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  “Her name is Daphne Reynolds and she’s 41 years old.” Pamela passed me a 5x7 picture of her.

  “How old is this picture?” I stared at her face.

  “Just a few days.”

  “Oh, ok good. Thanks mom.”

  “No problem.”

  Pamela passed me a yellow post it note with an address written neatly on it.

  I winked at her. “Damn you work fast.”

  “When it comes to my family you bet your butt I do.” She returned the wink with one of her own.

  Knock Knock

  After a long day I was finally relaxing in my leather lazy boy recliner enjoying a cigarette and a cold beer. I was watching the movie Boys In The Hood. It was at the part when Rickey was about to get blasted but instead of the sound of a gunshot. I heard my doorbell ring instead. I grabbed my gun off the coffee table and cautiously walked to the door. No one ever came by my house unannounced. I knew when someone was coming over to visit my shit.

  I put my right eye to the peep hole not believing who I saw standing in the light of the porch. For a second I thought about not opening the door, but again, curiosity got the best of me.

  I opened the door. “Whatchu doin’ here Dallas?”

  She was obviously dressed less to impress. Her ass was barely contained in the micro boy shorts she wore not to mention I could see the imprint of her nipples thru her thin white T-shirt. Six inch heels completed the sexy ensemble as she posed with one hand on her round hip.

  “I came to see you.”

  “For what?” I cocked my head to the side.

  “Because I miss you and I need to talk.”

  “Talk about what?”

  Dallas paused for a second softening her eyes as she stared at me.

  “Us. Tyce I wanna talk about us. Can I please come inside?”

  I rubbed the light hair on my chin. “This is mighty bold of you to show up here like this. How you know Angelique aint here with me?”

  “A little birdie named Khalil said he heard she got arrested last week, so I took a chance and came over. I was worried about you and how you’re holdin’ up with a new born all by yourself. I didn’t believe it when he told me she was fighting with the police. What the hell happened?”

  I was still standing in the doorway. “Somebody set her up and she wasn’t happy about it. That’s what happened.”

  “Do you know who it was?” Concern was on her face.

  “Naw not yet, but I’m workin’ on it.”

  We stood face to face sharing an awkward silence.

  “Soooo, are you gonna let me in or not?”

  I sighed before I answered. “Yeah come in.”

  I closed the door behind her and turned my gaze to her ass as she strolled pass the entrance and into the front room. She walked around like she owned the place displaying a gentle shift of her hips as she moved through her former residence.

  “I see you’re still as cautious as ever.”

  She said over her shoulder referring to the gun in my hand.

  “You know me. I stay ready…” She cut me off.

  “So you don’t hafta get ready.” She said as she walked over to the couch.

  “Exactly.” I followed her lead sitting in my chair opposite her.

  “So where’s your bundle of joy?” Dallas looked at the empty baby swing.

  “I had a few things to take care of, so I had someone watch her for a little while.”

  “Oh, that’s too bad. I was really looking forward to meeting her. I know she’s as good lookin’ as her handsome daddy.”

  “Actually she looks a lot like her mother.”

  “Is that right?” Dallas raised an arched eyebrow.

  “Yeah, she’s gonna be a heart breaker when she grows up.” I said proudly.

  “Hmmm jus’ like her daddy huh?” Dallas looked directly at me when she made that comment.

  At first I chose not to respond to that little snide remark but then I said what the hell. Why hold my tongue in my own shit?

  “Dallas you fucked up, not me. You the one who caught a bad case of the fibs and tried to play a nigga. All you had to do was play your position and shit woulda been lovely. Yo’ ass was so wrapped up in what Angelique was doin’ you forgot to concentrate on doin’ you.” I grabbed another cigarette and lit it.

  “Can I have one?” She asked quietly.

  I grabbed another cigarette and extended my arm. She got up and sashayed over to me.

  “Would you mind lighting it for me?”

  I looked up at her beautiful face and noticed her eyes were a little misty. After I lit her cigarette, she took a long drag and remained standing in front of me.

  “I know I fucked up baby and I can’t tell you how truly sorry I am. But you gotta know I thought I was really protecting you from a no good woman. I thought she was really cheating on you! You don’t deserve that. You’re too good to be with an unfaithful bitch and that’s what I thought she was!”

  The tears came streaming down her brown blushed out cheeks.

  “Love makes you do crazy shit sometimes. I admit I fucked up ok. I fucked up! I fucked up!!! But damn can a bitch get a second chance? Tell me what to do and I’ll do it! Anything to prove to you how sorry I am! What can I do?”

  The internal sprinkler system was on high as she stood in front of me crying her eyes out. She took another puff of her cigarette and sat down on the arm of the chair. Her body was so close to mine that I could smell her perfume scented deodorant.

  Dallas sniffed. “Tyce I miss you so much. Do you miss me?”

  Damn, why did she have to ask that question?

  “You know what Dallas. I do miss you, but I don’t miss the feelin’ I had when I found out you tried to trap me.” I wiped her tears away.

  She took one last drag from her cigarette and suddenly put it out in the ash tray sitting on the table next to the oversized chair.

  “We can move past that baby.” She held my face in her soft hands. “I’ll never lie to you again.”

  The arm of the chair was abandoned and my empty lap was the new cushion for her round ass. She put her face inches away from mine.

  “I’m not askin’ you to say yes right now. I’m jus’ askin’ you not to say no right now. Can you at least think about givin’ me another chance?”

  The subtle warm breeze from her pretty mouth blew past her red lips landing on my face as she spoke. Our noses were centimeters apart now as she made her apologetic plea. The back of my head sunk into the chair as I attempted to put some distance between us, but she moved with me like our necks were handcuffed together.

  Dallas whispered. “Don’t run baby.”

  I felt her hand slide down my forearm and then her fingers pulled the burning cigarette from my hand placing it in the ash tray. She then took hold of my hand guiding it slowly up her thigh and finally letting my palm rest on her slightly exposed ass.

  “You miss that too don’t you?”

  Her bottom lip lightly touched the tip of my nose.

  The alarm clock in my pants went off and my dick woke up from a nap and stretched.

  “When’s the last time you had some pussy, huh?”

  Her eyes were barely open as she asked me that question.

  “Hmmmm how long has it been since you got that big black dick wet? A man like you should have the best in house pussy on the planet. A man like you should have a woman that gives a blow job like she wants a fuckin’ promotion.”

  Damn, I could see how this woman made tons of money as an escort. She knew exactly how to seduce a nigga. Her pink tongue showed itself as she used it to trace the outside of my lips. Her hands moved swiftly down my torso tugging at my shirt.

  “Stop.” I moved my head away.

  Dallas rubbed my chest in circular motions like she was waxing a car.

  “Come on baby. I can feel your dick. I can tell you want this as bad as I do.”

  I looked at her and let out a slight chuckle.

  “I
don’t give a fuck what my dick wants. I make the decisions, not him.”

  Dallas looked like she’d seen a ghost. She wasn’t used to being rejected. Despite my dick screaming at me to please let him out so he can stab her right between the thighs and murder that pussy. I ignored his horny ass and kept my cool.

  “If you wanna talk we can do that, but aint gon’ be no fuckin’ tonight. Angelique wouldn’t like that.”

  I could tell Dallas didn’t like what I said one bit, but she held her tongue and removed her sexy self from my lap returning to her seat across from mine. We talked for the next two hours. She said how much she regretted what happened and that she really held no ill will toward

  Angelique. She went on to say how she wanted to mend the broken friendship and start over with her. All she wanted was for things to be how they were, but this time she would be honest and level headed. Dallas asked me if I needed any help with the baby offering her womanly services for me to take advantage of.

  We talked while we drank shots of Patron and one empty bottle later I went into an alcohol induced sleep while she was knocked out on the couch downstairs. I had a feeling this wasn’t exactly the night she had in mind, but it is what it is. She only stayed the night because she was intoxicated and I never send any woman home to drive while she’s drunk…so she stayed over.

  Tyce’s Angels

  Sabrina and Bree walked into the court room early on a Monday morning each taking a seat in the front row. As usual the room was packed with relatives, prisoners, alleged law breakers, and lawyers. Both of the women surveyed all the people in the room paying close attention to the men dressed in suits.

  “Look at all these fake ass lawyers.” Bree whispered to Sabrina.

  “I know huh. I can’t stand em they jus’ as crooked as the people they’re trying to put in jail.” Sabrina adjusted her purse strap.

  It was several months after the accident and she was now fully recovered from her injuries.

  Bree leaned in closer to Sabrina. “That’s why I didn’t wanna study law. Too many crooked ass niggas. The so-called justice system is all about money. The more money you have the less time you get. The poor people get the shaft while the rich ass people get to walk. And don’t get me started on how they do Latino’s and black people up in here.”

  “Ummm hmmm. I know. It’s all bull shit. They say liberty and justice for all. Yeah for all except us.” Sabrina whispered back.

  The hushed political conversation was put on pause as the overweight judge came out of his private chambers and took his seat on the bench.

  “All rise.” The bailiff instructed in a deep voice.

  Reluctantly Sabrina and Bree stood up and were both grateful when they sat back down.

  Free Labor

  I was on lockdown 23 hours a day. I was not allowed outside to get some fresh air, or even look at the sun. The only way to get out was to get on the trustee list which was basically free labor, but what choice did I have? It was either that or stay in depressing shade all day with all these stank ass bitches…Tasha being the worst of them all.

  She constantly had her monkey eyes on my snacks and food. I could tell she wanted some, but she was too proud to ask me. All the bitches were jealous of my commissary items. Thanks to Tyce I had everything I needed in here. Under my bunk I stashed cookies, Ramen noodles, Snickers, shampoo, deodorant, chips, beef jerky, bar soap, instant meals and Tang. My spread was the envy of all the chicks inside, especially since everybody else had to eat the nasty meals they served. Tyce was right. The worst thing about being in jail besides having your freedom taken away was not being able to eat whatever you wanted. That shit sucked ass!

  Despite the minimal comforts my man provided I was missing my family something terrible. Every night I asked God to see me through this and protect my baby girl in my absence. I also asked Him to give Tyce strength and the patience to be a good father. I’d been in here for nearly two weeks and it wasn’t getting any easier. So as I waited for my name to be called for my trustee interview I took that time to pray again. Please God let me be assigned to trash duty, or yard work so I can get the fuck out of here during the day.

  “Angelique Dupree!” The deputy shouted rudely.

  I let out a deep sigh and walked up to the desk taking a seat in front of the burley woman.

  “Have you been cleared to work by the nurse?”

  “Yes ma'am, they cleared me yesterday.”

  “Good, and are you on any medication?”

  They deputy never looked up from her paperwork to make eye contact with me.

  “No, I’m not on any meds.”

  “Good, I see you’ve kept your nose clean since you been in here.”

  I adjusted my loose fitting blue shirt and crossed my legs.

  “Yeah I jus’ keep to myself. I do a lot of readin’ to pass the time.”

  She finally looked up, “You can read?”

  I had to stop myself from punching that anti cute ass bitch in her blue eye. I wanted so bad to send my fist straight through her glasses like a brick through a plate glass window! The nerve of her, asking me if I can read. Bitch, can you fucking read?

  I tightened my jaw. “Yes ma’am, I can read.”

  It took all my strength to maintain my composure and remain seated across from this ignorant ass cunt. I had to remind myself of what I wanted to accomplish. In my head I kept repeating the words outside work, outside work, outside work, outside work.

  “Hmmphhh, that’s surprising. Look here Dupree, I can give you two choices for work detail. You can either clean the bathrooms twice a day Monday, Wednesday, and Friday, or have outside trash pickup Tuesday, Thursday, and Saturday. It’s your choice. So what’s it gonna be?”

  “I’ll take trash duty.”

  “Hmmphhh, that’s surprising, I took you for the toilet cleaning type.”

  Damn this bitch was pushing it. It must’ve been a requirement to be an ill-mannered downright nasty person to get a job as a CO.

  “Ok, trash duty it is. You start tomorrow. Report to the deputy desk in your pod by 7:30 in the morning on the designated days. You’ll be provided a sack lunch for a six hour shift.”

  “Thanks, I got it.” I got up and left.

  “Melanie Waters!” The deputy shouted the next girl’s name.

  My mission was accomplished. I walked back to my cell with a smile on my face. Tomorrow I would be out in the California sun. Damn, it was funny what you miss once it’s taken away from you.

  Occupation

  The next afternoon came and Dallas was still at my house. She hadn’t changed clothes since yesterday, nor did she look like she was planning on leaving anytime soon. She pretty much stayed downstairs watching T.V, fiddling with her cell phone and leaving me to wonder what the hell she was doing here. After getting dressed in the privacy of my bedroom, I ventured downstairs to see what she was up to.

  “Wasup girl, how you feelin’?” I sat on the sofa next to her.

  “I’m good. Do you mind if I take a shower?” Dallas asked putting her hair up in a pony tail.

  “Naw, go ahead. There’re fresh towels in the closet in the guest bathroom down here, so help yourself.”

  Dallas looked puzzled, “So I’m a guest now?”

  I patted her bare thigh in a friendly manner.

  “Naw, you’re not a guest. I’m jus’ sayin if you wanted you could use the bathroom down here.”

  “But I like the shower in your room. It has all those wonderful jets and the overhead rain shower nozzle.” She whined. “But if you’re uncomfortable with me using your bathroom then I guess I can shower down here.”

  “Okay.” I answered back.

  Leaving Dallas alone in the front room I made my way to kitchen to grab a snack from the fridge. I opened the door and looked at all the various options. Sure, there was food in there, but it was all stuff you had to cook and I didn’t feel like being a chef today. I’d given Carmela two weeks off with pay, so for the time being
I was on my own as far as meals went. After I grabbed a Sunkist soda from the fridge, I closed it and was surprised at what I saw behind the stainless steel door. Dallas was standing there wearing nothing but a smile.

  “You can snack on me.” She said seductively.

  I had to admit she looked scrumptious in her cocoa brown birthday suit. I felt my attraction growing by the second as I looked her over from head to pedicured toe.

  She could see the hesitation all over my face as I held my ice cold can and my gaze at her amazingly hot, petite body.

  “Let me suck your dick.” She boldly stepped to me.

  “What?” I cocked my head to the side.

  “I don’t speak Chinese Tyce. I said let me suck your dick.”

  “Come on now, you need to go shower and keep your hands to yourself.”

  Dallas stepped a little closer looking up at me with sex in her eyes.