. "What are you doing?" He asked, wincing, a look of anguish on his face. "That hurts! Do you hear me?" "Now that I have your attention, my good Dr. Johnson, you listen to me and you listen good." Sophia released her grip, keeping just enough pressure as a reminder that she was holding all the cards. "First, you will see that John passes this year and that he stays in school. Next, you will resign when this term is over." "You're out of your mind!" Dr. Johnson growled, but not so loud to cause alarm. "You stupid bitch, do you really think squeezing my balls will make what you want come true?"

As he looked up into her cold piercing eyes, Sophia calmly said, "Just so you'll know, you prick, my first plan was to have you killed. You're getting off easy." She watched as the horror in his face grew. Maybe it was the tone of her voice, but Dr. Johnson seemed to believe her. "The next move is yours." As she spoke, she started to walk away. "Oh, yes, and you can pay the tab."
She walked out of the bar and felt the refreshing breeze that brought a smile to her lips. She murmured, "Did he say I looked like an Angel?"


	*This is a woman you won't soon forget. Intelligent, resourceful, beautiful and sexy, Sophia could be any man's dream - or nightmare!*


	The Virtuoso © Naples, FL 2011


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