Marcus was-
n’t into oral sex nor was he half as endowed as Life was. I went to
sleep with my hands between my legs, thinking how that thug had
put it on me.
At 11 o’clock, I was awakened to the sound of the phone ring-
ing. Disoriented, I couldn’t remember where I was. I finally
remembered to speak. “Hello?” I was informed that it was check-
out time. Still I could not get my bearings. I lay back down on the
pillow. Then it all came back. I was in a hotel room with a man I
hardly knew, he had taken my body. Oh, shit! I thought about the
guns, the police and those evil white men that tried to abduct me.
I sprung from the bed, my torn panties lay on the floor as a
reminder of the conquest of my body. And Life was gone. I did
not know if that was good or bad considering all that he took me
through. My mind raced a mile a minute. I went into the adjoin-
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ing room. He wasn’t there. I ran my fingers through my hair. The
phone rang, startling me.
“ Hello?”
“ Wuz up, Shouty!” From the sound of his raspy voice, he had
been drinking. “I got the car fixed. You ready to bounce to Tally?”
“ Yaaa!” I was excited for some reason as I answered. “I’ll be
down in a sec.” I hung the phone up and walked over to the win-
dow; children were playing around the pool, it was a beautiful day.
As I took a shower, I had to admit, even though Life Thugstin was
a thug, he handled his business. I shuddered at the thought of
what would have happened to me if Marcus would have been
there when the white men tried to abduct me. I r ubbed my
swollen private thinking once again how every woman from time
to time needs a thug in her life. Once thing for sure, once we made
it to Tallahassee I was going to get rid of his ass like a bad habit.
I walked out into the hotel vestibule with my luggage in hand.
I was wearing white slacks with a pink blouse made of soft cotton.
Life, nor my car, were anywhere in sight. I looked around, the sun
still bright and I heard my name. Life was all the way at the end
of the parking lot. He came strutting toward me with all new
clothes on. A gold Nike sweatsuit with a brown Kangol hat and a
pair of the new Jordans that had just come out. Once up close he
tried to kiss me while speaking, “Hi baby!” I ducked. He reached
for my luggage making a face, a knowing grin. I took off walking.
I smelled his cologne.
“ I have a surprise for you.” I continued to walk. Betty was still
nowhere in sight. I stopped, looked behind me and saw that he
had stopped, placed my bags down and was pointing at a car. I
knew I was right earlier, the man had been drinking. “Da–dahhh-
hhhhh,” he droned, gesturing at the car, palms open pointing. It
was an older model candy apple red Honda Accord with a sunroof
and rimmed expensive tires that cost more than my old car.
“ Boy! Have you lost your damn mind? Where is my damn
car?” I said walking up to him. Again he tried to kiss me. I moved
out of the way.
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“ This is your car!” he beamed.
“ No it ain’t.” I scoffed. “I own a blue 1973 Ford Mustang.”
“ Not no mo, I sold it to the junkyard for $75.00.”
“ You did whatttt? I know damn well your jinxy ass ain’t sold
my car!” I was all up in his face. His eyes darted to the ground as
he dug into his pocket passing me my ID with the title and regis-
tration in my name. “You went into my purse while I was asleep
and stole my ID, sold my car and bought this car?” I asked trying
to control my temper. My jaws were clinched so tight it felt like I
was going to crack my teeth. He looked away. “Why?” I asked. I
found it amazing how men could turn into little boys. He mum-
bled something about last night, and me saving his life. I could see
that I hurt his feelings, yet he tried to mask the pain with a facial
expression that returned my question with,
why can’t you accept my
gift?
Dope boys were
n’t into oral sex nor was he half as endowed as Life was. I went to
sleep with my hands between my legs, thinking how that thug had
put it on me.
At 11 o’clock, I was awakened to the sound of the phone ring-
ing. Disoriented, I couldn’t remember where I was. I finally
remembered to speak. “Hello?” I was informed that it was check-
out time. Still I could not get my bearings. I lay back down on the
pillow. Then it all came back. I was in a hotel room with a man I
hardly knew, he had taken my body. Oh, shit! I thought about the
guns, the police and those evil white men that tried to abduct me.
I sprung from the bed, my torn panties lay on the floor as a
reminder of the conquest of my body. And Life was gone. I did
not know if that was good or bad considering all that he took me
through. My mind raced a mile a minute. I went into the adjoin-
39
L i f e
ing room. He wasn’t there. I ran my fingers through my hair. The
phone rang, startling me.
“ Hello?”
“ Wuz up, Shouty!” From the sound of his raspy voice, he had
been drinking. “I got the car fixed. You ready to bounce to Tally?”
“ Yaaa!” I was excited for some reason as I answered. “I’ll be
down in a sec.” I hung the phone up and walked over to the win-
dow; children were playing around the pool, it was a beautiful day.
As I took a shower, I had to admit, even though Life Thugstin was
a thug, he handled his business. I shuddered at the thought of
what would have happened to me if Marcus would have been
there when the white men tried to abduct me. I r ubbed my
swollen private thinking once again how every woman from time
to time needs a thug in her life. Once thing for sure, once we made
it to Tallahassee I was going to get rid of his ass like a bad habit.
I walked out into the hotel vestibule with my luggage in hand.
I was wearing white slacks with a pink blouse made of soft cotton.
Life, nor my car, were anywhere in sight. I looked around, the sun
still bright and I heard my name. Life was all the way at the end
of the parking lot. He came strutting toward me with all new
clothes on. A gold Nike sweatsuit with a brown Kangol hat and a
pair of the new Jordans that had just come out. Once up close he
tried to kiss me while speaking, “Hi baby!” I ducked. He reached
for my luggage making a face, a knowing grin. I took off walking.
I smelled his cologne.
“ I have a surprise for you.” I continued to walk. Betty was still
nowhere in sight. I stopped, looked behind me and saw that he
had stopped, placed my bags down and was pointing at a car. I
knew I was right earlier, the man had been drinking. “Da–dahhh-
hhhhh,” he droned, gesturing at the car, palms open pointing. It
was an older model candy apple red Honda Accord with a sunroof
and rimmed expensive tires that cost more than my old car.
“ Boy! Have you lost your damn mind? Where is my damn
car?” I said walking up to him. Again he tried to kiss me. I moved
out of the way.
40
L i f e
“ This is your car!” he beamed.
“ No it ain’t.” I scoffed. “I own a blue 1973 Ford Mustang.”
“ Not no mo, I sold it to the junkyard for $75.00.”
“ You did whatttt? I know damn well your jinxy ass ain’t sold
my car!” I was all up in his face. His eyes darted to the ground as
he dug into his pocket passing me my ID with the title and regis-
tration in my name. “You went into my purse while I was asleep
and stole my ID, sold my car and bought this car?” I asked trying
to control my temper. My jaws were clinched so tight it felt like I
was going to crack my teeth. He looked away. “Why?” I asked. I
found it amazing how men could turn into little boys. He mum-
bled something about last night, and me saving his life. I could see
that I hurt his feelings, yet he tried to mask the pain with a facial
expression that returned my question with,
why can’t you accept my
gift?
Dope boys were
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