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Click here"He must've done something; why else would they shoot him like that?"
Two rotund women were conversing as I glanced up realizing I was standing on the side of a corner liquor store. The foreign owners were standing on its stoop watching the proceedings as more cops arrived.
"I seen that guy around, he's a fucking wino." I had this queasy feeling in my gut as I went back a few steps looking over at the body. The victim's feet were still visible to pedestrians as I inched closer affording myself a better look.
A familiar pair of work boots were sticking out as one patrol office lifted the sheet affording me a brief glance of the dead man underneath.
I wasn't prepared for the boyish looking face that would've contrasted with the booming voice I'd heard earlier. His features were twisted almost a parody of itself. A five o'clock shadow of scraggly, greying hair covered his cheeks and chin in uneven feral tufts. What was left of his face was twisted into a scowling grimace of yellowed, smokers teeth.
"I never liked that nigga anyway." Somebody commented behind me.
The incident gave agency to my actions as I hurried back towards Charmaine's apartment building desperate to tell her the good news. Providence had stepped in to even the scales and this was a chance for the girl to breathe. Halfway down the street I noticed a few police cruisers cordoning off the end of the block. Road flares were placed just a few feet away from Charmaine's rear facing room.
She'd be able to see things from her window. I didn't have her number as everything occurred on the fly. It was dusk as I peered into the alley behind her house finding a middle aged woman standing there. I was ten feet away looking at her back. She was thick, bottom heavy with some skin tight mom jeans on, a pea green t-shirt and beige bandana tied around her head.
"Pack a bag, we're visiting your aunt Minnie; no, you ain't going to no school tomorrow. Huh, did you fucking hear what I'm saying to you, Charmaine?!! Get your shit together, I want you back here in five minutes-GET IT DONE!!" She hung up, dialing up another person immediately.
"Hey, yall on the road already; yeah-Mississippi in two days Reggie, thanks." I glanced over finding a beat up orange hatchback waiting, engine running. She hung up unexpectedly turning in my direction.
"Hey." Charmaine's mother was similar, eyes covered in large butterfly shades, cigarette in mouth. She forced a smile as I walked by dodging a bullet.
I got home a little after eight in the evening and took a really long shower.
...to be continued.
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- COMMENTS
mondotoken3 months agoAuthorAnonymousabout 4 hours ago
You are a master storyteller. Yes, master of your craft.
I hate almost all of your characters though. Your MC is a weak assed man-whore, with the morals of a rat and the agency of a sloth. I started the story rooting for him, now I hope he dies in agony. Almost everyone else is a narcissistic pussy seeking missile or dick seeking missile respectively. Very few normal rational people who I actually care about. Faith is awesome, who shows backbone, personal growth, and compassionate humanity. But then she's gone again. AAAARRRGGGG. I'm reading on hoping that this guy gets his.
My Response: The entire story is here beginning to end; so, friend... you don't know what the FUCK you're talking about. And don't forget this is an erotic story website,
Anonymous3 months agoYou are a master storyteller. Yes, master of your craft.
I hate almost all of your characters though. Your MC is a weak assed man-whore, with the morals of a rat and the agency of a sloth. I started the story rooting for him, now I hope he dies in agony. Almost everyone else is a narcissistic pussy seeking missile or dick seeking missile respectively. Very few normal rational people who I actually care about. Faith is awesome, who shows backbone, personal growth, and compassionate humanity. But then she's gone again. AAAARRRGGGG. I'm reading on hoping that this guy gets his.
Anonymousover 3 years agoThis is some of your best work. I think this and Dirty Dawg Origins are my 2 favorites followed closely by the Mean Girls of Maplewood and the Cupid Effect. Keep up the good work. I can’t get enough of your stories.
mondotokenover 3 years agoAuthorThinking about it now, I can't help but wonder; did Charmaine know what was going on that night. Maybe that's why she wanted to get down with Jaleel, whatever.
Nice one, the story and sex scene were on point.
One quick question; is this the same Reggie from Dirty Dawg...?
Answer: No, this is a different Reggie; the one (Pastor Grey) you're talking about is currently terrorizing his congregation in another city hundreds of miles away.
Note: Will be expanding on that part of my universe in the future.
Creeperclawover 3 years agoYou've managed to give catharsis regarding most of Jaleel's turmoil while making me feel bad for a former tormentor. Well done.
