"Momma said that white people don't really like black people because they all afraid that one day black people are gonna all come together and take over everything. Maybe that's why they always lock black people up in jail?"
Lil' Norman shrugged, "I'm not sure about all that. I seen plenty of black people get locked up for being drunk, and it was black cops that locked them up. Some people get themselves in trouble, no matter what color they are."
"Momma says it’s the white people who push them to do stupid stuff," Reese responded.
"That's because Momma is from Georgia, she seen all the wrong kind of white people," Norman said as he walked back over to Reese'sbed.
"So, why don't you like your mom's new friend?" Reese asked again as his feet swung back and forth off the side of the bed. "He ain't my mother's friend," Lil' Norman snipped, "he's nobody."
Seeing that this was something Lil' Norman didn’t want to discuss, Reese changed the subject. He looked over at his younger brother, D.J., who was sleeping soundly in the middle of the bed with his thumb resting within a biting distance away from is mouth. Reese nudged Lil' Norman and pointed to D.J. holding up his thumb. Whispering, he said, "Watch, in a minute he gonna suck on his thumb."
They watched intently, second by second and as if guided by someinvisible cord, D.J's thumb made its way towards his mouth and he began sucking on it. Both kids said, "Oooooh!" and turned away as if D.J. had just eaten a bowl of worms.
When their laughter faded, Reese brought up another subject he knew Lil' Norman would be interested in, hoping to keep him distracted from thinking about his mother and Hood for a little while longer. "Tasha is coming here next month."
Lil' Norman sat up, "She is?"
"Yup. She's coming over to spend some time with Momma." Lil' Norman's eyes grew larger, "Im’a marry your cousin one day." "She's way too old for you. Tasha is twelve, and you’re only eight.
You wouldn't have nothing to talk about."
"So. I'm a still marry her."
"Just because she thinks you’re cute," Reese pointed out, "doesn't mean that she's gonna marry you." He then walked across the room andturned on the television.
Lil' Norman considered his argument. "So tell me why Tasha alwayswants to play with my hair? What about that?"
Reese waved his words off, "That's what girls do. They jump rope, and play with dolls, and play with boys' hair. Besides, Tasha is really pretty. And all girls like that marry rich guys with nice cars. And you ain't got no money, and no car, neither."
"I know, Reese. That's why I'm gonna be rich. I'll have all of that, and you’re gonna be right there by my side. And your cousin Tasha is gonna be my wifey standing on my other side," he said confidently.
"Bet you she won't," Reese said, extending his hand.
"Bet!" Lil' Norman replied as they slapped hands and then locked their pinky fingers.
"What are we betting?" Reese asked.
"If I win you gotta buy me an Asian Tiger."
"How can I get you one of those? You can't just go to no pet store and get you a tiger."
"That's not my problem," Lil' Norman said. "Besides, if I win the betwe will be so rich that money won't matter."
"Whew," Reese said as he pretended to wipe the sweat from his forehead. "And if I win..." Reese’s mind soared. "If I win... I want a million dollars. I want it laid out all over my bed. Twenties, fifties, and hundreds, all of them with the president's face down so that he don't see how much money I got. "
Later that night...
"Thank you very much for dinner, and the movie. It was very nice. It's been such a long time since I've been out on the town, really enjoying myself," Pamela said, as she relaxed herself into the comfortable embrace of the car seat.
"Anything, anyway, anytime for you, beautiful," Hood said, startingthe engine and slowly making his way out of the parking spot. "I still don't know how a woman as beautiful as yourself ain't got no man in herlife."
Pamela's eyes were focused outside the car, looking off into the colors of the streetlights and the passing people into the night. "I had a man, a long time ago. But, somebody..." she stopped herself. "He left us. Now it's just me and my son." All she could muster was a slight, fake smile; the muscles in her face just didn't want to cooperate.
Hood looked over at her as he drove through the parking lot, "I'm talking about a man that can bring you the other pleasures in life." "Are you saying a sex partner, or a lover?"
Hood shrugged, "Both. A woman has needs. If she denies herself those needs, the rest of her life will suffer. That's just basic science."
"Science, huh?" Pamela said as her eyes met his. "Well, to be honest, I haven't found a man who could keep up with me."
"Is that right?" Hood said, feeling his member growing hard inside his pants. Pamela smiled seductively, saying nothing.
Hood slowly reached over and placed his hand on her leg. And although it made her sick, she did nothing to stop him. Her plan for revenge was working perfectly.
Licking her lips seductively, she sat back, letting Hood maneuver his hand towards her skirt. Slowly, as they drove quietly down the street, his hand crept to the inside of her thigh, and moved towards her panties. And she went with it. This was all part of the sell.
His fingers became wet as they rubbed in and out of her. Hood couldhardly control himself.
With her eyes tightly closed and her head resting back on the headrest, she remained speechless. In her mind she was imagining somebody else touching her; being inside of her ... making her drip with ecstasy. Pamela knew that whatever happened between them tonight wouldn't be about love at all. This was simply business... the business ofrevenge.
Pamela slowly opened her eyes and noticed the large bulge in his pants. She smiled again, licking her lips slowly in another gesture of desire. Hood's eyes were filled with a primal hunger; true lust and no emotion.
"So you think that you're the one who can finally keep up with me?"
Hood stopped the car at a red light and looked directly into her watery eyes. "Girl, you've been waiting your whole life to meet me."
He had no idea how correct he really was.
As the light changed, he eased forward, doing what he could to keep the moment alive. She laid her head back again, closing her eyes as his fingers played between her legs. She turned her hips towards him just a bit, to make it easier for him to touch her. She had him right where she wantedhim. The only thoughts going through his mind were of sex with her.
As they drove, she began to moan softly. She hated herself for it, but she was actually enjoying his touch. She convinced herself that it was all an act and she was just going through the motions. Pamela moaned again, thinking that she could act with the best that Hollywood had to offer. Pleasuring men was her specialty. There was no fantasy that she could not grant.
As the moans continued, Hood began to grin because he thought that shewas the one who was falling for him. That he was the one in complete control. He figured that later that night he would be peeling her clothes off, giving her what she needed more than anything else.
Her thoughts were of Norman, touching her as he had done so perfectly; teaching her about her body while Hood was thinking about penetrating deep inside of her, deeper than anyone had ever gone before.
Visions of Norman's face glided back and forth in Pamela's mind, making it seem as though his fingers were the ones inside of her. For just a moment, the thirst for revenge took a backseat to the image of her lover. Norman was there to protect her...if only for a few fleeting moments.
Chapter Four
Momma was sitting in a chair looking out the front window when she sawthe black Mercedes Benz pull up and park outside of Pamela's house. Without moving from her chair, she watched Pamela and Hood get out of the car and go inside the house. There was something about that man that she didn't like.
An eerie, uncomfortable feeling would enter her whenever Hood came around. Momma had seen his type many times. She
knew danger when she saw it; cocky, arrogant and very sneaky were the common traits of a devious man and Hood had them all.
Still, she never interfered with any of the men Pamela would bring around. She knew that Pamela was a grown woman and respected herspace.
Momma stood up and walked over to the TV. She turned it off and walked upstairs to check on the boys. Opening the bedroom door, she sawthat D.J. was asleep while Norman and Reese were lying next to each other watching TV.
"Boys, ya'll turn that TV off and get ready for bed," she said in a hushed whisper, careful not to awaken D.J.
"Momma, is Norman spending the night again?" Reese asked excitedly.
"Yes, Norman is staying over here tonight," she answered, looking atReese, then over at Norman. "Your mother will come and get you in the morning." The two boys looked at each other and happily smiled.
Norman would spend the night at least three nights out of the week as Momma's house had become his second home.
"Make sure ya'll say your prayers before ya'll get into bed. And Norman," Momma hesitated, waiting for his response. "Yes, Momma?" he answered, sensing what was coming.
"Don't you be sneaking out of the house and going home to check on your mother. She has company over. She'll be just fine." Norman didn't respond. He just sat there and sadly shook his head. "I love ya'll," Momma said.
"We love you, too, Momma," they both said in unison.
After she turned and walked out of the room, closing the door behind her, Reese clicked the TV off with the remote. The two boys got on theirknees beside the bed for their prayers. Side by side they kneeled and bowed their heads.
"Thank you, God," Norman started, "for giving us another perfect day. Thank you for Momma, D.J., Reese, my mother and Tasha."
With both eyes tightly shut, Reese couldn't help but smile. "And God," Norman continued, "can you continue to watch over us all; especially my mother? Amen." Then he and Reese got off their knees and climbed back into bed.
"You sneakin' out tonight?" Reese asked in a whisper.
"I don't know. Maybe."
"You know Momma might come back and check on us?" "I know, Reese. But it's hard for me to go to sleep without making sure my mother is okay," he said in a serious tone. "If you do," Reese cautioned, "then do it fast and come back, so Momma won't catch you."
"Okay. Now go to sleep," Norman agreed, placing both hands, fingers interlocked, behind his head as he stared up at the ceiling. All he could think about was his mother being alone in the house with that man,Hood; a man that he didn't like or trust.
Inside a small row house in South Philadelphia, Jay and his cousin, Mick, were enjoying all the sexual pleasure they could imagine from their three female guests that they met at a downtown club. Drinks had led to dancing, which led to some drugs, which left them together for the last two days in what could be considered a private orgy.
Jay and Mick were two lower-level street hustlers that worked in a drug organization run by Hood. But even the bottom feeders in a drug organization made enough money to have some fun.
Money constantly went through their hands, and plenty of women went in and out of their beds.
Jay watched with a wry smile on his face, as Mick and the three girls took turns pleasing each other. Four naked, hot-blooded bodies writhed around on the large king-sized bed like mating snakes, their limbs and bodies intertwined so that it was hard to tell what limb belonged to whatbody.
Jay turned away to the makeshift bar. Bottles of half empty Moet were strewn around the room, on the dressers, chairs, and a few overturned on the floor in a reeking puddle of stale wine.
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Jay walked unsteadily over to the dresser and while leaning heavily upon its edge he wiped the sex-induced sheen of sweat from his forehead and scratched his throat, carelessly moving the heavy gold chain.
He leaned forward, holding his chain out of the way as he picked up one of the blue straws. Jay skillfully inserted the straw into his left nostril, while he plugged the other one with his thumb, then he deeply inhaled as he moved the straw around the pile of white powder. Instantly moving the straw to his right nostril, he repeated the process.
He dropped the straw back onto the plate and held the edge of thedresser with both hands, as the rush raced through him in waves from headto toe.
His heart raced and his breathing pattern slowed up to a point where he found it difficult to breathe normal. The rush was instantaneous, sweeping through him, causing his erection to pound as if his veins had been filled with radioactive energy. He wiped away the residual powder on his nose and rubbed it on his gums, licking slowly so as not to waste any. He turned back to his cousin, Mick, and the three naked women, nodding hishead.
After a few more hours, the mixture of wild sex, video cameras, cocaine, and champagne, took its toll on all of them. They showered and thenstumbled their way outside as the women were loading themselves into a red BMW. As Jay and Mick leaned against the door the women waved goodbye. Once they were gone, the smiles drained from their faces and they headed back inside and up the stairs. The door slamming shut behind them.
"Jay, we gotta call them bitches again next week," Mick said as they entered the bedroom and Jay made his way into the large closet across theroom.
When Jay didn't respond, Mick said, "Jay, you hear me?"
Jay still said nothing. Mick walked over to the closet and stood next to Jay. "Man, what?" His eyes looked down at the empty shoe box. His eyes widened as his pulse jumped to a dangerous rate.
"Fucking bitches!" Jay said to himself. "Fuck!"
Mick couldn't believe what he was looking at. The empty shoe box used to contain $92,000. And that wasn't even the worst part; they owed
Hood $65,000 of it. That empty box looked more like a coffin now.
Staring down at the empty box, they realized the severity of the situation. Jay suddenly kicked the empty box across the room. Mick started to sweat and his stomach started to churn.
"We were being played the whole fucking time," Jay said flatly. "Those bitches set us up."
Mick turned around, walking to the center of the room that was nowspinning round him. "Jay we gotta go and find them bitches."
Jay said nothing as he walked over to the bed and reached underneath. Seconds later he was checking the magazine on a nickel-plated .45 caliber pistol that looked as if it was specifically designed for an occasion just like this.
Jay nodded to himself and then turned toward Mick. Slowly he spoke, "We have to go and get Hood's money back."
Click-click!
Nothing more was said and they quickly dressed and raced out the front door. There was nothing that needed to be said. If they didn't get Hood's money back they wouldn't live long enough to consider analternative.
For Jay and Mick, this was a do or die situation.
Chapter Five
"Please make yourself at home," Pamela said, emphasizing the sway in her hips as she ascended the stairs. "I'll be right back," she added as she looked over her shoulder, with a teasing smile and a wink.
Hood watched as she walked away. He felt the growing ache in his groin and felt the growing tightness of his shaft; his mind was already making love to the beautiful woman going up the stairs. He smiled at the image in his mind and watched with lustful intent until she was out of sight, up the steps and down the hallway. He turned and removed his jacket and laid it across the arm of the sofa.
As he stood looking around the walls at the artwork and photographs, he saw the obvious love that Pamela had for her son. There were nearly a hundred photographs depicting his life from the cradle to the present time. Hood had to admit, she had a nice looking kid.
He continued to look around, amazed that she had invited him insidetonight. Usually, after all of their other dates, she refus
ed to invite him in. She would kiss him promisingly on the lips and then swish her tail into thehouse; tonight was different. Tonight she had invited him inside with an unspoken promise of a lust-filled night he would not soon forget.
Tonight, Pamela's game of cold, sweet revenge was almost over and Hood had no idea that he was her number one victim. It had taken weeks of planning and scheming, setting her trap, and if all went well, Hood would never walk out of her house alive.
Hood stood transfixed, staring at the lifetime of photos of the little boy who had spent his entire lifetime in the presence of the most beautiful woman he had ever seen and shared time with. He had never really loved a woman in his life; they were there for his use and he used and discarded them like yesterdays newspaper. But Pamela was different. She was everything he had ever wanted in a woman. He felt that if a woman existed on the face of the planet that he could, and would love and cherish,Pamela was the one.
He turned at the sound of her footsteps on the stairs, his breath caught in his throat and his heartbeat sped up like a runaway train. His mouthgrew dry and his eyes bugged out of his head and refused to believe what they saw.
Standing just a few feet away, Pamela was dressed in a pink nighty that brought his lust into full bloom. His dick began to grow. He began to breathe again and his heartbeat resumed. Her hair hung down her back in a long ponytail and her new French perfume quickly filled the room and his senses. He had never felt so turned on in all his life. He knew he had to have this woman tonight, or he’d go insane. There was something about her that no other woman, which he’d ever known, possessed. In his eyes, she was the ultimate seductress.
Pamela noticed the large bulge inside Hood's pants and grinned seductively. "Is that for me?" she asked, teasingly, her voice low and sexy. "Every single inch," he replied, moving toward her.
"Well, I sure hope you know what you're doing with all that," she teased, licking her lips hungrily.
Hood watched her walk past him and she began to turn out all the lights. When they were all off, she took one of his hands and tugged at it. "Follow me," she said, escorting him up the stairs.
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