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    Ferrelli's Restaurant, Love Never Comes Around A Third Time
    Ferrelli's Restaurant, Love Never Comes Around A Third Time
    Ferrelli's Restaurant, Love Never Comes Around A Third Time
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    Ferrelli's Restaurant, Love Never Comes Around A Third Time

    By B.L Wilson

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    It’s been three years since the main characters from Two Moons Bakery (TMB) met and fell in love or broke up. This story follows secondary characters first introduced in Two Moons Bakery, Sweet Sarah’s Bluez, and Forever Woman, chronicling how they converge or diverge at another central meeting place known as Ferrelli’s Restaurant. The restaurant is owned by Maria Ferrelli, a single widowed lesbian who is trying to keep her struggling family restaurant afloat.
    Dr. Leah Williams (SWEET SARAH’S BLUEZ) is 45-year-old English professor who has been unlucky in love and is dissatisfied in her career. She is in therapy, but is uncooperative and resistant, which may jeopardize her job at Metro U.
    Maria Ferrelli (FOREVER WOMAN) is 47-year old owner of a small Italian restaurant downtown in NoHo. She has a staff full of misfits who are also related to her through blood or marriage. Her restaurant was the talk of the town when it opened years ago, but now seems to be losing money.
    Can the two women overcome their rocky first meeting to explore common interests and a mutual attraction at Ferrelli’s Restaurant?

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherB.L Wilson
    Release dateNov 2, 2017
    ISBN9781370837687
    Ferrelli's Restaurant, Love Never Comes Around A Third Time
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    B.L Wilson

    B.L. has always been in love with books and the words in them. She never thought she could create something with the words she knew. When she read ‘To Kill A Mocking Bird,’ she realized everyday experiences could be written about in a powerful, memorable way. She wasn’t quite sure what to do with that knowledge so she kept on reading.Walter Mosley’s short stories about Easy Rawlins and his friends encouraged BL to start writing in earnest. She felt she had a story to tell...maybe several of them. She’d always kept a diary of some sort, scraps of paper, pocketsize, notepads, blank backs of agency forms, or in the margins of books. It was her habit to make these little notes to herself. She thought someday she’d make them into a book.She wrote a workplace memoir based on the people she met during her 20 years as a property manager of city-owned buildings. Writing the memoir, led her to consider writing books that were not job-related. Once again, she did...producing romance novels with African American lesbians as main characters. She wrote the novels because she couldn’t find stories that matched who she wanted to read about ...over forty, African American and female.

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      Ferrelli's Restaurant, Love Never Comes Around A Third Time - B.L Wilson

      ONE: Leah’s got problems

      Vivian Johnson was worried about her friend. She’d just hung up from an hour-long conversation. It was the fourth one this week from Professor Leah Williams. She pushed the bedcovers away, then slipped off the bed to pace around the spacious bedroom she shared with her lover. The sheer nightie she wore barely kept her warm, but tonight it didn’t matter. She wasn’t feeling anything but fear for her friend’s life. What if she takes those pills with a bottle of that imported scotch she loves? she muttered, rubbing her temples.

      Pat Davis could read the concern written all over her woman’s face. She could hear it in the ready-to-cry hoarseness of her voice. Lover, come back to bed, she remarked, patting the empty space her wife left in the comfortable king-size bed. This was supposed to be a special night for them. It was twelve years ago tonight since they’d first met and nine years since they’d married. She was still amazed that Vivian said yes.

      She studied her woman silently as she padded around the room in the sheer nightie they’d bought last week to celebrate tonight. Vivian still looked so good. The twelve years they’d known and loved each other melted in front of her eyes. It felt like today was the first day they’d met. Her eyes travelled up and then slowly down her lover’s nearly naked shapely body as she glowed in the fading moonlight. C’mere, Viv, I want to show you something, she remarked, flipping back the bedlinen on her side. She’d stripped down to the silk boxers and a thin silk undershirt, an anniversary gift from Vivian. She sighed, watching Vivian ignore her to continue muttering and pacing.

      I feel so goddamned helpless, Patty. I think Leah should see her therapist more often. I could speak with her bosses and get her workload lightened. She rubbed her chin. No, Leah would hate me for interfering like that. She needs to quit that damned job! She shook her head in disagreement. No, no, that won’t work. Leah needs a purpose, something to make her see life is worth staying around for. It doesn’t have to be for a lover either. She has to do it for herself and believe she matters in this life.

      Pat quietly slipped behind her wife when she’d stopped pacing to study the pale fading moon that was trying to slide behind the night’s clouds. She surrounded Vivian with her strong arms and her warm, solid body, trying to provide protection against all the evils of the world. Baby, she’s going through a tough time, but she has to figure out her shit on her own this time.

      Yes, I know. But you don’t understand… Vivian turned around quickly, ready to confront her lover. One look in friendly dark eyes filling with love and desire and she was lost. She sighed, then reached up to run a gentle finger across dark cranberry lips, enjoying their softness before they lowered to kiss her. She ended up giggling when Patty pulled her close and kneaded her hips like so much clay in an artist’s hands. O-o-o Lord, that tickles.

      She loved it when Patty played with her ass cheeks, smacking them until they reddened, then soothing the heated hand impressions away with licks, sucks, and nibbles. She groaned when Patty whispered into the nearest ear, then sucked on an earlobe. Let me show you exactly how understanding I can be tonight, my love. Then Patty stuck a wandering finger in her core while another one caressed her rectum. Her first climax of this special night occurred within seconds. She couldn’t control the howling that ensued until Patty plugged her screams of delight with a plunging tongue. She felt so full. Three cavities filled with desire and so much heat. She was such a lucky woman tonight. Correction, not just tonight; she was damned lucky to have Patty in her life period. That was her last rational thought of the night, just as it should be on an anniversary.

      The next morning, Pat woke up first. She looked at Vivian’s casual sprawl. She’d fallen asleep across her thighs with her naked ass in the air. She grinned. She never could resist Vivian’s naughty sleeping poses. When the Land of Nod hit her wife, she fell asleep no matter what she was doing. She could easily run out of fingers and toes trying to count the numerous of times she’d awakened aroused because Vivian had fallen asleep eating her puss or sucking on a tit or with magical fingers poking her ass. She reached down to fondle Vivian’s hips. Then she nibbled an ass cheek, making Vivian roll over and present her front as she stretched out against her wife’s muscular thighs.

      Hmm, I love how you awaken me in the morning. Was last night as good for you as it was for me? Twinkling brown eyes studied the love of her life.

      Pat stretched a hand down to play with a soft, dark-colored nipple. She liked the contrast between Vivian’s Three Musketeers chocolate skin tone and her own darker Dutch chocolate. If I never get off, I don’t care, lover, as long as I can make you climax.

      Vivian knew a challenge when she heard one. She suddenly sat up, twisted her body around, then scooted closer to the target between Pat’s legs. Oh really! She kissed and nibbled her way down a sturdy right leg and back up her left leg. She waited for a moment, watching her wife’s sensual distress. Her thigh muscles twitched and throbbed before she moaned loudly, announcing her readiness.

      You always know what to do to me, don’t you, Vivian Johnson? Pat thought but didn’t express.

      Minutes later, Vivian felt Patty’s large hand spread across the back of her head, then press her face gently into her raging puss. Oh, Viv, you make me so crazy. You break through all my bullshit and screw me, just screw me. Patty scooted her pelvis against a clever wiggling, squirming snake. Up, then down, and back up. In and out. Back, then forth. She couldn’t seem to stop her body from shuddering and vibrating against Vivian’s cultured tongue as it burrowed deeper until she saw stars. When she opened her eyes again, she noted the smug smile crossing Vivian’s glistening lips. She chuckled. Okay, okay, you know how to make me climax. Yes, I like it when you eat me.

      Humph, that’s better, Patricia Davis.

      Only my mother calls me that, Pat remarked, lying back against the headboard with one hand behind her head. She watched Vivian rise and stroll around the room, picking up the clothes they’d tossed all over the room.

      I was thinking about our friend Leah again.

      Okay. Pat nodded for Vivian to continue.

      Would you be amenable to me inviting her to dinner tonight in the Village?

      Pat frowned, then poked her lower lip out in an exaggerated pout. I thought we were going to cook dinner together tonight. I was closing up early because you were leaving work early too. She studied Vivian’s nervous face, then patted the empty space next to her on the bed. She watched Vivian dump the clothes in one of the comfortable chairs next to the bed, then slowly climb into the bed and snuggle against her. I think you think that I think you sexed me so I’d agree to this, huh?

      What did you just say?

      You know exactly what I meant. Don’t pretend you don’t understand. Pat chuckled, then leaned over to suckle a soft nipple until it grew hard and tiny. She grinned at its hardness, then ran a fingertip across its pebbly surface. Her smile widened when Vivian closed her eyes and moaned loudly. You of all people should know how I’ll fuss and pout, but in the end, I’ll agree with you.

      Don’t forget sulking…you sulk too.

      Pat nodded, then used her tongue tip to play with the tiny bud. She stopped for a moment and Vivian opened dazed eyes to question why. Take the day off with me.

      I see I’m not the only one who knows how to seduce a woman to get her way. Vivian stopped speaking to feel her lover’s tender, loving touches.

      After turning her cell phone off for the night, Dr. Leah Thompson walked over to the mirror in her bathroom. She saw what she always saw each dreary, lonely day she continued to breathe air. A middle-aged, light-skinned Black woman of average height and who was losing weight too quickly because all food was tasteless. Her hazel eyes no longer sparkled. Her skin looked blotchy and her eye sockets sank in, surrounded by dark circles. She had nobody in her life…no dog, no cat, no fish, and certainly no woman. Her vengeful attitude and mean mouth had seen to the no woman part. As for animals, she barely fed herself. How could she expect to feed another living creature let alone take responsibility for its well-being? She could answer that question right now. She couldn’t take responsibility for anything. She wouldn’t dare subject any creature to her care.

      The most caregiving she could manage were the damned plants on her window ledge. She still didn’t know why she’d bought them. She was shopping for the groceries she didn’t feel like eating most days, when she spotted them. They looked so pretty and green. A couple had purple and red stuff on them. Both colors were particular favorites of hers, so she bought them. She smiled, remembering how surprised she was when they managed to survive under her care. She added several tomato plants to her growing window garden. They seemed to flourish under her care too, but they were plants. If and when they died from lack of care, she could dump them in the trash and move on. Pets and people were different … oh, very different, as she was learning every day.

      She went to work at the university every single day. Even the days she had to face her biggest fears and admit them to others in her evening therapy group, she still went to work. She sighed. Work? That was a laugh now. If she had the energy, she’d join in the laughter, but she felt so drained. All the time now, she was tired… so tired. Patty said she should try jogging around the university’s track. She tried it for a week. Too many people, students and co-workers, looked at her strangely. They wanted to talk to her about things she wasn’t interested in discussing and hadn’t been for some time. She felt out of place in the old-fashioned baggy sweats she wore to hide her weight loss.

      After that horrid week, she lied and told her therapy group jogging made her feet hurt too much so she stopped doing it. One them, Betty or Barbie, Bobby something who was annoyingly perky, suggested yoga classes. She sighed. That was another nightmare waiting to happen. She frowned at her reflection in the mirror. No, that particular nightmare actually happened. Somehow, she managed to live through the embarrassing freak out. She had no idea yoga instructors helped their students with their poses. How stupid of her. She thought the instructor simply led with poses while the class imitated what they saw the instructor do until they’d achieved the appropriate positions.

      The female instructor and her male associate led the class in simple warmups that she was familiar with and could actually perform. That part lasted ten minutes, then the instructors walked around the room calling out the yoga positions. She glanced in front of her and both sides to see what her neighbors were doing and to learn what the first pose should look like.

      The instructors called out the second pose, some kind of bird-dog thing. She was about to try it when unfamiliar hands suddenly swooped in to readjust her back and hip positions. Unfortunately, her mind flashed on some self-defense lessons from years ago. She yelped, then gave the strange hands and their owner a swift backward kick. It was difficult to tell who was more shocked by the results, the yoga instructor or her. She helped the poor woman sit upright, apologizing profusely before she ran out the door and hid in the bathroom until the class ended. Feeling guilty, she left her business card for the woman.

      She shook her head, then sighed sadly. She’d better learn how to deal with the stuff of life before she chased away what was left of her friends. If Vivian and Patty stopped taking her late night my life is shit calls, she’d be in a world of trouble. No, she wouldn’t. She had a quick, easy solution at her fingertips. She hadn’t looked at the pills in her bottom drawer for a while. She hadn’t checked the seal on the imported vodka she used to drink either. But she knew they were both there, waiting for the day she decided to use them. It would be a no mess, no fuss fitting end to her sad, empty little life.

      It was time for bed. When she woke tomorrow morning, she got to start the madness of her life again. Tonight, like a good little girl, she brushed her teeth, flossed, and then rinsed with an antiseptic mouthwash. She washed her face and applied cold cream as she glanced at her unhappy face in the large mirror over the sink. She studied her hair. It used to be a tight, closely cropped stylish Afro until she stopped caring about her appearance. Now her hair was…she groaned, searching for the words to describe it. Wild and untamed mane came to mind. She should wash it and braid the mess. An hour later, she felt a little better when she looked in the mirror and smiled at the neat little braids all over her head. Today, it’s braids. Tomorrow, it’s cornrows or going bald, she warned her reflection, then flipped off the bathroom light switch.

      TWO: Meet what’s-her-name, the perky little bitch

      Leah woke up early, just as she always did. Something about the sunlight and her internal clock being in sync woke her. As long as she could see the sunlight, she could get up early. It was more of feeling the sunlight rather than actually seeing it. She studied her reflection in the bathroom mirror, noting the braids all over her head made her resemble a kid. Well, maybe not a kid, but one of her graduate students. At least she could still find something to make her lips part, then curve downward around her teeth. She frowned at her reflection. Another day and another dollar at Metro University. She’d love to hide out in her office as she had been doing lately, but she actually had a staff meeting to conduct. Then there was her one-on-one meeting with President Marks this afternoon.

      She didn’t mind the work stuff. After nearly fifteen years, she could handle those situations with both hands tied behind her back. She sighed, especially now that Professor Winnie Thompson and grad student Gloria Lopez were both gone. She issued a ragged exhale. That wasn’t quite true and she knew it wasn’t. Whatever you do, Leah, don’t lie to yourself, she scolded. Okay, so three years ago, she chased both women away from jobs they loved and deserved to keep with her stupid jealousy and possessiveness. Add in a pinch of sexual harassment and she could easily have a recipe for career failure and lawsuits up the kazoo. Thank God for Vivian and Patty. They got Gloria Lopez to agree to leave the university without pressing charges against her in exchange for one hell of a recommendation letter and a job referral phone call.

      Her ex-lover and the love of her life, Professor Winnie Thompson, stayed long enough to finish the school year. She had another job offer from State University because of the Scholars Program she designed for college-bound adult learners. Through university gossip, she learned Winnie had an even better offer from that introverted tow operator Sarah Something. A former student, Sarah Something asked Winnie to marry her. Winnie accepted. They lived in Sarah Something’s home now. She heard Winnie was either pregnant or she’d had the baby.

      She pulled on her skirt, straightening it out and then adjusted her blouse underneath her suit jacket. She sighed and sat back down on her bed, rubbing her temples. She frowned, wondering about Winnie. Could that have been her and Winnie with children? She shrugged. In all the time she’d been with Winnie, they never spoke about children. She assumed Winnie didn’t want them any more than she did. Now she wished she had something other than the books she had written to leave as a legacy. Right now, she wished she had a cat or dog, something warm and fuzzy to welcome her home at night and to say goodbye to in the morning. All she had were the vegetable, spice, and herb plants on her kitchen window sill.

      She rose from the bed and straightened her clothes, then stiffened her spine. It was time to start another boring, braindead, lonely day in her bored-to-tears life. Funny thing was, she wouldn’t have it any other way right now. She couldn’t handle dating a woman right now anyway, despite what the people in her group therapy advised.

      She remembered how that perky Betty or Barbara or Bobby was always suggesting she do something social like going to the movies or plays with friends. Betty or Barbara or Bobby said she acted like an old hermit…a relatively young female hermit but a hermit nonetheless. Betty or Barbara or Bobby said she never seemed to have fun. The perky bitch was right. All she did was work, then go to therapy. There was nothing else in between.

      The last time the perky bitch started in on her, she started to interrupt and went on a long rant about how hermits were general male figures in literature. That a better comparison would be an old maid or nun. Although those old-fashioned definitions implied women who were virgins, which she was not. A better term for her situation might be that of a spinster. That term implied a woman who was too old, therefore too unlikely to marry. She’d change the definition a bit. She’d put a more modern spin on it. She’d say a spinster was a woman who could be independent and didn’t need a man for anything.

      Instead of arguing with Betty or Barbara or Bobby, she just sat in therapy, remaining mute as she did most sessions. Her silence drove the facilitator crazy. The facilitator wanted everybody in group to talk and so the facilitator lectured her about withholding feelings as she’d done with most relationships in her life. Hold it in until she couldn’t. Then everything exploded in crazy, unpredictable ways.

      She groaned. She had group therapy today…late this afternoon. She went to group because that was part of the bargain to keep her job, but it wasn’t her favorite place to be. Her home, either upstairs or downstairs, it didn’t matter. Those were her favorite places to be, not attending uncomfortable therapy sessions.

      "Leah, what do you think about what Bobbie said?" Avery, the group facilitator, asked after studying a nervous-looking Leah.

      Leah remained quiet while everyone commented on Bobbie’s blossoming friendship with a new friend. Since all of the participants in group were gay

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