“She’s what? So, who the fuck are you? You find lonely little housewives on the internet and seduce them with bullshit. You know what?” Korea stood to her feet and paced around her office. “I don’t even care. Tell that bitch that. She can’t eat pussy, she’s messy. If it wasn’t for her cooking I’d have put her out a long-ass time ago. Shiiiit,” she said, forcing herself to laugh. “Stormy wasn’t anything but my cook. Tell her I said that. Tell her she wasn’t anything but my cook!” Korea picked up a paperweight and threw it at the door. She cleared her throat of the painful knot that was forming inside of it. She swallowed hard but cracked a little when she said, “She can’t take anything I bought her…”
“No problem. Stormy is well-provided for.”
“Fuck you. You know what? Let me talk to Stormy.”
“As I explained to her, contact between you would be counterproductive. Save us all the drama. She says there isn’t much there besides some clothes, and kitchenware. But, I would like to have UPS pick her computer up.”
“Well, the bitch can’t have that either.”
“I figured as much; she told me how generous and supportive you are. That’s why I had her store her files on my private server.”
“Whatever the fuck that means…So you’re going to take care of everything, reinvent her, buy all her shit all over again, manage her finances, and chauffeur her around?”
“Stormy? Oh no. I don’t have to do any of that. Stormy can take care of herself. She has a new professional wardrobe and a car already. She’ll be moving into her own place on the first.”
“We must be talking about a different Stormy,” Korea said in a confused voice.
“We must be. This one is earning six figures and only cooks when she feels like it. She’s quite independent. And my goodness, can she cook,” Tisa taunted, as she looked over Stormy’s shoulder. “I’m watching her build a lobster lasagna right now.” Tisa slapped Stormy lightly on her ass and kissed her cheek. Tisa walked away from Stormy and lowered her voice to a naughty whisper. “You know, you’re wrong about her. When she sucks my dick, she’s like a baby on a bottle; milking me.”
“Fuck you, bitch. If you call me again, I’ll reach all the way into Washington, D.C., tie a leash around your neck, and dog walk your ass.”
“Yes, of course. Stormy told me how mature you are,” she said, walking back into the kitchen. She pressed her pelvis against Stormy’s ass, and kissed her neck. “Like I said, this was a courtesy call. You can have this number disconnected now. She has a new phone. Have a nice day.” Tisa smiled at Stormy and dropped the cell phone into the kitchen trashcan.
“Wow, Tisa, you make me sound really great,” Stormy said.
“Stormy, you are really great. I fell in love with your mind, months ago. Now that I love all of you, I never want to see anyone hurt you.”
Tisa was a real smooth operator. She always kept her cool and was as confident as any man but she was clearly all woman. Her body was long, lean, and strong. Stormy loved to watch her walk. She kind of glided in and out of a room without devouring the energy that had been in it before, the way Korea had. She was nurturing Stormy into womanhood with devotion and respect and Stormy was healing nicely.
Tisa took the spatula out of Stormy’s hand, spun her around and pinned her to the kitchen wall. She kissed her neck and nibbled on her earlobe. “What would you say if I asked you to stay with me?”
“I’d say, no.”
“Why?”
“Because I’m working on me right now.”
“Even if I kissed you like this?” Tisa slid down Stormy’s body, lifted her dress with her teeth, and gently sucked her inner thigh.
“Yes,” Stormy answered.
“And if I kissed you here, would you stay?” Tisa cocked her head to the side and kissed Stormy’s fat lips as if they were the lips on her face.
Stormy gasped and felt her body temperature rising. “I would still get my own place, but you could definitely come to visit.”
“That’s my strong little lady. Lay down for me, baby.”
“Here on the kitchen floor?”
“Yes. Lay right there on the floor.” Tisa opened the refrigerator and reached inside.
Stormy lay on her back with her hands over her eyes. “What are you doing?”
“Did I ever tell you how much I love grape jelly?” Tisa said, smiling, with a jar of Smuckers in her hand. “It’ so good on pussy they should call it Sucker’s.”
“You are so crazy.”
“Crazy over you,” Tisa said, kneeling between Stormy’s legs. “Spread ’em.”
Stormy spread her legs open and relaxed her mind. It seemed things were moving so fast for her lately, she could never relax. She let her legs fall open and told herself to let go. For a moment, Korea was waiting behind her closed eyes. The jelly was a cold slick as Tisa spread it over the layers of Stormy’s Punany. She played in it for a few minutes with her fingers, moving her thumb in circular motions over her clit until Stormy began to grind against her fingers. Tisa could barely contain her own desire as her lady began to swell in her hand. She leaned into Stormy’s body and blew through her pretty pursed lips, cooling the jelly again. The slightest quiver ran through Stormy, presenting Tisa’s opportunity to devour her with instant results. Stormy did not expect the heat of Tisa’s tongue to take her so completely, as she took all of her lips into her mouth and licked her inside out. Suddenly, she was open, completely open. And she knew, she had a brand-new handler, in whose hands she could entrust her future, until the game of love had run its course once again.
KOREA SAT, STEAMING IN HER CAR outside of the elementary school. She didn’t know how long she had been sitting there, but the children were already going home when she finally moved a muscle.
“I can’t believe she left?” she said to herself. “After all I did for her. That ungrateful little…” Korea searched for a word to describe the woman who had been the joy of her life for so many years. She thought of Stormy’s smiling face, her girlish pout and of her wild curly hair. She thought of her fat lips and even fatter pussy lips and tried to remember the last time she had kissed either pair. “Damn, Stormy.”
Just then she heard Raven’s voice, and remembered she was there to pick her up. Except for Raven and another little girl, the school ground was empty. Raven had the girl hemmed up against the schoolyard fence. “If you don’t give me your Now and Laters, I’ll tell everybody you let Bobby put his finger in your you know what.”
“But I didn’t let him put his finger in my you know what,” the girl said.
“Well, after I tell everybody, that won’t matter. You might as well let him do it, because everybody will already believe you did.” The little girl surrendered the pack of candy to Raven and ran away from her.
Korea honked the horn. “She’ll be a beast of a businesswoman someday.”
“Hi, Korea,” Raven said, hopping into the car and buckling her seatbelt.
“Do you mind hanging out with me today? Your father is handling some business today. He’ll be over my place later.”
“YAWL SHUT THE HELL UP,” KEISHA WAS TELLING THE GIRLS in the recreation room. “Shut the fuck up and listen to my baby sing.” Alex got up off of Keisha’s lap and began to sing, taking the juveniles to church with her rich alto rendition of the Reverend James Cleveland’s sermonic song. “I don’t feel no ways tired, I’ve come too far from where I started from, Nobody told me, the road would be easy, I don’t believe He brought me this far to leave me.”
When Blue and Dream Crow walked up with the staff counselor, there wasn’t a dry eye in the room.
Keisha was hugging Alex, holding her tight. “Thank you, Alex; thank you.”
Alex watched her family approaching from over Keisha’s shoulder. “I think I have to go now. Aunt Blue! Dream Crow!” she screamed. “What are you doing here?”
“Girl, was that you in here belting like that? My Lord, Dream Crow, this girl can sing!” Blue said.
“Hey, why’s everybody in here crying?” the counselor said with her hands on her hips.
“Come here, baby,” Dream Crow said. “We came to take you home.” They held each other in a family embrace.
“Alex!” Keisha screamed, “No! Don’t take her!” Her eyes were red and full of tears. “No! Bring her back.” She started to run after Alex when the counselor motioned for security to hold her back. “Alex, I’m getting out. I’m coming for you. I’m gonna manage you, baby. I’m gonna make you a star!” She was pinned to the floor. All she could see were Alex’s feet as they walked out of the door.
“Looks like you made a few friends in there,” Dream Crow said.
“Yeah, one in particular,” Blue said.
Dream Crow cut her eyes at her sister. “Alex, were you alright in there? I mean, nobody hurt you, did they?”
“No, Dream Crow. Nobody hurt me.”
Blue said, “Well, how did you keep ’em off of you? You did keep ’em off of you, if you know what I mean?”
Alex’s eyes were beginning to tear.
Dream Crow said, “Now, Sister Blue, you know that ain’t none of our business. So long as she wasn’t hurt, all is well.”
“Well, I guess you could say music calms the savage beast.”
“Come again?” Blue asked.
“I sang to them, Aunt Blue, every day for the last couple of days at rec time. They liked it, too.”
“Oh yeah? Is that why that big sugar bear-looking dyke was howling over you leaving? It seems to me, a friend would be happy about you getting sprung up out the joint.”
“Sister Blue, this place ain’t the joint. Those are children in there. Every last one of them is somebody’s child. And you should know, but for the grace of God go you and me.”
With that Blue was silenced and thankful for knowing that her sister was right. If she had not whored herself out for her and Hartford, there’s no telling where any of them would have ended up, she thought and stayed quiet for a time.
“I don’t understand,” Alex was saying as she walked away from the juvenile grounds with her aunts. “Did Raven finally tell them the truth?”
“Ha!” Blue spat.
“How did they find out I was telling the truth then?”
“It was simple forensics. I hired my own investigator. It was the angle of the blade. They could tell by the way it entered Shawna’s body that the wound was self-inflicted,” Dream Crow said. “I’d figured as much.”
“Oh. So she killed herself?”
“Didn’t you know that?” Dream Crow asked.
“No. Not really. I thought maybe…”
“You thought maybe Raven did it.” Blue finished her sentence. “I thought the same thing. Not that I wanted Shawna to die or anything, bless the Lord; I just thought it would be great if somebody would lock that little hooligan, Raven, up.”
“I don’t think they lock people up for putting laxatives in cookies, Aunt Blue.”
“Well, they sure should. I still got hemorrhoids.” Blue reached around and grabbed her own ass. “Damn.”
“You’ll have to go back to court to testify again, so we can enter the new evidence and they can close the case.”
“Get on with it, Dream Crow. Go ahead and ask her,” Blue said.
“I was getting to that.”
“Ask me what?”
“Alex,” Dream Crow said, “how would you like to come live with us out in Black Hawk?”
“I would love it.”
“All right then. Let’s go talk to your father.”
“You know your daddy is shacking up with some woman already, don’t you?” Blue asked Alex as they got into the car.
Dream Crow interrupted her messiness. “That’s not even appropriate conversation for you to be having with a child, Sister Blue.”
“Why not? That’s what’s wrong with kids these days. They’re too damned ignorant. Grown folks don’t want them to know anything, so they guess about it. Then, they do what comes natural for them to do. If we don’t talk to them, how are they supposed to know anything? How are they supposed to protect themselves from anything?”
“Aunt Blue does have a point, Dream Crow,” Alex said supportively, wanting to know more. “Who is he shacking up with?”
“I give up!” Dream Crow said to anyone in the car who was listening.
“I don’t know exactly. Some woman he met before your stepmother died. Raven’s there with them. It ain’t too far from your daddy’s house.”
“Really? Raven was right then.”
“Right about what?” the Crow sisters asked in unison.
“Raven said Daddy was with another woman. She told me that the night Shawna killed herself. She said, he asked for a divorce. She also said Shawna was pregnant.”
“See, Dream Crow; it does no good to keep the truth from children. They’re going to find it all out sooner or later,” Blue said. “You’re going to stay with your aunties, baby. You stay with us, and we’ll help you with your singing career. You had a couple flat notes in that song you were singing.”
“I just plain give up,” Dream Crow said, looking at her sister as she hit the highway, headed for Hartford’s new home.
“WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU DON’T HAVE ANYTHING FOR ME?” MELODY ASKED TOM. He was sitting in his favorite chair, in the back room of his favorite youth program: The Blossoming Flower Shop on Grand Avenue.
“I meant just what I said, Melody. With all of that shit you started over at that dyke’s place.” He paused and sipped from a small crystal glass of scotch. “No, no. I can’t have it. You’re not worth it. I sent you on a simple mission, and you got it all fucked up.”
“Admittedly,” Melody said, removing her left dress strap from her shoulder. “It was messy, but I got you what you wanted, didn’t I? I mean Korea’s out of business, and you have the contracts.” Melody let out a gentle purr as she removed her right dress strap from her shoulder, releasing her blue silk dress to fall on the floor at her feet. “Are you sure you don’t have anything for me, Mr. Tom?”
Tom adjusted himself in his seat. “Well, uh, what did you have in mind?” He watched her hard brown nipples spilling through peach bra lace like melting Hershey’s Kisses as she pinched them and smiled knowingly at his weakness. “First, I would like my job back. Then I’ll take some of that stiff dick you got in your pants.”
“You are rehired,” Tom answered, unzipping his pants and releasing his golden brown shaft for Melody.
“Damn, you’ve got the prettiest dick I’ve ever seen.” Melody was on all fours, ready to suck Tom’s soul through his shaft when the flower shop doorbell jingled.
“Hello, is anyone here?” The voice of the councilwoman was unmistakable.
CHAPTER 17:
THE FAMILY FOUNDATION
Councilwoman Grace Riley had been calling Korea repeatedly ever since she realized she had been wrong. She learned that Melody had been lying all along and that Korea had given her old assistant Martha $10,000. The realization that Korea had shut down her entire operation on her misinformed advice was tearing her up inside. She had awarded most of her contracts to Tom Brown, the man Korea has stolen Stormy away from, and she felt just awful about it. Grace had no idea what she would say to her old friend but she wanted to begin with an apology. Since Korea hadn’t returned her phone calls, she decided to pay her a visit at home, flowers in her hand and the sincerest apology on her lips.
“Hello, is anyone here?” Grace yelled from the counter in the flower shop.
Melody was still giggling when she emerged from Tom Brown’s office. Grace watched her hard nipples poking though her dress as she approached the counter.
“Hello, Councilwoman Riley,” Melody said. “How can I help you?”
“I have an order for flowers.” Melody fished around behind the counter looking for Grace’s order. “You look familiar. Do I know you?”
“I don’t think so,” Melody said, smiling as she noticed Grace eyeballi
ng her breasts.
“Do you have my order?” Melody looked around again. “Hold on.”
“Mr. Brown,” Melody called out, turning to the office door. “Grace Riley is here to pick up her order.”
Tom Brown walked through the door, talking fast. “Melody, the order is on the table by the door as always.”
“I’m sorry, Tom; you know it’s been a while, uh, Mr. Brown.”
“Melody? That’s your name,” Councilwoman Riley asked, as Melody whisked past her to collect the beautiful arrangement of Bird of Paradise and Stargazer Lilies.
“Wow, this is pretty,” Melody said, picking the arrangement up and smelling it. “Toggle,” she said absently. “My name is Melody Toggle.”
Grace turned to Tom. “Is this the Melody I think it is?”
The look of guilt on Tom’s face told her she and Korea had both been played. Grace didn’t have to force a confession. It came spilling easily over his tongue. “She took something of mine. She had it coming.”
GRACE EXCHANGED NICETIES WITH MRS. DAVENPORT in the lobby of Korea’s building and greeted Charlie O at the elevator door. “It’s a beautiful day for an elevator ride,” he said. “Come on, lady; step inside.”
Korea opened the door and greeted her old friend with a cheery hug and a smile. She accepted the flowers and said, “Follow me while I go put these in some water.”
“Are my eyes deceiving me?” Grace Riley asked. “Or, do I detect a new switch in your stride?”
Korea laughed, smiled again, and said, “Girl, never underestimate the power of some good dick.”
“THIS MIGHT BE COMING KIND OF LATE, now that I’ve already moved in and put my house on the market, but who’s going to do the cooking?” Hartford asked Korea. “I’ve seen how you get when you don’t have a home-cooked meal.”
“I don’t know. Maybe we can hire a chef.”
“We’ll figure it out.”
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