Five minutes later, Terri emerged from the apartment. She walked down the street and unlocked the doors to a sky blue Lexus SC 400 coupe. Rummaging through her Kate Spade handbag, she set her smartphone to her face. She was greeted by a hoarse vocal tone. She replied. “I'll be there in a bit."
Terri’s eardrums were attacked by a vicious tirade; she was given the dial tone. She hung up her phone. Her forehead against the steering wheel, she wept.
The height of cleverness is to be able to conceal it
-La Rochefoucauld 1613-1680
CHAPTER 23
We first crush people to the earth and then claim
the right of trampling on them forever because they are prostate
-Lydia Maria Child 1833
Simler Terrace Apartments
Liberty Street, Norfolk, Virginia
30 minutes later
Into the Berkeley, Norfolk night, Terri pulled the Lexus SC 400 into the parking lot. Occupying a reserved parking space, she disengaged the ignition. Terri peered beyond the windshield into the silent darkness. She hugged the steering wheel as if it were her favorite teddy bear. Terri wiped her face. Her three-inch Vicini heels clacking against the asphalt, she made her way into the night.
Terri stood in front of her apartment building. Studying the 2nd-floor picture window, light escaped through the sheer curtains. As if for the first time, she envisioned leaping from that very window.
She checked the hallway door; the knob turned. She made her way upstairs. Reaching the 2nd floor, Terri inserted her house key into the lock. Slowly pushing the door open, she slipped inside. Entering the 1 bed, 1 bath tenement, she froze from the impact of bare feet slapping against the wood flooring.
A beach towel was wrapped around HIS waist. Water droplets trickling broad shoulders, 6'4, 250Ibs of light brown dominance, HE strolled into the living room. He accepted his Lexus car keys. Befuddled by Terri’s attire, he asked her. "What happened to the outfit I told you to wear?"
Quivering, Terri mentally scolded herself for forgetting to change out of the catholic schoolgirl costume. Her voice low, she replied. "His girl wanted us to surprise him. So, we dressed up."
“Fuck you, tom, bout his girl... Keisha doesn't be luncheon like that."
“Her real name Angel."
He plopped down on the tattered sofa. Gesturing for Terri to take a seat, he kept her away from the couch. Instead, he acknowledged the coffee table. Once she took a seat, he stroked his chin sheepishly. "You said her name isn’t Keisha. This whole time it was all a lie? Even her damn name."
Terri ran down the earlier house party altercation. More importantly, how Dynamo alleged Angel gave him fellatio in Ocean City, Maryland. "Uncle P, everybody I heard talk about his girl called her Angel. Either she was lying back then, or she lying now."
“What that bitch look like? Describe her."
“It’s the same one. I'm sure it’s her."
Uncle P leaned against the sofa's backrest. Folding his arms, he scoffed at his oddly dressed niece. "Who brought you that stupid ass getup?"
“The redhead girl I told you about."
“He cheats on Kei... Angel. Whatever her fucking name is! He fucking some white, cunt bitch behind her back."
Terri nodded. "He said they're engaged."
"What kinda the whip youngin flush?"
“A Pontiac Grand Prix, but I think it's hers.”
Uncle P took a moment to gather his thoughts then replied. "How the youngin pull it off."
Terri shrugged.
“BITCH!"
"Uncle P, please, I’m sorry." Her wherewithal, annihilated by his glare, she whimpered. "He treats the white girl nice. I think they love each other."
“Was youngin nice to you?"
She nodded weakly. “Yeah.”
Uncle P studied his niece. She was sitting on the coffee table. Her legs crossed at the ankles; her posture was slouched. Her white blouse was ruffled, her short, dark hair was slicked down. There was no direct eye contact. He broke the brief silence. "Tell me what you and youngin did."
Terri, taken aback, eyed him bewilderingly. "Huh?"
"Do I need to repeat myself?"
“No, no, no, I'll tell you." Her voice soft and choppy, she relayed the gist of everything that transpired from the moment she and KT came into contact.
Uncle P growled derisively. "You forgetting something."
"I swear that's everything. Everything you said do, I did."
“Then why am I sitting here looking at some black, ugly ass bitch?"
"He said he couldn't take me home because Angel lives with him."
“So, how do we find out where she lives?"
Terri gave him a slip of paper. "I took down his license plate number."
"How youngin pipe you down?"
Terri gave him a vivid account of her reeducation. Disturbed by her uncle's perverted leer, she detailed how KT & Maxine joined forces to conquer her sexual existence. Lastly, she spoke about lying to KT about never making real love. His pledge to never just 'fuck' her and their lovemaking inside the Pontiac Grand Prix.
Uncle P’s brow tightened, sweat formed along his forehead. He calmly unwrapped the beach towel from around his waist. His girth blessed masculinity towering gloriously, he wrapped Terri's left hand around him and asked. "Youngin bigger than me?"
“Is anybody?"
“Yo ass getting smart!"
“No, I swear it’s the truth. You the biggest I've ever seen." Terri caressing his massive shaft marveled at the plump, warm blood-filled veins. His astounding length and freakish girth were something to behold. Terri, suckling his motorcycle helmet wide, mushrooming manhood, purred. "Nobody bigger, I promise."
“Compare us. I wanna know how he was able to bag that stinking bitch."
Terri’s right hand was unable to fully wrap around his member. Suppressing her tears, she massaged his scrotum. “Uncle P, look, I can't wrap my hand around you, but I could his." Her jaws stretched agonizingly; she took as much of him into her mouth as she could tolerate. “You so much longer, so much fatter. You a woman's dream."
Uncle P sighed. "Then why that dick-eating bitch choose him?"
Terri deflected his inquiry. Instead, she smooched his scrotum.
He snatched her head back. “Stand yo ass the fuck up!"
“Uncle P, what I do?"
“Make me ask twice."
Terri stood. Her legs spread; she trembled from her uncle tying her plaid skirt around her waist. She whimpered. "Uncle P, look in my handbag. I bought you some blueberry Kush and used my thong to wrap it upright, so it wouldn’t spill."
“Do I look stupid? Oh, you must think I like smoking weed that smells like garbage pussy."
“I'm sorry I keep messing up." Terri, once again, willing away her tears, took his hand. “Please don’t be mad at me.”
Uncle P shoved two fingers inside her. Delving her sticky crème moist womanhood, he licked his fingers clean. Recognizing the tangy texture, he erupted. "What I tell you about fucking muthafuckas raw!"
“I'm sorry."
He shoved his thumb & index finger back inside her. Pinching Terri’s vagina walls; Sampling more of the procured semen, he shook his head disgustedly. "You always doing shit yo way."
“Uncle P, please, I__."
“Sit yo stupid, ugly black ass down." Once she abruptly complied, he asked her. "Why, Keisha, fuck... Angel... How come Angel chose to be with that bamma ass nigga?"
Terri shrugged. "I don't know how a girl I've never met thinks."
“Thieving, dick-eating hoes all think alike. Now, you are a thieving, dick-eating hoe, right?"
“You so big, maybe she couldn't take you pounding into her." A horrific clash echoing; an open palm slammed into Terri’s face knocked her to the floor. Her tears falling, she held her face. Curled into a submissive knot, she sobbed uncontrollably. "What I do, what I do!"
Uncle P spat gripped her skull. He forcibly placed her back on the coffee tab
le. He used his towel to wipe the blood trickling her split bottom lip. "Next time you talk fly, I break yo jaw."
Terri regained her composure and said. "When we were together, he always asked if I liked something. He was slow but knew when to go fast. I think that's what she likes about him."
Uncle P placed her hand back on his manhood. He groaned from her, slowly stroking him back to erection.
Terri took him into her mouth. Slurping upon him, she said. "If you go slow, every girl would be yours. You too big to rush it. "
"You like what he did to you?"
" You’re my lord... I'll always choose you." Her jaws stretched to the brink of dislocation; she fought to withstand his intense upstroke.
Uncle P snatched her by her hair face back. Aggressively jerking himself, he slapped his manhood across her face. He howled climatically. "Yeah bitch, take a shower! Take a muthafucking shower!"
Terri had her face splashed with so much semen, her eyes and nostrils were nearly creamed shut. Soiled by a horrific ejaculation, she was forcefully bent over across the table. "Please, Uncle P... I can't! He had me there!"
He ripped Terri’s blouse away. Squeezing her large, dark buttocks to near bleeding, he ran his manhood along her womanly folds. "Want me to fuck you slow like he did?"
"Yes, please." Terri tensed from him, gripping her waist. His cement pillar hard masculinity jamming against her anus, gripping the coffee table edge so tightly splintered wood tore into her fingers. Terri wept from the torment of a large, unlubricated shaft ravaging her anus.
A door creaked in the near distance. Uncle, giving his niece every inch of his fierce, anal long-stroke, glowed in the delight of the approaching tenant.
Black Bottega, four-inch heeled boots clacked against a perfected sashay. Red, Azria wrap dress adorn, Tiana walked into the living room. She stood over the intercourse overwhelmed Terri, and asked. “What in the world did I tell you both?"
Uncle P allowing Tiana to follow his decelerated long-stroke, smiled. "It's all yo sistas fault.”
Tiana glaring into Terri’s tear-soaked, semen-splashed face, snatched her by her hair. "You don't ever take heed to what happens every time you fuck what's mine."
Terri wept. “I swear, he started it”
Uncle P unleashed a series of rapid, anal short strokes to Terri’s backside. “Say you didn't beg to suck my dick."
“Say you did." Tiana threatened Terri. Her Azria wrap dress hoist over her wide hips, around her tiny waist, she collapsed her G-string. By her hair, she forced Terri's mouth upon her stout euphoria.
Together Tiana & Uncle P gave Terri what she deserves. Hoarse grunts & moans serenading Terri's agonizing sob, Tiana shoved Uncle P out of his niece. Terri was led from on top of the coffee table and thrown to the floor. She scurried into the corner.
Tiana towered over her sobbing sibling. "Unless you want more of the same, get that trifling ass outta my sight. And don't clean yourself until we say it’s okay."
Terri ran into the backroom.
Uncle P took Tiana into an aggressive kiss. Groping her hormone therapy enhanced 34Cs, he bent her over the coffee table. He was taken by Tiana, wiggling her large, mocha buttocks tauntingly. He gave a more experienced anus his stoned masculinity.
What actually fills you with indignation as regards to suffering
is not suffering in itself, but the pointlessness of suffering
-Friedrich Wilhelm Nietzsche 1844-1900
CHAPTER 24
I've noticed your hostility towards him...
I ought to have guessed you were friends
-Malcolm Bradbury 1932-2001
Ingleside Apartments
Trice Terrace, Norfolk
12:20 pm following afternoon
A steel-faced Candace stood along the curb. She kept a close watch out for anything out of the ordinary. Dynamo stood within the courtyard where he & a former friend sold their illicit wares. He tended to the crack addicts huddled around the large courtyard tree. Once the last addict disappeared around the Trice Terrace/Seay Avenue corner, he approached his Lincoln Navigator. Reaching behind the right rear wheel well, he retrieved another plastic-wrapped bundle of nickel baggies.
“If Poe-9 can tie you to the whip, they tie you to the work. So, you might wanna move that.” An eerily familiar voice advised him.
Dynamo’s swollen right temple throbbing, he slowly climbed to his feet. “You might have a point."
"Look ace, about last night... We both did and said some things that were outta character."
"How you sneak up on me?"
KT acknowledged his improperly parked Pontiac Grand Prix. "Candace looking for squad cars and unmarked Grand Marquise or Chevy Lumina sedans. If you plan to let her keep looking out, show her everything she needs to be looking out for."
Dynamo afforded the advice a half-hearted shrug “Everybody was drunk, high, lit off pills, Mollies, especially me. That doesn't excuse me talking bout your shawty like that. I was dead outta pocket."
KT extended his right hand. "So we good?"
"Remember what Yolanda said about us handling ours like men?" Before a response could be given, Dynamo threw a right hook.
The force of the sucker punch slammed KT along the curbside. He massaged his tightened jaw. His vision clearing, he spat a glob of blood & saliva. After a few seconds, he climbed back to his feet and said. "We definitely good now.”
Dynamo pulled KT into a manly embrace. "Let’s pretend last night never went down like it did."
“I wish it was that simple. You know a drunk man tells no tales. So what's really good with what you were saying?"
“When I saw you drive by the Kush spot, I did feel like you left me there with police to take all the heat." Dynamo replied, referencing the marijuana distribution hub drug raid.
“Get real, ace. All I could do was keep going. Anything else would've made things worse. First thing smoking, I made sure yo bond was posted. You and Candace lawyer fees, and everything else, I’m taking care of.”
“Put yo-self in my shoes. That's how you would've thought being surrounded by swat, watching me peel off."
Candace stormed over. Shoving KT against the Lincoln Navigator, she blasted. "You got some nerve showing up after what you said about me!"
Dynamo took Candace by the back of the head. His forehead against hers, he kissed her softly. "Tell family you forgive him."
Candace, standing breast to chest with KT, rummaged through his jean pockets. She took a meager $125. “Too smart for your own damn good, huh?” She gave him the money back. “I'm running them pockets when I know you not expecting it."
KT’s guilty as charged smirk was met by her agitation. Easily thwarting her resistance, he forced her into his arms and said. “Fight all you want. You still my favorite gold digger."
Her chin plucked, Candace pried his arms from around her and took a seat on the Lincoln Navigator hood. “KT, maybe I forgive YOU, but that white bitch, Honey... I'm busting that ass. She thinks cause she sucking Yolanda's asshole, she can't get dealt with. That trailer park bitch needs to be put down. Once everyth__.”
Dynamo interrupted her tirade. “Don't pay her no never-mine."
Candace pouted. “But Dy, you said__."
KT, suspicious of what she nearly let slip, spun towards the roar of an accelerated engine.
A gray unmarked sedan sped around Gatling Avenue/Trice Terrace corner. Candace leaped from atop the Lincoln Navigator hood. Snatching the crack bundle from Dynamo, she quickly turned her back to the fast-approaching sedan. Snatching KT into her arms, her long, sensual kiss cloaked her left hand, sliding into her Fendi jeans crotch.
Brake pads screeching, the unmarked vehicle came to an abrupt halt. Two polyester-suited men emerged. One man held the trio at gunpoint while the other rushed over to the Lincoln Navigator. Detective Swanson, smiling at the couple kissing amorously, quipped. "Devon Wallace, you and Khalid Garrison must have made up already, the way he's all over your precious s
kank... or is it thot these days?"
Candace, eyeing the pompous homicide investigator, evilly grabbed her crotch. "I got your skank thot right here, pig-feet."
"Candace Green, be thankful I'm not vice narcotics. Otherwise, I would procure the crack you stashed in that thot crotch. And that'll be two drug possession felonies." Detective Swanson dismissed her. He turned his attention to both men. "The neighborhood gathering didn't turn out so well, or maybe it did. Because Mr. Wallace, I hear a lot of people enjoyed watching you get slugged. According to the talk, you dropped like rain in a hurricane."
Dynamo took an aggressive step towards him. "You try it, so I can knock you across the street."
KT tapped his rage-hardened friend on the shoulder. "All Swanson doing is testing the waters to see where we stand."
“Correct." Detective Swanson admitted. "And allow me to say, the water is quite hot... Especially since there's been a development in your case."
He relayed the gist of the newly discovered evidence in the Ingleside shooting that left both men wounded. Several days ago, authorities in Chesapeake, Virginia, pursued an Acura Integra involved in a violent home invasion. The police pursuit ended in a horrific car crash.
KT commented. “I remember that incident being on the news."
“Both suspects died from their injuries. What Chesapeake authorities recovered inside the vehicle blew my investigation wide open." Detective Swanson smiled. "A damn Uzi machine pistol. Ballistics confirm it’s the same weapon that fired the bullets doctors took out of you, Mr. Wallace. Shell casings we recovered along Trice Terrace also matched. At least some of them."
"Okay, copper, now what?" Dynamo asked.
“The deceased were confirmed members of the Crips. And you wouldn't believe which particular sect..."
KT, leaning against the Lincoln Navigator, chimed in. "A'ight Swanson, if you got all this evidence, why not round up the conspirators?"
“Do either of you wish to formally sign-off as complainants on the arrest warrants?" Detective Swanson accepted their silence. “Garrison, Wallace, nobody is cooperating. Fine by me. I'll just sit back and allow you guys and the Crips to sort things out. Whomever the last asshole standing, again fine by me. Prison cells are one size fits all." He held made his way to his Chevy Lumina. Looking back, he said. “Don't think I haven't received valuable Intel regarding the Cape Henry Avenue drive-by shooting. We all know you both perpetrated. Homicide investigations are exactly like dominoes... All it takes is for one to fall. And in your case, that's already happened. All there is now is to wait and see who wants the sweetest plea deal in return for their testimony."
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