by David Weaver
She stood in her tracks and waved at him; her tears like miniature rivers that flowed down her face without a beginning or an ending. Jamal waved back knowingly. He knew that she would understand him; would forgive him for being in love; and would love him for being honest.
They silently prayed for each other. Silently wished that both of their situations would improve; wished for help from the very highest of power.
Jamal turned and exited the station.
On to the bus.
On to the next chapter.
****** Jamal had been sitting on the bus awaiting for it to pull off for 10 minutes. He had a window seat in the middle of the bus and he was nervous, thinking about how his wife and son had been holding up in his absence. He was excited that he was going to be able to see them again and could barely contain it. The bus pulled off, turned the corner; and slowed down to a crawl.
He saw a large crowd of people standing around, then his heart dropped. Jamal stood up to get a closer look and a tear escaped his face. Alicia's body was on the ground, riddled by bullet holes. Blood painted the area that she lay in and her pistol was on the ground, not far away from her hand. Law enforcement had shut the area down and bullet shell casings were littering the area.
She had shell casings all around her like a dark cloud; one that was too heavy for rain and too light for hail.
Her beautiful and silky black hair was matted in blood to the pavement. Her duffel bag had spilled its contents onto the ground. Her half of the bank robbery proceeds decorated her death site with even more deceased white men. Alicia didn't know what real love was, but she did know the love of money. Even until her last breath, she had attempted to get that money to love her back.
It never did.
Instead it simply remained in her company like so many other worthless men routinely did. Alicia was a woman who had died for her freedom. A woman who would rather shoot it out in the jungle before she allowed someone to put her in the zoo.
Her animal instincts had been stronger than her human instincts; yet her human instincts were stronger than the average person's.
They had to be that way in order for her to survive all of her hardships. And finally she had survived her most difficult hardship to date; love. She was in a better place now and was finally going to get a chance to
experience real love. Not the love of her daddy, but the love of her Father.
The bus rolled along with Jamal accepting every moment; capturing every scene like a camcorder so that he could always review it for the rest of his life. He knew that he had been only one decision away from going out the same way that Alicia did; and he felt like he owed it to his brother for saving him. His brother had instilled courage, power, and logic into his decision making and it had paid off.
He thought about the positive aura that his brother gave off when he was alive. He thought about the love he had for his wife and realized that that had been Richie's way of teaching Jamal the extremities of real love. Teaching him that real love had no ego; had no self esteem; had no image to maintain; had no games or tricks; and did not waver from challenges.
Richie's challenge had been to continue to love his wife even after she had told him her situation. Richie met the challenge by showing her that he couldn't, and wouldn't live without her. Richie's IQ for love had been stronger than Jamal's IQ for sex. But if Richie had been alive he could have worked on his weaknesses, because that's exactly what Jamal was doing. Jamal said a prayer, and promised himself that as long as he was living, he would continue to work on his weaknesses for his brother's sake.
The bus moved along in slow motion; and when the bus got beside Alicia's body, Jamal got a clear view of her beautiful face. Even in death, she had one of the prettiest faces in the world. She hadn't died with a frown or a grimace; she had died with a smile on her face. A smile that let people know that she had made the best of her situation, and was happy with her choices.
A smile that displayed her curious
personality was etched on her face. A personality that was just like his brother's...
The type of personality that was so hungry for love that it killed itself in order to receive it.
An FBI agent looked at the bus and gazed directly into Jamal's eyes. Jamal stared back; and neither of them showed any emotion through the stare-down. The agent finally looked away. Through his attention to detail, he knew that Jamal was going to turn himself in. The agent let the bus ride past him without any second thoughts or hesitation.
He took a white sheet and laid it over Alicia's body.
The sheet a closing statement.
A closing of a chapter and the completion of
her story.
****** Jamal crouched down in the bushes across from his home and watched his beautiful wife. It was 9 o clock at night and she had apparently been grocery shopping. She had bags in her hand from the supermarket; and bags under her eyes from worrying. Across her shoulder was their son, Lil Richie; who was asleep. Jamal felt bad that he would have to leave his wife to fend for herself; but he also knew that if he had faith, everything would work out for the best.
He sat in the bushes for another hour and a half; watching the lights turn off in the bathroom, and finally, the bedroom. After the last light went off, he waited one more hour so that his wife could fall asleep, and entered his home. Upon his entrance, memories overwhelmed his soul and made his heart heavy.
Just like Richie; he had fallen in love with his life and didn't want to depart from it. Jamal went to the bathroom and took a long bath. He didn't know how long it would be before he would ever be able to sit in a tub again, so he made the most out of it. After drying off, he lotioned his body up with the scented lotion that Mya was always trying to get him to use.
He entered his bedroom for the very last time. His wife was asleep, but had pieces of tissue strewn all over the bed. She had cried herself to sleep. Jamal walked to the bed and stared at her for a moment; witnessed the love from her body radiate throughout the room. The love was so thick that he could reach out and grasp it.
He cleared the strips of tissue from the bed and climbed into it; his naked body already aroused from the initial sight of his wife. He whispered to her gently.
"Mya..." It took a while for her to realize that someone had spoken her name. She thought she had dreamed it.
"What the-" Mya was startled when she opened her eyes; until her eyes focused on the face of the person in her bed.
"Ooooh Jamal, I have missed you so much that I didn't know what to do! I-"
Jamal took his finger and gently laid it against her lips, trying to quite her down for a second.
"Shhh... baby we have one last night, so let's make the most out of it..."
Jamal wiped away Mya's tears with kisses. He kissed her on the neck; sucked on it like he was a vampire while Mya placed her arms around Jamal's body. Her hands trailed from his upper back to his lower back; with her fingernails lightly raking across his skin. She inhaled the lotion that she had been wanting Jamal to use; its fragrance an additional aphrodisiac when mixed with his natural body chemistry.
Jamal kissed her on the top of the chest; his tongue rolled in circles from the top of her chest to her belly button; then rolling in circles from her belly button to her vagina; then trailed from her vagina to her thighs; then her knees; her calf muscles; her ankles, her feet.
He took her foot and started sucking on her toes one by one; its sensations causing new nerve endings to tingle in Mya's body. After sucking her toes on both feet, he turned her delicate body over so that she lay face down. He kissed her a thousand times, starting from the bottom of her feet and ending at the back of her neck.
He kissed her on the back of the ear and gently nibbled on her earlobes; causing her to squirm. He kissed her on her rear end, then took his tongue and grazed across her entrance.
"Oooooohhhh Jammallllll!"
"You like that baby?"
"Yessss babbbbyyyy I dooooooooo!"<
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He took a pillow and placed it under her so that he could prop up her midsection. When it was elevated, he took his tongue and licked from her anus to her vagina; back and forth and up and down in a succession of rapid tongue movements. His tongue would probe her anus, causing her to moan, then he would lick in circles around the entrance.
He sucked gently on the lips of her vagina, making slurping sounds while he sucked up every liquid that she released. After a while, she started getting so wet that it was
becoming too much for him to slurp. He wanted to feel it.
He leaned up over her, and slowly slid his thick, black, rock hard penis into the tight folds of her vagina.
"Ahummmmmmmmmm."
She let out a sound of passion that sounded like crying, pleading; and satisfaction, all in one expression. His penis separated the folds of her hot vaginal walls with stroke after stroke.
Long.... deep.... strokes.
Strokes that went deep into her secrets and thoughts; strokes that skimmed the surface of her soul.
His penis was the instrument of fulfillment, fulfilling every inch of her vagina; and going so deep and strong that she nutted with every three strokes.
Her pussy was stretched wide and deep; her husband touching every nerve ending she possessed all at the same time.
He climbed into her at deep angles; made her feel him for tomorrows to come while her vagina squirted and talked back to him in pleasure.
He dug into her aggressively and
passionately; dug into her in circles and verticles; horizontals and zig zags.
Her vagina was wet, hot, and tight; and his fingers were intertwined in her hair; holding her head in place while he stroked her with all of his strength.
Long. Wide. Deep.
Penetrations for years to come.
"Oooooohh Jamal! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ummmm! Ooooh! Ahmm! Umm! Oooo! Yesss! Ooo! Yess! Yes! Yes! Yes! Jamal! Jamal! Jamal! Jamallllll! Jamalllllllllllll!"
She couldn't stop coming.
Her vagina was dripping wet with her womanly appreciation; her muscles spasming and convulsing in a mass of fantastic perfection.
"I love you Mya, and I will always love you forever baby... No matter what happens, just always know that I love you."
"O.K. baby! O.K. baby! Ummmmmmmm!"
The orgasm came, and caused her to sink her teeth into her pillow and lock down like a pit bull. Emotions overtook her and the orgasm controlled her.
Rocked her body into exorcist styled positions that she had no control over.
"Oooooooooooohhhhh Jammmmalllllll!"
She mumbled into the pillow as he continued to stroke her walls.
Stroke.
Stroke.
Stroke.
"Ummmmmmmm! Ummmmm! Ummmm!"
A second wave of orgasms tackled her body shortly after her first orgasm subsided; uncovering a newfound level of pleasure and appreciation in the process.
After a while, they just laid there in silence; their hearts beating savagely out of fear and love.
Jamal got up and put his clothes on while Mya continued to lay on the bed. Then he picked up the phone and called the police; told them that he was ready to be picked up to face his charges. Without a further word to his wife, he exited the room.
Mya cried like a newborn baby. The man that she loved, her husband, had come all the way back to Pittsburgh where he was wanted for murder. He had come back just so that he could spend one last night with her.
She got up out of her bed to go kiss him one last time. To wrap her arms around his body one last time before the police arrived. But when she entered the living room, she didn't see him. She ran back up the stairs to their son's room and peeped through the door crack. Jamal had left his diamond watch on the table along with a note addressed to Lil Richie. She picked the letter up and read it.
Dear Lil Richie,
Time waits for nothing and no one. That means that if the battery on this watch dies, the time will continue to move whether your watch is tracking it or not. That means that if me or your mother isn't around one day, time will continue to move. That means that I need you to stay ready for everything that time will bring to you. Because if you stay ready, you'll never have to get ready.
I love you son. I will always love you and I know that you are destined for greatness. You are already smarter than I was when I was your age. Just make sure you put family first, because family is the only thing you have. And one more thing... I want you to always remember that life is not a game. I used to think that I was a player and that life was a game. But over time I realized that life was the player and I was the game. Please take care of your mother for me. Dad
Mya lay the letter down; knowing that when Lil Richie got older he would dissect that letter over and over, and would forever find new meanings behind his father's words every time he read them.
Bam!
When she heard the gunshot, she knew exactly what it was about. She starting shaking as tears steadily streamed down her face. Lil Richie woke up, saw his mom and asked,
"What was that noise mommy?"
Mya wiped her tears as best as she could and kissed Lil Richie on the cheek.
She whispered, "That was your Dad telling us that he's sorry and that he can't live without us Richie. Go back to sleep baby..."
Mya climbed in the bed with Lil Richie and closed her eyes, ignoring all the commotion going on outside and waiting on sleep's gentle personality to embrace her through her tears. The last time she saw Jamal, he was alive; and that's how she would always remember him.
Timeless.
Author's Notes
I think you should know that this entire book was written in prison. It wasn't typed on a computer, it was inked out on paper in its entirety. Writing a book in prison is about as easy as going to sleep at the Super Bowl on the sidelines, yet I have written two. Prison is a noise warehouse; a depository for unwanted sounds from groups of obnoxious
individuals. Not everyone is obnoxious, but the people that are obnoxious, make up for the people that aren't. I hate this place with the ultimate passion, and I am thankful that my August 16th, 2011 release date is approaching. In the meantime, I will continue going to sleep at the Super Bowl on the sidelines if it means that my fans will remain satisfied. I am going to release a book entitled "Vampire Empire" in the next 45 days, so stay on the look out for that.
This book is about love. There are many types of love, and some are not healthy for you. I wanted to explore the perimeters of the word love using strong willed characters with strong beliefs. Before I got started on this book, I was asked to write a "different" type of book. Well, I did not write a "different" type of book because I love my black people and I'm going to represent them as long as they allow me to.
When I look at television, the African American shows are just as scarce as the movies. I admire the work that Tyler Perry has done, but our people are extremely diverse; and I wanted to try to show as many sides of us as possible. I'm going to continue writing these stories until I'm able to compete with the James Patterson and Nora Roberts of the world. When I reach that point, I'll be able to bring diversity to the often colorblinded entertainment realm. Thanks for your continued support.
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