Page 17 - The Case of the Wandering Husband FLIPBOOK

to fuck her, but not be seen with her. Fannie was pretty. She knew that, but her weight
threw off most of the guys she wanted.
The fact they all wanted her gave Fannie the confidence to say no. She wasn’t some
floozy they could fuck then ignore in the hallways. If they wanted her, they had to
date her. Show her off. Let the world know they were out with Fannie Mae Bergstrom,
sexual athlete extraordinaire.

The other thing Fannie insisted on was she decided when and how they had sex. An
interesting roadblock to most of the boys she wanted in high school. They thought it
was all about them. That girls should be grateful they let them have some of their
penis.
The boys who didn’t think like that were too awkward for Fannie. Which is why she
started dating the older boys. She gave up on high school pricks and moved onto
twenty somethings when she was sixteen. A move which prompted her mother to
ground her time and again.
Drake stopped. As did his entire entourage. Why Cherry believed this man could
disappear for days at a time boggled Fannie’s mind. Drake didn’t make a move that
wasn’t accompanied by at least five others.

Most of his entourage were old school friends but there were hangers-on. People who
hover around celebrities like parasites. Yet, the celebs let them. The relationship was
parasitic both ways. A succubus and a succubi.

A chill ran up Fannie’s back. Goosebumps appeared on her arm. Drake was sniffing
the air. A breeze had come up from behind Fannie which made her upwind of the
man. He had her scent. How was that possible?
She tried to move behind one of the fans only to find Drake was staring right into
her eyes. Eyes which knew he’d smelled her the other day in D.C. Eyes which were
steely blue and somehow not human. Who, or what exactly, was Drake Lords that he
could sniff her out by the smell of her astral self?

Yet, he didn’t know it was her. Drake looked at Fannie and discounted her
immediately. Moved onto the others following. Began to walk towards them when
one of his entourage handed him a phone.
Fannie used the distraction to make her escape. She also used it to make her way to
Drakes’ little love nest not far from the beach. A love nest Fannie was certain Cherry
had no idea about.
Cherry paid her to watch Drake for thirty days. It had been ten days now and Fannie
had learned so much about the man everyone wanted. One of the first surprises she
learned was Drake had an apartment in Huntington Beach he used for private parties.
Not even his entourage was a part of these parties. Parties involving several young
men as naked as they could get.