Sister Girls 2
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Angel M. Hunter
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Turned Out
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SISTER GIRLS 2
ANGEL M. HUNTER
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Table of Contents
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Title Page
Acknowledgments
Dedication
A LETTER FROM ELSIE
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
CHAPTER FIVE
CHAPTER SIX
CHAPTER SEVEN
CHAPTER EIGHT
CHAPTER NINE
CHAPTER TEN
CHAPTER ELEVEN
CHAPTER TWELVE
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
CHAPTER NINETEEN
CHAPTER TWENTY
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
Copyright Page
Acknowledgments
I thank my husband, Tony Irby, for his support and his suggestions, for sitting up with me and helping me type when I couldn’t press another key, and for being the example of a “good man”. God graced me with your presence and love. I appreciate you.
To my son, Anthony Shacquille Irby, you are growing into a kind, gentle, strong and, handsome young man. I am proud of you and your talents.
TO MY READERS:
You are responsible for your life and how you use your power. We all have it. The power to succeed, fail, or prosper. Many times we come across challenges, people, places, and things that stop us in our footsteps that try to block us and hold us back and keep us from moving forward. Trust me, I speak from experience. Please know that this is God’s way of getting our attention and making us realize that we are strong and capable, that we can grow. You just have to believe it, the power of your thoughts, words, and actions create your experiences. So don’t focus your energy on what’s outside, focus it on what’s inside. Thank you for supporting me and “getting it”.
Love, Peace and Joy, Angel M. Hunter-Irby
msangelhunter@aol.com
To my mothers: Barbara Hunter, Norma Turner and my mother-in-law, Cora Lee Irby.
To my father, James Guy Turner Sr. and my father-in-law, John Irby.
To my brothers (all great men, contrary to popular belief there are still some in the world, ladies) Antonio Pierre Hunter, Lushawno Duvall Butler, James Guy Turner Jr., and Russell Irby. Oh yeah, I can’t forget my nephew, Jason.
To my Sister Girls . . .
Lucretia Willis, Angel Elliot, DaNeen Wyche, NeeCee Dorsey, Paula Woodhouse, Quassmirah Baten, Stephanie Dawson, Tonya McGhee, Faye Wilson, Verna Lee, Tammy (my typist), Natalie, Ingrid, Jolyn, Amber Chaney, Trina Dorsey, Tonya Rice, Sonya, Yolanda, Kelly, Monica, Sabrina, Gail Robinson, Cassandra Giglio, Jasmine Giglio, Jonte Giglio, Camille Butler, Lekenta Robinson, Stephanie Johnson, Dominique, Melissa, Michelle, Tara, Sharon, Alicia, Tia, Melena, Monica, GeeGee, Jackie, Tia, Tracy, Kimesha Hunter, Thomasina Hunter, Tee Tee, Sherry, Tanya, June, Sonya, Vesa, Tracey, Samantha, Barbara, Sharon, Kiari, Tameko, Shannon, Pamela, and Erica. My sisters in spirit . . . Debbie Allen (who I wish one day to work with), Jada Pinkett Smith, Erykah Badu, Patti Labelle, Oprah Winfrey, Lena Horne, Dana (Latifah) Owens, Mary J. Blige, Diana Ross, Janet Jackson, and Gladys Knight.
(If you feel I forgot you, I apologize; you are in my heart where it counts the most)
In memory of Phyllis Hyman, Dorothy Dandrige, Billie Holiday, Lisa “Left Eye” Lopez, and Aaliyah.
SISTER GIRLS 2
THE OLD AND THE NEW
ESSENCE BESTSELLING AUTHOR
ANGEL M. HUNTER-IRBY
msangelhunter@aol.com
www.myspace.com/angelmhunter
Dear Readers:
all the negativity and negative influences from your
life ELIMINATE
show your enemy by succeeding
DEVASTATE
when making major decisions, don’t be emotional
HESITATE
do this daily
EDUCATE
act as if until you
MAKE IT
don’t show the struggle
FAKE IT
all the
CONFUSION
is just an
ILLUSION
you know who you are suppose to be
don’t
HIDE
don’t
COMPROMISE
be
WISE
don’t be taken on a guilt trip
or made to feel as though you’re
MORALLY CORRUPT
if it’s meant to be it will
there is no such thing as
LUCK
be true to you
BELIEVE
put action behind your dreams
ACHIEVE
please
don’t stay
LOCKED
in the soap
BOX
Keep your
HEAD UP and you HEART OPEN.
DEDICATED TO THE TWO LOVES OF MY LIFE
TONY B. IRBY and ANTHONY S. IRBY
And to my mothers:
Barbara Hunter Jones
Norma Turner
Cora Lee Irby
I’d also like to thank:
Carl Weber Arvita Glenn Roy Glenn
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AT
MSANGELHUNTER@AOL.COM
A LETTER FROM ELSIE
Well, I’m back and it’s been a minute, we have some catching up to do. I’ve made a lot of changes in my life and I’m thinking it’s time to bring you up to speed.
There are also some new people you’ll be meeting this time around and the story will focus on them.
I think it’s time some new lessons are learned. Before you find out about these new people, we must play “catch-up.”
Me? Well, I’m no longer working with Crystal, Susan and Jewell at the law firm. I decided to move on and do something different, something I feel will make more of a difference in the lives of people. I’ve started a nonprofit organization.
My love life? Well, I’m still gay. I’m also single. Summer and I, as some of you may recall, are no longer together and a year later, I still struggle with that decision.
Crystal? Well, she and Lange called it off. Most of you know that when they first started messing around, he was a married man. It’s no secret that relationships that start off as affairs rarely work out.
Susan? She’s still drug-free and loving Timothy every day. Her life has definitely changed for the better. You never know what hidden addictions people have. That’s why you have to watch the ones you love closely. It was such a relief that things worked out for her because she was on a road of self-destruction. It goes to show that if you really want to change, you can.
And finally, Jewell, with her crazy ass? She has really grown up from the chewing gum, snapping her fingers and cursing-you-out female to a mature woman. When people grow, respect follows. She and King worked things out and moved in together to raise Tyson. She’s now a paralegal and couldn’t be happier.
So that brings us to today and the new group of women you’ll be meeting. Don’t fret, my old friends are still around and you will be hearing from them. But this time, like I said earlier, we’re going to focus o
n Bella, Faith, and Harmony and of course me.
Who are these people and where did they come from? They all have something to do with the Essence of Self Center, my nonprofit.
Bella is a pastor whose past continues to haunt her.
Faith remains in an adulterous marriage because of guilt.
Harmony is a young mother with three kids who is struggling to keep her family together.
I hope the ladies’ stories assist you on your journey of life and give you some insight into the everyday situations we all experience.
Keep Growing, Elsie
BELLA
Bella was lying in the bed with her eyes closed, naked. Her sexual urge had taken over once again and she couldn’t stop it.
No, she didn’t want to stop it.
She moved her fingers over her body, touching her breast, where she stayed for a brief moment, squeezing her nipples, making them as hard as possible. There was a time when men paid to do that, but now she did it to herself.
Her hands trailed down her stomach, stopping on her pussy. Did she really want to do this? Was it a sin? Even if it was she couldn’t stop if she wanted to.
It was time to feed the beast.
HARMONY
Harmony watched as Shareef came toward her. His dick was hard as a rock, sticking straight out, as if it was saying “hello.” She hoped he hadn’t taken one of those stay-hard-all-night-long pills again. His ass always wanted a session and she just wanted maintenance.
She knew just how to get this over with. She’d turn over, stick her ass in the air and open wide. That way when he approached the bed, she would be ready and it would also let him know that this is the position we’ll be doing tonight.
“Come hit this pussy,” she’d told him.
Harmony knew the dirtier she talked the quicker he would come.
FAITH
Faith’s pussy was exhausted and pulsating. In her fantasy with LL Cool J, he was doing it and doing it and doing it well.
She had taken in as much of him as she could. “Harder,” she told him, “deeper.” The deeper he thrust, the more aroused she became watching his Adonis-like body move inside her.
When she looked up at him, he licked those luscious lips of his and she knew it was about to be on.
It was a damn shame that it was just a fantasy and that she wasn’t an around the way girl.
It was also a shame that the man she married was never around when she needed him. She knew it was time to put an end to her marriage. If only she had the courage.
CHAPTER ONE
BELLA
Dear Journal,
I really need to let go of the past, I can’t continue to live nor dwell there.
I can’t continue to feel the guilt and the shame of what’s done and over with. Guilt will kill you and shame will hold you back. So why do I continue to do it? It’s so easy to not let go, but why do what’s easy.
I’ve never taken the easy way out before. Look at me, I’ve turned my life over to God because it’s said he forgives all, I preach forgiveness; I preach letting go and moving forward.
Why can’t I do it?
Peace and Blessings, Bella
Bella got into prostitution because she thought no one wanted her and that she wasn’t anyone special. Sex made her feel extraordinary. She had something men would pay for and yes, she admitted sometimes—even women.
This is why she did not preach on such topics as homosexuality because she had been there and done that—it was her belief that what mattered most is what’s in a person’s heart. She just wished others believed this as well because the world would then be a much better place.
The word had also gotten around how liberal her church was. You can come dressed up. You can come dressed down. You can come looking any way you like as long as you did not come naked and that was enough to pack a full house every Sunday. She was proud of this. Her ability to keep up made her uncertain.
Bella questioned whether she deserved the life she was living; based on her past, she felt she did not. She knew God forgave all sins, and if you let her tell it, her sins were of a magnitude that required constant prayer even years later. It was a good thing God was her savior because she didn’t think anyone else would know how to handle her.
Bella sat up in the bed. There was no way she was going back to sleep so she might as well do something productive, like clean the house before she went to the opening of the Essence of Self Center.
Insomnia is a bitch, Bella thought to herself, but not without adding, Lord, forgive me. Every now and then an occasional swear word came out, usually when she was alone. Once again, she asked for forgiveness. Sometimes Bella had to laugh to herself because it seemed like she was always asking for forgiveness. She wondered what her congregation would think of that.
Bella did the same thing in the same order every morning. She got on her knees and prayed for about thirty minutes, not that she timed her prayers. It just always worked out that way. It was like clockwork or maybe it was the inner workings of the Lord. Then she would pull out her Bible, read, take notes and work on her sermons.
Afterwards she would make herself a light breakfast and a cup of tea. She’d relax for a little while and then get up to do charity work or go on various appointments.
Bella couldn’t believe this was her life. She couldn’t believe that she wasn’t running from anyone, that she wasn’t hiding out, and that she wasn’t selling her body. All those things were in her past.
A miracle, that’s what she considered herself and her life.
Bella never had a childhood. If she did, she didn’t remember it. She actually didn’t remember anything prior to the third grade.
Where she lived, who she lived with, it was all a mystery to her. Who her parents were and what they looked like were also unknown.
Bella was all alone in the world. She never really had a place to call home. She’d never really had a family to call her own. She never had much of anything. She grew up feeling like it was her against the world. Now she felt like it was her and God trying to conquer the world.
What she did remember is going from home to home as a foster child, being either abused, mistreated, or made to feel as though she were a maid.
One family she stayed with made it no secret that they were just in it for a check. They never took her anywhere, bought her the basics of the basics, the necessities, and that was that. She yearned for love. She yearned for someone to tell her she was worthwhile and that she meant the world to them. This never happened. There were many nights when she lay in bed crying and wondering why she was even born.
When Bella turned fourteen, she decided enough was enough. She was fed up with being an afterthought. She decided to make a plan and run away. I can take care of myself. Bella figured that what her foster parents did for her she could do for herself. She looked older than her age, so finding a job shouldn’t be that difficult. She could go to school during the daytime and work at night.
All she had to do was come up with some money that would tie her over until she got settled. She needed money now, she needed money yesterday. Babysitting was one way. She couldn’t really think of another, unless it involved stealing.
Bella thought about the girls she went to school with. The girls everyone wanted to be around, who always had on the fly gear. These girls boosted for a living. They would find out what people wanted from the mall, take orders, go steal it and charge them half of what they would normally pay. From what she heard in the hallways, they were making a large profit.
Bella wondered if that was something she could do and get away with. Would they say yes to her if she went up to them and asked if she could be down? Would they laugh or would they kick her ass?
She didn’t know but she was willing to find out. Her life, her very existence depended on it.
Before approaching them and asking if she could be a part of their posse, Bella decided she would try her hand at stealing, to see if it was even somethin
g she could do on her own.
She chose a Saturday to attempt it. She was home alone the majority of the day. All she had to do was sneak out, catch the bus to the mall, and proceed from there.
That whole week, she’d been collecting change from around the house and taking a dollar here, five dollars there out of her foster mom’s purse and as luck would have it, one of the neighbors came by Friday in need of an emergency babysitter.
“Please, can I do it?” Bella begged. She was certain her foster parents would say no; after all, they didn’t let her do much of anything.
To her surprise, they said yes. When she thought about it later, she shouldn’t have been surprised, because she knew to them it meant more time for her to be out of their way.
That evening she watched the clock. Every time she looked up only fifteen minutes had passed. So to make the time go by quicker, Bella went to her room and tried to lay down for a nap.
As she was dozing off, her foster mom walked in her room. She never knocked; after all this was her house, she was fond of saying over and over.
“Aren’t you supposed to be babysitting?”
Bella looked at the clock, it was time for her to leave.
As she walked to the neighbor’s house, Bella tried to think of things she was going to do with their two kids, who were six and four. She hoped they knew how to entertain themselves.