Man be here doing these things?
Before I knew it, tears were rolling down my face. Young Boy looked up at me standing there.
“What's wrong, baby girl?” he asked.
“Nothing,” I replied, sniffing and quickly wiping my tears away. “It's just that I want the best for TJ., and without a father, I don't know if he'll have it. When I look at you two together, I just think of the things he'll miss out on without an active father.”
“Like I told you before, I got'cha back,” he quickly responded.
Bang! Bang!
Our conversation was interrupted by a knock atthe door. I walked over to the door and opened it. Standing there was Roc, my dude from the strip club. He'd come through just as promised. After Roc shared a little bit about his reputation on the streets with me, I knew he was perfect for this job. It didn't take much game for him to have pity for me. So when I hit him with my plot for revenge on Stacey, he readily agreed—no questions asked!
“Merry ChrisTmas!” Roc said before handing me a duffel bag. He winked and then walked away.
I walked into my bedroom and closed the door behind me, leaving Young Boy in the living room to finish feeding TJ. I put the bag on the bed and began to inspect the contents. I counted twenty-five stacks of ten hundred-dollar bills.
“Twenty-five thousand dollars!” I said softly. I nearly fainted. Stacey had gotten what she deserved, Li'l Man had gotten what he deserved, and I had gotten what I deserved. Now it was time for TJ. to get what he deserved.
I returned to the living room with Young Boy and TJ.
“Everything okay?” Young Boy asked, inquiring about the knock at the door.
“Yes, just perfect,” I responded. “Now, what were you saying before I left?” I asked, attempting to pick up where our conversation had left off before the knock on the door interrupted us.
“I was just saying that I got you and TJ.'s backs,” he replied.
I wasn't really sure what Young Boy was prepared to do for TJ. and me, but I figured this would be the perfect time to formalize his relationship with my son.
“Young Boy, you've been the closet thing me and TJ. have had to a baby father. I know you can't hold that title, but I would like to offer you the title of godfather, if you will accept.”
Young Boy's face brightened as I spoke. “Fa’ sho'!” he replied with excitement. “I love this li'l nigga like he my own already.”
I exhaled. My struggles were finally over, and not a minute too soon. According to Li'l Man, thanks to his parole violation, he would more than likely be behind bars for the next five years. I was not about to wait around for him and continue living the life of some project chick. It took a lot of bullshit to wade through, but I realized that there wasn't shit cute about that kind of life. I wanted more for TJ. I was turning in a new direction. I had gained a motherly bond with my child that I never thought would happen. Having TJ. in my arms gave me a feeling of joy that I'd never felt before. Looking into T.J.'s big eyes made me proud to be a mom. I now looked forward to the dirty diapers, late nights, and bottles of formula. And I'd found a father figure for my son.
There was no more looking back. Everything from this point on would be for TJ. and Tee, not for Li'l Man's son and Li'l Man's baby mama. I was gladly willing to pass down that crown.
WAITING IN THE DUGOUT …
LAKESA COX
POWER
Definition of a woman with power: That corporate chick in the game who knows the power of her pussy and her mind and knows how and when to use them both.
T alk about a way to end a party!
Thump, thump, thump.
With every stroke of my manhood her head hit the bottom of the table. Hungrily, Paula sucked and licked and hit her head, sucked, licked, hit her head, all to a perfect rhythm. Paula was giving me dome like I'd never had it before, and I moaned and groaned through every lick. Good thing everybody else had left for the night; otherwise, they'd all have been
Before I knew it, tears were rolling down my face. Young Boy looked up at me standing there.
“What's wrong, baby girl?” he asked.
“Nothing,” I replied, sniffing and quickly wiping my tears away. “It's just that I want the best for TJ., and without a father, I don't know if he'll have it. When I look at you two together, I just think of the things he'll miss out on without an active father.”
“Like I told you before, I got'cha back,” he quickly responded.
Bang! Bang!
Our conversation was interrupted by a knock atthe door. I walked over to the door and opened it. Standing there was Roc, my dude from the strip club. He'd come through just as promised. After Roc shared a little bit about his reputation on the streets with me, I knew he was perfect for this job. It didn't take much game for him to have pity for me. So when I hit him with my plot for revenge on Stacey, he readily agreed—no questions asked!
“Merry ChrisTmas!” Roc said before handing me a duffel bag. He winked and then walked away.
I walked into my bedroom and closed the door behind me, leaving Young Boy in the living room to finish feeding TJ. I put the bag on the bed and began to inspect the contents. I counted twenty-five stacks of ten hundred-dollar bills.
“Twenty-five thousand dollars!” I said softly. I nearly fainted. Stacey had gotten what she deserved, Li'l Man had gotten what he deserved, and I had gotten what I deserved. Now it was time for TJ. to get what he deserved.
I returned to the living room with Young Boy and TJ.
“Everything okay?” Young Boy asked, inquiring about the knock at the door.
“Yes, just perfect,” I responded. “Now, what were you saying before I left?” I asked, attempting to pick up where our conversation had left off before the knock on the door interrupted us.
“I was just saying that I got you and TJ.'s backs,” he replied.
I wasn't really sure what Young Boy was prepared to do for TJ. and me, but I figured this would be the perfect time to formalize his relationship with my son.
“Young Boy, you've been the closet thing me and TJ. have had to a baby father. I know you can't hold that title, but I would like to offer you the title of godfather, if you will accept.”
Young Boy's face brightened as I spoke. “Fa’ sho'!” he replied with excitement. “I love this li'l nigga like he my own already.”
I exhaled. My struggles were finally over, and not a minute too soon. According to Li'l Man, thanks to his parole violation, he would more than likely be behind bars for the next five years. I was not about to wait around for him and continue living the life of some project chick. It took a lot of bullshit to wade through, but I realized that there wasn't shit cute about that kind of life. I wanted more for TJ. I was turning in a new direction. I had gained a motherly bond with my child that I never thought would happen. Having TJ. in my arms gave me a feeling of joy that I'd never felt before. Looking into T.J.'s big eyes made me proud to be a mom. I now looked forward to the dirty diapers, late nights, and bottles of formula. And I'd found a father figure for my son.
There was no more looking back. Everything from this point on would be for TJ. and Tee, not for Li'l Man's son and Li'l Man's baby mama. I was gladly willing to pass down that crown.
WAITING IN THE DUGOUT …
LAKESA COX
POWER
Definition of a woman with power: That corporate chick in the game who knows the power of her pussy and her mind and knows how and when to use them both.
T alk about a way to end a party!
Thump, thump, thump.
With every stroke of my manhood her head hit the bottom of the table. Hungrily, Paula sucked and licked and hit her head, sucked, licked, hit her head, all to a perfect rhythm. Paula was giving me dome like I'd never had it before, and I moaned and groaned through every lick. Good thing everybody else had left for the night; otherwise, they'd all have been
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