Articles posted on Feb 12, 2010

Chapter 7
The foursome decided on The Cheesecake Factory in Annapolis for dinner. They had a 45 minute wait, which gave the ladies an opportunity to see how the boys felt about their playtime plan. After the hostess gave Reggie the pager, to inform them when the table was ready, they all stepped outside.
“So gentleman”, Kima began,”we were having a little girl talk today and came up with an idea.”
“An idea about what?” Marc asked.
“We should go away for a week…soon.” Sephora said.
“We always take a trip together once a year, but yall wanna go for a week instead of the usual weekend trip?” Reggie stated.
“Yeah, but it’s more about what we’re gonna do on this trip.” Sephora said.
“What?” both men asked in unison. “We ain't doing ...

“Oh My God,” I said when I woke up. I didn’t take a nap I went to sleep it’s now it’s 8pm. I was exhausted, the day had turned out to be draining instead of an errand running, shopping, love making day that I had hoped for. Instantly my mind shifted to the issue at hand. I hope crazy ass wasn’t at my sister’s apartment yet.  I got up and took a hot shower. While I was getting dressed I decided to call my big brothers on three way and put them on speaker phone so I could get my shit together.
“Hey, what’s up Teal? What’s your crazy ass up to now,” said my brother Kellen sounding happy to hear from me. My brother Kellen was just as crazy as I was, if not crazier. Kellen was about 6’4 caramel skinned, hell we were all caramel skinned, he has dreads and hazel eyes, and to this day we can’t figure out how he ...

               
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                    Killer Clown
 
I laid there with my eyes shut somewhere between dreamland and reality, more restless than a dime-store whore sitting in the front pew, Sunday, on Easter Morning.  If I had to explain the state of consciousness I was in I’d have to say it felt like I was in a damned Steven King movie clip because the air around me smelled stale – musty like a vacant locker room after all the football players had showered and left.  There was one lone drip hitting the bottom of a porcelain sink with a spooky, echoing ping, and I kept repeatedly trying to open my eyes, but they felt like they were glued shut. 
My mouth felt cotton-dry on the inside and when I tried secreting saliva from the glands to wet my whistle, the insides of my ...