RIPPED & READY (PART 96)

RIPPED & READY (PART XCVI)

            “Brotha Marco, I didn’t mean to intrude, but I have a gift especially for you and after you take a gander at it, I’m most certain that he will be fired,” Peewee said, handing me a large, package sized, envelope that had something in it. 

          The words on it read: PLAY THIS MUTHAFUCKA TO THE END

          I looked at him in a state of bewilderment, wondering why he made a special trip to my front door without any of his boys as back up.  His hand lingered a little longer on mine without anyone else really noticing it.  He asked me to follow him out onto the porch because he wanted to finish up telling me a few things.  I turned to look back out of curiosity and yes, all eyes were on me (uh, huh, RIP 2Pac). 

          The suspense inside felt like a rubber band that had reached its limit, and I was surly about to snap – all these unexpected visitors; dropping in at my mamas house like it was a “got-daym” drive-thru.  I told myself that after all this shit blew over, I was going to talk her into selling this dilapidated motherfucker.  I wanted her to take the money she made from the equity and purchase her a new home far away from this god-forsaken court.  

          All of the good memories seemed too long ago to even hold onto.  These last few years; post 12^th grade, have been clouded by betrayal, lies, deception, and pain. With the family unit broken without mend it was useless for her to hold onto a four-bedroom home if she was going to be the only person living there – Danita was graduating and would be going off to college.  I certainly wasn’t moving back in, I was too old to be living with my mama. 

          Once we were out on the porch, alone, he looked around to see if anyone else was out and about, and once he was sure the coast was clear, he wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me into his hard, Ripped & Ready, body.   

          Next, he tenderly licked my top lip and then the bottom one, lightly biting it before sticking his moistness into mine.  Now you can imagine how turned on this was making me, however, this had to wait – I needed to see what the contents of this package was. 

          I pulled away from him, but not out of his grasp.  He held me there, gazing into my soul with his intense eyes.  “I want to make you happy, thickness,” he whispered.

          “Peewee, now is not the time,” I told him, keeping my voice low.

          “Brotha Marco, after you open that envelop, we’ll have all the time in the world, my thick Underwood, I promise you that,” he said, assuredly. 

          “What’s in here, Peewee?” I asked, trying to open it.

          He placed his hands on top of mine, stopping me.

          “No, I want you to be alone when you open it, baby,” he said, stroking my forehead with his index finger. 

          “My curiosity is getting the best of me, dude, I cannot control myself,” I told him. 

          “Patience; thickness, be patient.  This gift I’m giving to you will hopefully be the key that unlocks your heart,” he said, licking me seductively on the ear. 

          He pulled me into his warmth, and my face pressed against the firmness of his buffed up chest. 

          “I told you, bro, there is no place for me in your world, we both know that, dude.  Those gangsters and hood-rats will never accept me and, honestly, I don’t want to live my life sleeping with one eye open,” I told him, inhaling his masculinity like a line of cocaine. 

          He grabbed me by my face with both of his hands, lifted my head up, and began an oral exploration that sent me to a sensual height of epic proportions.  When I looked around all I could see were billions of shimmering stars and sliver rays of the fading moon.  Dawn was approaching and night was coming to an end. 

          “Remember, open this when you are alone and your eyes will be wide open for the first time, baby,” he told me, giving me a goodbye peck on the forehead. 

          This thug was trying to rock my world and I was doing little to stop it. 

          What about Joseph and little Joe-Joe?

          What about the love between my current man and me?

          We are supposed to be starting our life and building a strong foundation. 

          This wrench in the machine was stopping production. 

          If I had to make the call, this nigga was really feeling me. 

          I know I wouldn’t have to want for anything if I accepted his invitation, but where would my heart be on his list? 

          Like I said, his drugs and money came first, so how could I even attempt to compete with them?

          For God’s sake this man carries a gun like a wallet. 

          He is associated with notorious dark elements and in that drug game, very few ever lived to be old and gray. 

          Then there is his girl, NeeNee.  She was a gorgeous redbone and had this reputation for being extremely jealous when it came to Peewee. I had heard stories of how she sliced up four women at the same time for trying to push up on him. 

          She didn’t even trust her own mother with him; now that speaks more than words could ever say and, like her man, she packed more heat than ten dryers at a launderette.

          I stood there watching him climb into his Escalade, and stayed there until I saw the back of his tail lights turning the corner out of the court.

          I sighed loudly, looking down at the package and told myself that I would honor Peewee’s request by opening this when I was alone. 

          Dawn’s light started stealing more of the darkness rapidly and it was time for me to get into my room and see what all this fuss was about. 

          Pops and D’Andre would have to wait for now, I wasn’t as interested in them as I was the package and its contents. 

          I cleared the house five minutes after re-entry, and went into my room where all was about to be revealed to me. 

          I sat on the bed and tore the package open from the top...

          I had been waiting awhile for this very moment....