TYCE 3

by Shareef Jaudon

  TYCE

  3

  COPYRIGHT

  January 31, 2012

  By

  Shareef Jaudon

  Write Now Books

  L o s A n g e l e s, C A

  D e n v e r, C O

  Text copy written 2012 by Shareef Jaudon

  TYCE

  3

  BY

  SHAREEF JAUDON

  This book is dedicated to all those lookin’ for love. I hope you find it. For those that have it…try not to lose it.

  5

  4

  3

  2

  1

  Let’s do it!

  With Child

  I had one month to go until the big event. June 13th was the day Dr. Rosent said I would officially become a mommy, but what the hell did she know? I knew enough of my girlfriends that were either weeks early or weeks late when it came to going into labor. So, I was of the opinion that only God and my baby knew when the time was right for him or her to push their way into the world stretching my tight pocket pussy out in the process. I thought about having a C-section birth to avoid all the pushing and sweating but reconsidered after I heard about the recovery time. The last thing I wanted to do was spend weeks recouping and walking around like an elderly cowgirl. I figured fucking, peeing, and bleeding weren’t the only functions of my vagina. Despite the deceivingly snug hole, it was made to push a baby out, head shoulders and all.

  I didn’t know if I was excited, anxious, or scared shitless! I guess it was a combination of all three emotions wrapped up in one big ass nerve wrecking burrito! A part of me was eagerly waiting for the first moment I laid eyes on my baby, while another part of me was terrified at the thought of becoming a mother.

  Did I have what it took to be a good mom?

  Could I teach my child right from wrong when I still did wrong myself?

  Would he or she be healthy?

  What the hell was I supposed to do with another tiny human being that depended solely on me?

  Was I ready for this?

  Over the past several months I’d gone through an obstacle course of different feelings and emotions. The overwhelming one that unexpectedly moved into my heart was love. It felt odd to love someone that I’d never seen or heard. But, nonetheless, I absolutely without a shred of a doubt loved this child growing inside of me with every iota of my soul. If someone told me that I would have to die for this child to live, I would say fuck it, and lay down my life. It was as if my love was growing right along with the baby. Don’t get it twisted. There were days I when wanted to slap myself in the stomach and check that baby for kicking me in my ribs! Some mornings I just wanted to reach up in my womb and yank it out of there!

  My lower back hurt, my legs ached, I got heartburn every other night, my energy level was low, and I couldn’t wait for the day when I could finally sleep on my stomach again.

  Being pregnant was no joke! I had a newfound respect for all of the mother’s out there, including my own. Our relationship had been severely damaged when I turned 16 because I thought I was grown. I didn’t have a bad childhood, or an abusive home. As a matter of fact it was just the opposite. Although I never knew my dad, my mom was more than adequate as a parent. She played dual roles as my mother and father. There was no shortage of love and affection coming from my mom. I just wanted to do my own thing and follow my own set of rules at an early age, and there was nothing she could do about it. That just goes to show you that parents can do all they can for you, but at the end of the day it’s up to you whether you listen or not. So I can’t blame my mother for anything that happened to me. It was my stupid ass decision to run away from home at 16.

  I sat in the Lazy Boy recliner Tyce bought me a few months ago watching Teen Mom on MTV. I couldn’t stand that one bitch Janelle. She was as dumb as a box of blonde hair! Thank God Tyce wasn’t anything like retarded ass Kiefer.

  “Ms. Angelique, do you need anything else before I leave for the evening?”

  Carmela walked quietly into the family room. She made it a point to stand to the left a little so she wouldn’t block the T.V.

  “No thank you Carmela I’m fine. Hey, these nachos are the business! I almost bit my wrist I was eatin’ so fast.” I pointed to the plate resting on the top of my round stomach.

  Carmela gave an approving smile, “Thank you senora. I make the tortilla chips from scratch. That’s the secret.”

  “Well they are delicious. Are there any left over?”

  “Yes. I put the chips in a zip lock bag to keep them fresh. The salsa is in the fridge along with everything else.”

  I put a crispy chip in my mouth topped with a ripe avocado. “Good cuz I’ll be eating another plate here in a lil bit.”

  “Help yourself senora. You need to eat to keep up your strength, especially in your last month. Mr. Adkins told me to bring you some bottled water with your dinner. I’ll get one for you now.”

  “He said what!” I narrowed my eyebrows in frustration.

  Carmela held back a laugh and just shrugged her shoulders with her palms up.

  “Bring me a cream soda from my secret stash and

  I’ll let you leave an hour early tomorrow.” I whispered.

  Carmela winked at me, “Okay senora.”

  Tyce was constantly on me to drink more water. He bought a book about pregnancy and read that thing cover to cover three times! He swore he knew all there was to know about having a baby. This whole water thing came from a chapter that said if you drink lots of water your baby and you will have healthy beautiful skin. Now-he was the water police, and that shit was getting on my last nerve. I tried to explain to him that the baby wanted cream soda not Aqua Fina. He said he didn’t want no ashy baby, I couldn’t help but laugh at his silly ass. He was so cute. I think he was just as excited as me about our new package which was scheduled to arrive in four weeks…give or take.

  Mr. And Mrs. Stout

  The Range Rover dealership was nearly empty except for an obnoxious white couple staring impatiently at the tall salesman who was trying to be courteous and professional. They watched him closely as he spoke quietly to his sales manager at a glass desk in the far corner of the elaborate show room. I looked around and didn’t see anybody else working so I just took a seat behind the wheel of the pearl white Range Rover Sport and waited. I’d just come from Sway’s gym after a light sparring session. I was still wearing black shorts with a matching T-shirt and the customary black and red Jordan’s with the proper socks riding low on my ankles. Personally, I thought I looked like an athlete, but I guess to the manager and the 6’3 salesman…I looked like I was riding the bench.

  “April, I’m telling you if he doesn’t come back here and say we’re approved for the loan…he’s going to get an ear full!” The man’s black hair shook slightly as he stomped his foot.

  His wife adjusted her glasses, “Greg and Sheryl got approved just yesterday and they don’t make nearly as much as we do. I don’t know what the hell is taking so long!”

  “I know, I know. Greg is a flipping contractor for Pete’s sake and Sheryl is barely a secretary!”

  Her husband put his hands on his hip. “I’ll tell you one thing honey. I’m not paying full price and I refused to pay over seven hundred a month. I also want full trade in value for our Pathfinder!”

  “You’re absolutely right Richard.” She tapped her foot on the shiny floor as her brown eyes narrowed in on their target. “Here he comes now honey.”

  I grinned to myself as I watched the salesman approach the happy couple. He stroked his tie with his left hand and held a piece of paper with his right. His eyes scanned the document as he walked up to them.

  “Mr. and Mrs. Stout, I have good news. I can get you approved for a loan.” He smiled at them
.

  “Well, of course we qualify.” Richard replied smugly.

  The salesman stroked his thick salt and pepper mustache. “Yes Mr. Stout, you do. What I would need from you is ten thousand dollars down, and we are prepared to give you five thousand dollars for your trade in. That would put you at a payment of eight seventy two a month on a 60 month purchase loan. Now, you wouldn’t be able to get the new Range Rover Sport, but we could get you in one that was just returned from a 24 month lease. What do you think?”

  April snarled, “I think that’s ridiculous!”

  “You want us to take a used Range Rover and cough up ten grand?” Richard pointed his thick finger toward the truck I was sitting in. “We want that one for no money down!”

  The salesman sighed heavily and shook his head. He didn’t even look at the glossy SUV; his eyes remained focused on Richard.

  “Mr. and Mrs. Stout, you simply don’t earn enough money and your credit score isn’t high enough to qualify for no money down. That kind of loan would raise your payments to well over a thousand a month, and your credit score is about 75 points too low to qualify for that model.”

  With blushed red cheeks, April turned to her husband. “We can’t very well pull up to our house with a two year old model while Greg and Sheryl ride around in a brand spanking new Range Rover Sport!”

  “Don’t worry honey. We’re not leaving here without that truck!”

  BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP. The trumpet sound of the horn echoed throughout the vast showroom. I was laughing as I took my hand off the middle of the steering wheel. I wanted to get the attention of the salesman but all three of them walked over to me.

  “Excuse me sir, my apologies. I didn’t see you sitting inside, but if you would be so kind as to wait a few moments I’ll be right with you.” Mr. Thick mustache put on his winning smile impression.

  I felt the giggle rising up from my chest and before I could stop it-the laughter came spewing out all in their faces.

  Richard’s nostrils flared, “What the hell is so funny? We’re trying to conduct a sale here and you’re rudely interrupting!”

  “Why don’t you go back to the basketball court and practice dunking!” His angry wife flipped her hand at me like she was swatting away flies.

  Mr. Stout placed his hand on the hood of the Rover, “Like I said, we’re trying to conduct a sale on this baby right her, so we would appreciate it if you would get out of the driver’s seat!”

  My laughter ceased but the smile was still on my face. I casually opened the door, slid out of the cream colored leather seat and stood up.

  I approached them nonchalantly. “You aint tryna buy this truck.” I said lazily.

  Mr. Stout huffed. “We most certainly are!”

  I shook my head, “Let me give you some free advice, since that seems to be the only thing you can afford.” This time I put my hand on the polished hood. “If you can truly afford to buy a car…you don’t need credit.”

  That comment took his breath away momentarily. His wife was also stunned at my commentary. She looked at him then turned her gaze back to me. She ran her fingers through her long blond hair and cocked her head to the side irritatingly. Mr. Salesman smiled at my accurate statement.

  “What the hell do you know about what we can afford? I’ll bet dollars to donuts that you can’t even afford the key chain! That’s why you’ve been sitting in the truck for the last ten minutes dreaming about what it would feel like to drive this seventy thousand dollar automobile. All you’re ever going to do is dream!”

  Out came that laughter again. I couldn’t help it. “Actually, I’ve been sitting inside trying to decide what size rims I’m gonna put on it. April, what do you think, 20’s or 22’s?”

  She just stared at me flabbergasted with her mouth slightly opened showing her pretty white teeth.

  “I know. It’s a hard decision huh?” I nodded my head.

  “Never mind this arrogant ass hole! Now let’s get back to business. We need to structure this deal so that you get the sale and we get the truck we want. Now, I’m sure we can run some numbers and make this work.” Mr. Stout reached in the pocket of his khakis and pulled out his check book.

  I reached in the pocket of my baggy shorts and pulled out a cashier’s check for the amount of $78,372.44. I called ahead and found out the exact amount I needed to buy the Range Rover out right.

  I smiled at the shocked salesman. “I’ll pay the four hundred dollar dealer handling fee in cash.”

  Mr. and Mrs. Stout were speechless. Both of their mouths were open like a patient at the dentist.

  I pointed to the salesman. “I’ma need you to throw that key chain in for free. Deal?”

  “You got it Mr…”

  “Adkins.”

  He shook my hand emphatically. “Yes Sir Mr. Adkins, I’ll get started on the paperwork right away!”

  I seen April wet her lips with the tip of her pink tongue. From the moment I pulled the folded up check from my pocket she couldn’t take her eyes off me. I winked at her; not caring that her Ivy League drop out husband was standing there staring a hole in my forehead.

  “I bet you wish I would dunk you huh?”

  I walked away shaking my head. Little did they know, but I’d just purchased a brand new Range Rover Sport with the money from two insurance claims. One was for my old Range that was shot to hell by Lincoln and T. J. and the other was from my recently wrecked Jeep. So actually the Range didn’t cost me anything.

  Damn, I loved going to the dealership. I always had a good time.

  Remember Me

  “Will that be cash or charge?”

  “Cash.”

  Dallas put her purse on the glass counter next to the register at a swank boutique in Beverly Hills. This was her daily routine. Shopping filled the daylight hours while crowded clubs passed the lonely endless nights. These days she was on the VIP list of all the hottest public clubs as well as the private parties that a select few were invited to. She was known to all the men that ran in those circles by her club name.

  Raine was a beautiful, sexy woman that took pleasure in teasing and flirting with men…and women. Despite her flaunting ways, no one had tasted her sweet nectar, or so much as smelled her perfume scented pussy. Contrary to her former profession-she’d remained celibate for the past seven months.

  Only one man could quench the growing thirst between her legs and he wasn’t answering her calls. There was only one person her heart called out for 24 hours a day. No matter how many men she met, danced with, or entertained for a second or an hour. They didn’t have an eighth of the swag and charisma that he possessed.

  So as she carried two full shopping bags filled with designer clothes and accessories her thoughts remained fixed on him. Dusty purple lip gloss shimmered in the bright sunlight. Loose flowing curls framed her russet colored face. High heels clicked on concrete as her short shapely legs propelled her toward her newly purchased Audi convertible. In spite of her watertight exterior,

  Dallas was a tangled knot of mixed emotions on the inside. Academy awards should be given to women that acted like everything was all peachy when in fact everything was fucked up. Each day was a bad day and it was about to get worse as she noticed an anti sexy man who looked like he’d just found Mr. T’s lost treasure chest coming her way. A cheap gold ring was on each of his sweaty fingers as he rubbed his bumpy chin.

  “Damn baby you lookin’ fine as frog’s hair. Can I give you a ride somewhere? I don’t care if you goin’ all the way to Egypt. I’ll take you there!”

  Dallas slowed her stroll a bit. “Now what makes you think I would downgrade?”

  Mr. Mack Daddy had the top four buttons of his yellow silk shirt undone revealing his hairy chest. He bounced his chest muscles up and down before he replied.

  “Girl, I drive a Benz, so you wouldn’t be downgradin’ to shit.”

  “I wasn’t talkin’ ‘bout your car. I was talkin’ ‘bout you.”

  Her admirer snarled.
“Damn you aint gotta be so mean. You a cold hearted ass bitch!”

  Dallas gave an unflinching stare. “You have no muthafuckin’ idea.”

  Coupled Up

  Who can argue with a pregnant woman? I didn’t even attempt it, although there were times I wanted to snap, crackle, and pop off at Angelique. I just reminded myself that she was entitled to have an attitude cuz she was carrying my seed in her womb, and that was the most important job in the world. So what if she cussed me out when I brought her water instead of soda. Never mind that she rolled her eyes when I told her she still looked beautiful although she’d gained like 37 pounds. I could careless that we hadn’t had sex for the past three month’s cuz she just wasn’t in a sexual mood. We would be back to humping like high school kids in no time, but for now, she was having my baby…and that was just fine with me.