Chapter 5: A Familiar Place

      With Christmas approaching fast, plus the fact that we would be off on break for a long period of time I decided that I need something to replace all the spare time I would have on hand. Luckily for me this time of year is the busiest time for everyone else on the planet. My old manager needed someone to run the store. She was stuck running two stores and the new one had a bunch of rookies that needed training and her attention. It felt nice to be back in the old store. After meeting with Tracey we decided that I would start next week with that done I decided to take a stroll around the mall. Stopping by just about every jewelry store in the place, just to feed my appetite for my weakness, I had love for time pieces that was insatiable. From Movado, to SUGGS, from TAG, to Rolex, and everything in between I love watches. Other than that jewelry wasn't my thing although it was my gift of choice, mostly because it was easier to shop for jewelry than it was to shop for clothes. The beautiful thing about being single this time of year is after family my shopping is done, and I could focus on myself. The only knock would not be surprised on Christmas morning. That was neither here nor there I was single and a bit lonely but, I could handle it. Truth is I really didn't have much of a choice, this is who I had chosen to be at this time. 

This was going to be a short week at work considering we would be done on Wednesday. For the next month actually about three weeks I would have an enormous amount of free time. After giving my class their assignment over the break I allowed them time in the computer lab, and library to start their research. The assignment was pretty easy, just wanted to keep their minds working over the break so they wouldn't come back lost. We surveyed the room inquiring what everybody wanted to be when they graduated, after finding out I gave them the task of finding out what they needed to do to fulfill their dreams. I wanted everything from whether they had to attend college or a trade school, what classes they needed and how long they would have to be in school before they were able to start their career. With that done Monday, we spent the next two days in the library and the computer lab researching, and after that they would have the next three weeks to complete their assignments. With no excuses it was due the day we returned from break, counting for twenty percent of their grade. I wanted everyone to know what they had to look forward to depending on the direction they wanted to go in life. It's not as easy as just saying I want to do this, it would take hard work for each and every one of them, no matter what they wanted to do.

      School was out, and it was time to play. I was back in the store to work for the first time in almost a year, and it felt great! It wasn't that I enjoyed the job as much as I enjoyed the people that I encountered on a daily basis. Plus this was a perfect place to continue the game. I met so many different women, and most of them were flirting harder than I was. Whether they thought it would help them to get the deal the wanted or, were just interested enough to try to get my attention. Either way I enjoyed the flirting. In the first two days I had to meet and greet not to mention sale (I hadn't lost my touch) at least a dozen new candidates. The beauty of it was I didn't have to do much work after the initial hello. 

The first person I met was Shalonda a woman with a beautiful autumn brown tone. Her innocent look intrigued me as she stood by the carrying cases with her T-mobile phone quite visible in our Nextel store. I approached to find out if she was in the mood to change services, to which she answered "No, not at all." She was just looking for a case to carry her phone, now the funny part was that we barely had clips for the phones we sold, but here she was looking for a phone case for a phone that we've never carried. I couldn't get pass the beauty of her complexion, not to mention the way her hair cut complimented her face. Her body was extremely nice as well with her chest jumping out in front of her no matter how she moved. She couldn't have weighed much more than a hundred and twenty five pounds, and it was formed beautifully. Even though she didn't have much on the back end of the deal it seemed to sashay each time she moved, which was quite unbelievable. She had no good reason to be in this store. There was absolutely nothing I could help her with phone wise, and I believed she knew that, but I wasn't in a cocky mood today. So I politely explained that we didn't have anything that would fit her particular phone. With a disappointed look on her face she thanked me for my time looked around for another second or two, and then exited the store. As I watched her walk out, knowing that it wasn't how she wanted to leave I told everyone that I was going to grab a smoothie. Walking into the mall I couldn't help but hope that I would get the opportunity to see her again. Today must've been my day, because as soon as I walked out of the Surf N Turf I noticed her standing by the fountain. It was almost as if she was in a daze as she faced the water. I watched for a second then moved towards the opposite end of the fountain making sure to position myself in her line of sight. As she finally raised her eyes they locked with mine, and it seemed in that moment, that while everyone else moved at hyper speed we were stuck in slow motion. Even at a distance I could see her face redden as she blushed. With that I broke our stare, and walked away this time knowing that she was interested. I decided to walk around the mall before I went back into the store, as soon as I entered David let me know that I had just missed a call while I was gone. The young lady left her name and number for me, and then told him to make sure that I received the message and called her back today. I picked up the paper that he wrote the message on and couldn't understand a word of his writing. So instead I just returned the call, to my surprise it was her. She had called and left her name and number leaving the next move completely up to me. We talked for a moment after explaining that she's never done anything like this before, and making sure I knew who she was. I explained that I would call her after I got off work. I left work around ten thirty and made it home by eleven. I waited until twelve to call her back and after about twenty minutes the conversation turned to sex. I tried to stray away from that topic but couldn't avoid it. After twenty more minutes of talking she invited me over, because she hated talking over the phone just as much as I did. I explained that it was kinda late and I didn't want to give off the wrong impression, but she insisted that it would be okay. During the conversation we discussed our usual sleep attire which she pretty much lacked, explaining that her body stayed hot so most of the time she slept in the nude. Before I agreed to make my way over there, I insisted that her attire would have to take a drastic change. She agreed to throw on some sweats to entertain my company. When I arrived she greeted me with a gentle hug at the door then led me up the stairs of the two family flat where she resided. As we walked in the door of the lamp lit living room you could smell the aroma of a vanilla candle. To the right was the kitchen which was so dark you had to refocus your eyes to see in, and to the left was a closet door. Straight ahead was a tan couch which was screaming my name at the top of its lungs.

      As we sat at two opposite ends of the couch talking, I noticed that she was incredibly uncomfortable. I asked what was wrong, but she chose to act as if nothing was bothering her. Finally she decided to tell me that she was uncomfortable in her attire. I thought about it for a second then explained that I would never want her to be uncomfortable in her own house. So if it was a must she should change into something more comfortable, I guess those were the words she was waiting to hear because she disappeared into her bedroom. Emerging minutes later with nothing more than a pair of brown boy shorts trimmed in pink with the top to match, and instead of sitting in her same place on the couch, she decided to sit in my lap. As unexpected as it was I didn't urge her to move until I required a thirst quencher, I asked her for a glass of water. Reluctantly removing herself from my lap and making her way to the kitchen, as I sat awaiting my beverage I thought to myself how aggressive she had become. My thoughts were interrupted by her returning to the room, with a glass in hand. It looked a little odd to me. The first sign was the fact that there was no ice, second usually when someone makes a cup of water it's filled more than half way, but she brought a cup filled less than half way up. As I went to drink my glass of water, my nose was overtaken by the strong smell of liquor. She attempting to sneak me a drink, I laughed and handed her the glass saying thanks, but no thanks. She insisted that I at least take a sip or two, I agreed but told her that it wasn't going to happen unless she got me a glass of water first. There were no complaints so once she ran in the kitchen and grabbed my already prepared ice water, I held up my part of the deal and swallowed the entire drink. As she strolled back to the kitchen to fix herself a drink, returning with even less liquor in her cup than she had prepared for me. I noticed that her drink had a slight hint of pink, after the inquisitive look I gave she explained that she needed a bit of Cranberry with her drink. No sooner than her explanation was finished she completely downed her drink as if she was a true alcoholic. Turning her attention back to me, instead of retaking her place on my lap, she instead placed her head in my lap. Lying on my favorite member she seemed unbelievably comfortable. Turning her head to face me with a devilish smile, she began caressing her breast, her nipples instantly became erect. Amused by the situation I sat and enjoyed the view, as if that wasn't enough I egged her on by explaining that she wasn't getting the job done through the top, and she should just remove it all together. She had no complaints, tearing the top from her body without haste. Once freed from the restraints of the tight Tee that held them captive her bountiful breast, sat in place as if she still had them trapped. Cupping the firm flesh and raising it to her mouth, allowing her own tongue to flow across her nipple ever so gently turned me on just as much it was doing to her. As her nipple rose so did I, and I knew she could feel it, and in the act of her enjoyment she wasted no time offering me a chance to partake in her enjoyment. Raising her free hand up to the back of my neck, pulling me forcefully to her breast letting out a slight moan in anticipation of my lips touching her breast, after paying close attention to the spot she placed me in, I ventured over to her area. Indulging in her space, as well as enjoying her tongue as we connected while sharing her nipple. Her hands moved from my neck and trailed down my back, then disappeared. As my mind wondered, my eyes followed watching her hand move slowly from my back to her thighs. After a few caresses of her beautifully toned legs, she moved inward towards the heat, all the while allowing her left leg to fall off the edge of the couch. Getting a better feel for her surroundings, I watched closely in order to find out just what turned her on. If I wasn't turned .. once she started playing with herself, I nearly burst out of my pants. Drenching her fingers with her own juices, from the tip damn near to the palm of her hand, then sliding her fingers out and placing them in her mouth was all I could take. Rushing my hand into my pants pocket, and pulling out one of three gold wrappers with a smirk on my face I asked if she was really ready.

"So you automatically thought you were getting some when I invited you over?"

"Honestly, no I didn't. But I was told to be prepared for any situation."

"Well are you sure you're ready for this?"

"Only one way to be sure!"

Leaning into me trying to place her lips on mine, I quickly but slightly moved just enough for her to miss my lips. Landing directly on my neck, I could feel that she wanted to stop and ask why I moved. Knowing I wasn't in the mood to explain myself, I grabbed the back of her head and kept her right there until the resistance stopped. With her being so busy enjoying my neck she must've forgot the question on the tip of her tongue. During the kissing frenzy she somehow lost the boy shorts that were covering all her assets. This was impressive, because I had just worked extremely hard getting my pants down to my knees, and rolling the Magnum down. It was however just in time, because she was hovering above me, before I had a chance to remove my hand. As she allowed me to enter her walls, her face expressed her delight as she enjoyed my width. Not allowing herself to indulge in my length, with her legs keeping her in a squatting position she refused to come down completely. This was unacceptable so I wrapped my hands around her waist and pulled her down so that she could get the full enjoyment of me. Once she became accustomed to what she was working with she took it like a pro. Riding as if she was the last cowgirl and I was a wild Bronco that needed to be tamed. She bounced and moved her ass as if she was auditioning to be a dancer on Nelly's Tip Drill 2 video. She enjoyed her ride until her legs couldn't take anymore. Quickly I changed our positions not giving her time to rest. Positioning her bent over the arm of the couch facing a mirror that hung on the wall next to us, while I planted my left foot on the couch between the cushion and the back, keeping my right foot firmly on the floor. Grabbing her hips, then guiding her to me, and me deep into her. Allowing her to enjoy a slow and deep tissue massage before deciding to give her the royal treatment that I could tell she wanted so badly. Time had passed and I noticed my hands had begun to move almost by them selves from her waist to her cheeks. All in one motion I spread and lifted her ass, allowing me to get even deeper in her wetness. A few good stokes is all it took, she gave off one of those finished looks through the mirror, and to complete the thought her walls tightened then flooded with her juices. I stared at her through the mirror as she laid there with a dazed look across her face, and leg still vibrating. Falling back into the plush sofa cushions, I wiped the sweat from my brow and smiled. With a sense of completeness I reached for my pants, she rolled over and explained that we weren't done yet. She rolled off the couch and grabbed my hand leading me to the bedroom, we continued where we had just left off until the sun came up and long there after.

Chapter 13: The Meeting

            Monday was here and after an extremely entertaining weekend I was still excited about being back with my students.  The only thing that wasn't going make me happy was the fact that we had a faculty meeting today.  The students had a half a day while we had to be stuck there talking about things we could do to change today's trends and horrible drop out rates.  Not to mention the fact that the graduation and college placements were extremely low.  Add that to the fact that the dropout was at an all-time high it's a wonder we still had jobs.  After spending to short of a time with the good part of the job,  I was doomed to experience the horrible part of it.  I was starting to realize that this wasn't going to be my last stop in my career path.  The feeling started early in the year and got worst each quarter.  I expected to make a difference but it rarely worked, or at least it never really seemed to make a difference. Don't get me wrong the kids loved me and I in turn loved them, and it seemed like my teaching style did benefit them.  It just never seemed to be fulfilling enough for me.  While most people said as long as you can reach one  or them, then your job is done.   I never quite understood why we couldn't ask for more than that. Why shouldn't I want to reach all of them even better why can't I reach all of them?  Here I was sitting in another meeting that made the fact that we don't reach all of them okay, and I was tired of it.  Tired of how the students were always the blame, tired of everyone not holding up to their end of the responsibility as educators.  I wasn't about to listen to Mz. Moore and the rest of the upper aged teachers use the excuse that the students were unreachable, and how this was the lost generation.  So immediately as her usual thirty minute tirade took place I interrupted.

''Wow!!!''

''Excuse me. Mr. Alexander? Do you have something you would like to add?''

''As a matter of fact I think I do.''

Some of the younger staff immediately put their heads down and began to shake as if to say I hope he don't go off the deep end, but it was too late.''

'' Every meeting for the last six months I have been forced to listen to you discuss, I'm sorry ramble on about how horrible the kids are these days.  How unreachable the have become, even how back in your day the behavior would be deemed unacceptable. You constantly condemn them and rarely ever up lift them.  It makes me wonder why you wake up every morning and come here.  Does it ever dawn on you that they aren't the only problem?  Do you ever take into consideration that it's not just the students, but also the parents who were to blame.  Even better why not, take in your part as well, do you come in daily with intent to distribute knowledge? Or are you just here for the check, making sure you get your years in for your pension?  If you do why is it we never hear those complaints.  If we stop for a second and leave the kids alone would we then have time to look at the school system itself.  Why is it that we don't expect our students to learn the same things that students from other districts learn.  We don't have the same curriculum as say a Bloomfield school district now do we?  Though we insist that the students are the blame!  At what point do we stop placing the blame, and actually start taking some?  Over population, lack of supplies, teachers who fail to do their jobs, whether it's the fact that they're incapable, afraid, or just refuse to.  Either way we fail just as we do they do.  Only our failure is worst because as they know not what it is they're doing, but we know all to well.''

Honestly it was the best speech I could ever recall giving, and in the end I felt like a weight was lifted from me.  These were things that I had wanted to say for so long and had forced myself not too.  Once my words had traveled to all ears in the meeting I was interrupted by Mz. Moore who wanted to express to both sides of the argument that this meeting was to discuss the good job we had done.  The year was just about over the results from the M.E.A.P were in and our numbers were higher than they had been in the past seven years. My guess was that it was because of the influx of new teachers and their different approaches to teaching.  I definitely intended on backing up my theory  by doing a little bit of research.  The students weren't to get their results back for another week giving each counselor an opportunity to sort their students out.  That would give me just enough time to sort out just what student's numbers grew and what students hadn't.

            Weeks after me speaking up in the meeting my words were still buzzing through the halls of the school.  I was still receiving evil stares from certain teachers, I even got hit with the whole lack of respect for the older generation.  The entire thing was a bit amusing to me, truth was I could care less what they thought.  I respect those who deserve my respect.  As far as I was concerned a teacher who blames the students for being students didn't deserve it.  I could still recall years ago when I was still actually in high school one of my favorite teachers said something that rang so true to me on this day, I could hardly believe it.  She said that she loved her job, but hated the people!  Then I couldn't truly understand her statement, but now it was so apparent I couldn't help but understand.  My understanding went a step further because I not only understood but I totally agreed.  It wasn't the kids that made the job hard, it was my fellow co-worker.  The jealous, the lazy, and the ones that didn't care anymore were the ones that over did it on a regular basis.  Not only that their mouths were always open with something to say about either my teaching methods, or something about the children's inability to learn, at least from their stand point.  They also went out of their way to let me know that they really didn't care for me most times I found it amusing but from time to time it was becoming annoying.  Luckily their wasn't too much time left, before the school year was over, who knew I might even be one and done.

As the school year's end was approaching I quickly decided at the last moment to give a final.  It wasn't going to be an exam, but more of a check on learning.  Each student would have to find the common ground between a piece from Shakespeare and their favorite writer of their time.  Knowing that most of them were guaranteed to pick rappers of some sort I was prepared for any unbelievable attempt at a comparison between Shakespeare and Lil Wayne.  Attempting to keep an open mind, I had to laugh at myself when giving out the assignment.  Everyone had until the end of the school year to present their comparison piece, I wanted so bad to bring in a video camera to hold onto my laughter forever but decided against it.

 Besides work my play time plate seemed to be dwindling.  I was spending less time with the many and more with the one.  Erin was soaking up most of my free time which most of the time didn't pose a problem.  There weren't many signs pointing towards her getting to close.  Plus we made it this far with nothing more than a close call or two.  Thus far we were still platonic friends, whatever that meant.  We hadn't had sex but you could cut the sexual tension with a buzz saw.  A few narrow escapes between the two of us, sometimes it was her that saved us, but most times it was me.  After Erin the few seconds I spent outside of work I divided up between whoever was free, when I was free. 

                                                  T.L.C

Not wasting anytime in this situation, I gave Bertha a call as soon as I made it home considering it was short notice if I planned to see her this weekend.  I didn't want her to make plans before I could get to her.  Considering I was just getting into the swing of the game, I might as well make it work for me.   Luckily for me she didn't have any plans for tonight as of yet and made it oooh so easy for me to be penciled in.  Our hotel experience in another county must've made a bigger impact than I had ever suspected.  We decided to meet up in Southfield for a quick bite to eat, at the Uptown Eatery.  Uptown was quiet and secluded on most nights, but on Friday's the bar invited down one of the local radio stations and turned the music up.  The bar side was usually crowded, and loud while the dining side was still secluded enough for you to have an enjoyable dining experience.  Dinner gave us an opportunity to catch up on the time that had passed, during which she continually attempted to convince me that she tried to find me before we left.  She wanted to exchange numbers so that we could keep in contact after the weekend but by the time she made it to my room we had already checked out.  Although as flattering as the possibility of that thought, given my current state it didn't matter much to me.  We continued to talk and drink.  We drank and laughed until our food arrived.  Dinner for me was simple it was the one thing on any menu that would still be satisfying to my acquired taste.  I ordered the grilled salmon, with steamed vegetables, as she dined on a delicious plate of chicken Alfredo.  We treated each other to a taste of the others plate and continued our enjoyable time.  I was actually having a great time.  What made it even more enjoyable were the looks of envy that I received from the gentlemen passing by.  She was gorgeous and everybody in the place knew it, not to toot my own horn but the women gave her a couple evil eyes as well.  We will call it even for my sake, even though she easily had me beat.  As dinner ended we were left with nothing more to do.  It was close to midnight and neither of us wanted to end the date that had started hours ago.  It was her idea to stop at her house for a sobering cup of coffee, which really wouldn't have done me much good considering I don't touch the stuff.  Luckily for both of us we weren't far from her beautiful home that she shared with another beautiful woman who looked a bit familiar herself.  As we walked in it was easily visible that her roommate wasn't expecting company to be returning with her.  Entering the extremely spacious living room Brittany attempted to cover up all her very visible assets, as she sat naked as naked could be on the luckiest piece of furniture in the house. 

"Oops, sorry Britt didn't see your car outside, didn't know you were home."

"Not a problem, wasn't expecting you to bring home company.  Wish I knew, would've threw on some clothes."

For her to be sitting there naked she wasn't rushing out of sight, as she sat covering herself with a throw pillow and a smile.  I seemed to be the shy one in the situation trying my best to turn away and hide my eyes.  That changed as she never moved at all, I started to ask if she wanted me to step back outside until she could make it to the back of the house, but before the words formed she released the pillow and stood up.  Questioning her roommate as to just who was standing in their living room enjoying the view so much.  Bertha who had made her way to the kitchen by now hollered back to living room,

"You remember Chris from Caribanna, right?"

"Chris?  Which time did you meet him?"

"The last trip, the guy who I kept disappearing with."

"Oh, oh yeah the one with the sleeping roommate.  Yeah I remember him, damn now I see why you kept disappearing.  He looks delicious!"

"Doesn't he, I'm planning on tasting every bit of him."

Now for a second or two I was thrown off, more than just a bit.  Mainly because this entire conversation was happening right in front of me as if I wasn't standing right there.  Not that I minded too much, but I was just surprised that the conversation would be so blatant.  As if the conversation wasn't wild enough as it was, it got worse.

"Well do you plan on sharing him or you calling no dibs?"

Did she just call dibs on me as if I was a bag a chips or something?  No way!  This was funny as hell, they couldn't be serious.

"Well, that's all up to him.  He might not get down like that, hell he might not be able to handle that."

Now they had gone way too far, but I didn't want to jump in their conversation.  Considering it sounded too good to be true anyway, I didn't want to jump in just to have them express they were joking.  Plus I didn't want to blow the chance to get them both by being greedy.  So I continued to sit back and listen to them talk not showing any excitement at the situation unfolding right in front of me.

"Shit, does he talk?  Cause any other nigga would've jumped up and said something by now."

Finally unable to hold it in any longer I threw myself out there. "Well you all seemed to have the situation under control I didn't think you needed my input."

Bertha entered the room as the words oozed out of my mouth, standing next to Brittany they looked at each other, then looked back at me.  Then without warning they turned to each other and did the unthinkable.  I was the third party to the sexiest, longest, wettest kiss I had ever witnessed.  The seconds seemed like hours, and when they finally broke the lip lock they turned back around and looked at me once again.

"So can we taste you?"

"Damn straight!"

They moved simultaneously towards me smiles across their faces as they made their way to me.  Each took a side starting on my neck and working their way down to my clothes, unbuttoning my Polo shirt then pulling it up and over my outstretched arms.  Each of them ran their tongues across my chest.   I was in awe of the situation.  At the same time Bertha unbuckled my belt, Brittany unzipped my pants.  There was nothing on earth sexier at that moment than four hands working on undressing me.  Falling back into the plushness of the couch I had nothing more to do, but enjoy the part of life I had yet to experience.  I was living every man's fantasy, and it was getting better by the second.  As their journey led them from the valley of my chest to the mountains of my manhood.  Two sets of lips, two wet tongues, and two heads bobbing.  What could be better?  It was as if their mouths were fighting over who could get me the deepest.  My eyes rolled up from the pleasure, I couldn't believe the amount of pleasure I was enjoying.  Closing my eyes then reopening them to make sure that I wasn't dreaming.  Yep, I was still here and it was still happening.  Their fighting stopped just long enough to indulge in each others lips, sitting back and watching their form of art still in a bit of disbelief that I was this lucky was amazing.  Let me clarify:  If it's true that women are hands down the most beautiful thing on earth, then two of them enjoying each other has to be some type of art form.  As I excused myself  from between the two of them, Bertha pushed Brittany back on the couch and continued my own private show.  Dipping her face between Britt's beautiful thighs, I had to move in closer to enjoy the view.  It was almost enough for me to be out the game already, as Bertha poked her ass up in perfect position she looked up at me as if I should know exactly what to do with what she was working with.  I maintained my composure and moved to the other end of the couch, noticing the look of ecstasy plastered across Britt's face.  My intent moved from enjoyment to determination, I was determined to make Bertha's face mimic that of Brittany's.  As I entered the warmth of Bertha's palace she released a muffled moan of pleasure, which made her bury her face even deeper in Brittany's wetness.  Slowly placing, and then replacing myself deep into her love her reactions had the domino affect on Brittany, and in turn on me.  I couldn't help but enjoy every stroke, as I clinched her cheeks spreading them apart ensuring she felt all that I had to offer.  With a smile as big as a kid in a candy store with a ten dollar bill, I continued this motion for what seemed like hours.  Bertha through her enjoyment managed to utter the words "You gotta try this dick, bitch!"  If that was a letter of recommendation it was even better.  Sliding from beneath Bertha, as I continued my precise stokes Brittany moved closer to enjoy the view of me sliding in and out repeatedly.

"You are so right I do need to get some of that dick!  So do you have enough to go around Christopher?"

I slowed my pace, turned to look at the beauty on the side of me and explained that I had enough for both of them to cum again and again.  She smiled and then told me to prove it!  Sliding away from the unbelievable enjoyment that was in front of me, turning towards her I grabbed her arm and gently pulled her towards the bar stool across the room.  Bertha politely expressed the fact that she didn't want to be left out.  As she attempted to stand, legs shaking she nearly collapsed back down to the couch.  With a slight chuckle we continued to our destination, she hopped up on the stool facing the bar, as I stood behind her she inched back to the edge of the seat.  Giving just enough room for me to slide up and as deep as possible,

"Damn get it daddy!  Give it to me!"

Grabbing her waist to hold her steady, I stroked her repeatedly.  As soaked as she was I was surprised that I wasn't constantly slipping out.  Bertha intent not to be left out made her way over, and walked behind the bar.  Leaning over the bar, giving Brittany the wettest, sexiest kiss I had the opportunity to behold.  Still moaning from the pleasure she was receiving while keeping the kiss going was enough to make me explode all at once.  I removed myself from her depths and stumbled back from my excitement.  Lucky for me it was as if they didn't miss a beat without my participation.  Sitting back and enjoying the view was enough to keep me satisfied, but I wasn't holding up my end of the bargain so back into the mix I went.  For the next couple hours I worked as if I had a plant job and had mandatory overtime, showing the stamina of a long distance runner.  Helping each of them to cum over and over again, until I couldn't take it anymore, with so much enjoyment my body needed its rest.  I thought I would collect my things and make my way home, but it wasn't what happened.  I was asked to enjoy, the rest of the night with them as well as the entire morning.

American Gangster

The movie was great and you can quote me on that one.  Take it from a true movie goer, and a person who saw it five times.  Once at home unfortunately, and for more times at the show.  Not once have I gotten tired of the picture nor the acting Denzel was as always phenomenal.  Unlike the usual black gangster flicks (Belly, Colors, N 2 Deep) it actually gave you insight to the drug trade.  Instead of filling you with worthless action and continous gun fights the writers filled the slot with an actual story and a plot.  It was beautifully shot, and magnificently thought out.  I absolutely loved the movie and just may see it again.  Though it was a great film I have heard many people say that it wasn't a CLASSIC.  This is something I couldn't even believe I had to argue especially not with people of color.  This isn't a hood classic, it shouldn't just be deligated to just the hood it a classic period!!!  If movies like:  (The God Father, Goodfellas, Scareface, Casino, or a Bronx Tale) are considered classics by most.  What on earth excludes American Gangster?

The movie is by far a classic, but even classics aren't perfect.  If I could change one thing it would be the time they spent talking about the cops life even though it was a huge part of the story because in the end he was the same person who got him out of jail.  The story wasn't about the cop.  You didn't go to the movies to hear about the cop, we didn't care about the cop.  That was the thing with all the aformentioned movies that are deemed classics.  The story focused on the Gangster, and the Gangster only.  Other than that no changes.  IT'S A CLASSIC!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The Learning Curve

As the tears finally dried, a certain distain replaced my pain.  It couldn't be explained any other way, in the beginning, I thought it was simple I was hurt because I didn't get my way. Or maybe it was the fact that I had lost, to someone else.  The thought of someone being better than me had my mind totally mesmerized.  I had long forgotten how it felt to lose, especially when it came to women, but that's exactly what happened.  But was that truly the reason for my pain, or was it deeper than that?  Whatever the reason was didn't matter at the time the only thing that mattered was making them pay.  When I say them I mean all of them, though it was only one woman who had caused the pain that I was feeling.  Every woman that I would encounter from now on would pay for her mistake. (I had truly learned nothing!)  For the next couple of years there wouldn't be a woman that crossed my path that would be able to get close to me.  She had made it bad for them all, and they didn't even know it.  I guess I'll start where you guys last saw me sitting in that damn car.

As I sat in my car I could think of only one person who could truly understand what I was going through, I also knew she was the only person up and willing to listen to me rant and rave about my troubles.  She was also one of the many people who warned me to be careful, as I punched the keys of my Nokia 6600, I could hear her words in the back of my mind "Christopher Be Careful, it seems like you have too much of yourself wrapped up in this chick." Damn, sometimes I wish I listened more!  If I did, I'd probably not have to hear the, I told you so speech as much as I did.  The phone rang twice before she picked up,

"Morning Steph, you alright?" (Attempting to hide the hurt in my voice.)

"Oh shit, the dead has arisen, what the hell are you doing up this early? (She asked with a chuckle following.)

I had done a good job hiding the hurt, but knowing her it wouldn't be long in this conversation before she recognized the sound in my voice and questioned me on it.  Stephanie, or Steph for short and I had been bestfriends now for the past two years, she was one of the few people who had seen past the arrogant sarcasm, and bullshit, to actually find out that I was a nice guy.  From then on we became very close, so close that anyone that I met thereafter would not only have to accept me, but also accept the fact that she was part of my life.  Though our relationship was completely platonic, it was still hard for most people I met to deal with, but that wasn't my problem that would be something that they would have to deal with.

"I'm cool just leaving her house, we decided that we wouldn't be seeing each other anymore."

"Are you serious?  Why, what happened? Wait you said ya'll decided, or do you mean she decided not to see you anymore?"

"Well I guess, you can say it was more her decision than mine, but in the end I guess I agreed that it was for the best."

"I told you her ass was going to hurt you, one of these days.  I knew she was no good what happen tell me all about it."

I hadn't really called to give her all the intricate details of what had happened, I just needed someone to talk to.  So sliding past most of the extras I got to the meat of my problem, and by the end of our conversation I had come to the same conclusion that I had arrived at sitting alone while confiding in myself.  No other woman on earth had a chance at getting close and if they did, it would be no time in the near future.  We talked for the next hour or two, before I went in the house and laid across the couch, powering my phone off and tossing it across the room.  I had no intentions of answering it, at least for today, and I wasn't in the mood for conversation from anyone, especially not from anyone of the female persuasion.  The minute I closed my eyes the visual began, my beautiful dreams had instantly became nightmares.  She had taken over my every thought when I was awake, and now she was taken over my dreams as I slept.  For the next couple of weeks it was bad, most of my time was spent alone reminiscing about the relationship that was now over.  That was until I decided the time for moping was over, it was time for me to get back in the game, better yet make my own game.

  From the looks of it I didn't even have a Cut Buddy (an understood sexual partner) anymore, though this problem could easily be resolved tonight.  Well not so easily.  She was my college experience so far, not to mention a pretty damn good experience.  She was more than a Cut Buddy, and a friend, which was rare in itself, but even more than, that she was a walking, talking ego boost.  She was the first woman to tell me that I WAS THE BEST she'd ever had.  It's not so much that I believed her than it was the fact that she said it, and it sounded damn good when it came out. This was neither here nor there, her man was here now and she was unavailable.  Or so I thought!

I would've expected it being his birthday and all, for them to be trapped in her room for the weekend, as we had been for many nights out of this semester we were enjoying. They decided to come out for air and stopped by the party ""Bad move!"  I had been at the party for about an hour, it was decent as parties went.  I guess I had something a little different in mind, maybe I was expecting a different setting than the recreation gym with a tarp over the floor, I had spent enough days in this area playing basketball.  Wasn't expecting to party here too, but that's what I get for not going to a Black University like my mom suggested.  The party was thrown by the Alpha's and they had produced a great crowd, with a great mixture and limited problems.  I just wasn't as impressed with the music, but nothing's perfect so I was going to enjoy myself no matter what it took.  Luckily, it didn't take much between the buzz that I had from the cup I had been sipping on through out the night, and the attention that I was getting from the opposite sex.  I was quite content.  That's when it happened I was standing by the entrance talking to a candidate in the quiet area I was facing the entrance and she had her back to it, when they walked in, hand in hand it was so cute.  I was truly happy for her, as well as him.  They deserved to be happy if in fact they were.  The look that she had on her face when she saw me was not that of a woman excited to be out with her man.  She seemed uneasy or nervous as if she was in between a rock and a hard place.  Her face seemed to scream out at me "Please don't trip!" as if I was going to act up or something. I spoke to her and then introduced myself to her man, gave some lame ass line about "Its good to finally meet you, she talks about you all the time, and we have class together." Then I moved on, to me it was simply better yet it was the only thing to do.  I knew our situation, she already had a man and luckily it wasn't me.  There was no reason to make a fool of myself, nor get her in trouble, and no need to get him riled up for nothing.  So instead, enjoying the rest of my night was my plan, every now and again throughout the night I would see her dancing with him but staring at me, this did nothing more than make my night that much better.  I could almost hear what she was thinking through her stares.  Just to be sure though, I would find out on the next slow song, the D.J played 112's Can I Touch You, and I thought to myself, "Perfect". I grabbed the sexiest chick in the area, and led her to the dance floor. Slow dancing can be so SINtual when done right, as the music played we'd slowly glide across the floor all the time our bodies rhythmically moving together, all the while my body grinding against hers.  The beautiful young lady was in a trance, gently singing the words in her ear as we danced (Keep in mind I can't sing a lick, but at the right time on the right line you can't tell.) Anyway, I could feel her embrace get tighter, obviously I hit the right line at the right time. She whispered in my ear "Do you have plans after the party!"  Just as I was about to answer I noticed Tamekia right next to us dancing with her man. Staring as if she could read my mind and already knew my answer, to the question she had just read off old girl's lips.  The next song came on, and I politely asked Tamekia's man if we could switch I told him that he would be doing me a big favor cause the chick was trying to attack me.  He laughed for a second but didn't need much convincing, mostly because his new dance partner was sexy as hell. He just wanted to make sure it was okay with his woman if he danced with someone else, of course she didn't have a problem with it at all. Mostly because she had a couple of words of endearment that she wanted to relay to me anyway, as soon as we switched it started.

"So you going home with her tonight! I see how she's all up on you!"          

"Is that right? I hadn't noticed, but I have noticed you staring half the night. What up wit that?" (I said with a killer smirk)

"Ain't nobody been paying yo ass no attention!"

"If that's the case how you know she was all over me, I couldn't tell.  That was the first time I've danced wit her all night."

"Well that ain't how it looked just now!"

"This is cute.  You actually sound jealous, and you're here with yo man.  That doesn't seem a little sick to you? That can't be good."

"Chris answer my question!"

"You don't want me to answer that."

"So you are going home wit her."

"No, I'll be in my room alone"

"Whateva"

"See I told you, you didn't want me to answer your question."

"No, that's not it at all.  I just expected the truth!"

"And that's exactly what you got.  If you like you can stop by and check, oh yeah my fault yo man is here. So you can't!!!"

"You think you're funny, huh?"

"End of the song.  You best get back to your boo." (with a smirk)

Seeing as that was the last song of the night and all I probably should go find the fellas, and get back home or wherever it is I'm going.  After the party and a little flirting in the parking lot I finally made it back to my room around 3:30am, a little tipsy, and a lot sleepy.  I took my shower and got ready to lie down around 4:45am, I received a knock on my door "Who the hell is it?"  "Open the door and find out!" thinking to myself "Quit playin I know that voice."  What the hell was she doing here? The perplexed look on my face had to give away what I was thinking, so she was polite enough to answer the question that was racing through my brain. "You said I could stop by and check in on you.  Are you alone?" my response was quite simple I already explained what I was doing tonight at the party.  Must we go through that again.  I was all but sure he had to be gone back to where ever it was that he went to school so when my next question came out it was more than sarcastic.  "So what you just up and left in the middle of the night?" her response was not only shocking but it also appalled me in such a way that I was almost disgusted "I had my girl Angie come get me, she had a female emergency and needed my help." This may very well have been the sickest shit I had heard thus far in my life.  After explaining that she needed to get back to her man as soon as possible, she continued her assault to my "supposed" innocents, by saying that her man was drunk and asleep so she had time to get back. Not even attempting to stop there she went on to let me know how tasty I appeared earlier that night. The only response that I could conjure was "Is that so?" to which she replied "Yes it is, do you have any idea what I wanted to do to you, better yet what I wanted you to do to me."

"No I was distracted by you're boo."

"Well let me see if I can get you focused on the right thing."

She came over to the bed and laid on top of me, and began to kiss my neck. Needless to say I easily forgot about the man she left asleep in her room, as she ran her hands from my chest down to my thighs.  As I ran my fingers through her hair I aggressively pulled back so that I might attack her neck, and return the pleasure that she had so generously given to me.  She let out a soft moan, inspiring me to continue slowly sliding my lips across her soft curves allowing her to enjoy every second, every minute of my touch. As we caressed each other all the while becoming more and more excited. I could feel the heat from her personal inferno calling, yearning, wanting me deep inside her.  As I entered I felt her warmth embrace me, once again she released a deep moan and whispered in my ear "You feel so good inside of me, that's why I'm here instead of there." in the same sexy voice she continued "I'm here because, YOU'RE THE BEST." With that said, I guess a switch was thrown because my pace increased, and her moans intensified.  Before she could speak another word her walls collapsed, and flooded with moisture drowning me in her bliss. With her pleasure fulfilled, and my ego more than satisfied by her compliments, I let her know she should be getting back to her man, he could be getting worried.  This must have brought her back down to earth because she gave an evil scowl threw her clothes back on, and proceeded to the door.  "Goodnight Chris!" Don't you mean good morning Tamekia?  She slammed the door and the room was dark again.

WHAT`S REALLY GOOD WITH THIS PLANET PERIOD. I WOULD LOVE TO JUST SIT HERE AND PUT A CERTAIN GROUP ON BLAST BUT IT`S EVERYBODY NOT JUST ONE GROUP.  I`M GONNA TAKE THE TIME TO GO OVER A COUPLE QUESTIONS I`M CONFUSED ABOUT.

THINGS I DON`T UNDERSTAND:

FIRST AND FOR MOST THE QUESTION OF THE YEAR IZ:

1. WHAT`S WRONG WITH THESE HOE`Z?

2. WHY DO CHICKS SWARE UP AND DOWN THAT THEY JUST WANNA BE CUT BUDDIES, BUT AFTER A MONTH OF GOOD SEX THEY ALL OF A SUDDEN CATCH FEELINGS, AND WANT MORE?

3. WHY DO CHICKS THINK THAT SEX WILL CHANGE A DUDES FEELINGS TOWARDS THEM? "IF I WANTED A RELATIONSHIP I`D BE IN ONE."

4. WHY IS IT THAT SOME CHICKS ARE SO DAMN LAZY SEXUALLY? (IF YOUR PUT IN A POSITION TO GET IT WORKED ON THEN STAY IN THE POSITION, AND GET IT BEAT UP.)

5. WHAT`S WIT CHICKS WEARING THIS LITTLE ASS SHIRTS WIT HELLUVA STOMACH? IF YOU GOT A BELLY DON`T WEAR A BELLY SHIRT.

6. LADIES WHY IS IT NECESSARY TO HAVE YOUR THONG SHOWING TO COMPLETE AN OUTFIT?

7. WHY ARE CHICKS SO EASILY FOOLED BY THE LITTLE SH*T?  FOR INSTANCE (THIS DUDES RUNNING AROUND WIT RIAMONDS (NOT DIAMONDS) AND MANKS (NOT A MINKS)AND THESE CHICKS FALLING VICTIM TO THE HOAX.

8. WHAT ABOUT THESE CHICKS THAT THANK THEY KNOW WHAT REAL JEWELRY LOOKS LIKE? (ACCEPTING FIVE KARAT RIAMOND RINGS.)

9. WHY WEAR APPLE BOTTOMS IF YOU AIN`T GOT NO ASS?

10. WHY YOU SHOPPING AT SOMERSET WHEN YOU SHOULD BE SHOPPIN AT DOTS? PAY BILLS FIRST THEN SHOP IDIOTS!!!
 
11. WHY DOES THE CHICK THAT DOESN`T GIVE HEAD STILL EXIST? I THOUGHT THEY WOULD`VE RECALLED THAT MODEL DECADES AGO.

12. WHY DOES THE PROFESSIONAL H.E.A.D GIVER, PRETEND SHES NEVER GAVE HEAD BEFORE? SHE ALWAYS FINDS IT NECESSARY TO SAY SOMETHING LIKE "I DON`T USUALLY DO THIS!"

13. IF YOU KNOW IT WASN`T HIS BABY GIVE HIM THE MONEY BACK FOR THE ABORTION? (DON`T TRY TO GO SHOPPIN WIT IT!)

14. IF YOU LOOK LIKE A MONSTER, WHY DO YOU HAVE A SH*TTY ATTITUDE? YOU REALLY SHOULD BE ONE OF THE NICEST PEOPLE ON EARTH YOU DON`T HAVE MUCH TO FALL BACK ON!

15. JUST BECAUSE YOUR CUTE IN THE FACE AND NICE IN THE WAIST, WHY DO YOU FEEL IT NECESSARY TO ACT LIKE A B*TCH? YOUR LOOKS DON`T LAST FOREVER SEE QUESTION #14. YOU COULD BE THERE SOON.

16. WHEN DID THICK BECOME THE NEW FAT? IT`S CRAZY HOW MANY PEOPLE MISTAKE BEING THICK FOR TRULY BEING FAT. ALL THE TRULY THICK PEOPLE ON EARTH SHOULD BEGIN TO TAKE OFFENSE TO THE WHOLE TERM "THICK"

17. WHY CAN`T MEN AND WOMEN JUST BE FRIENDS WITHOUT ONE OF THEM WANTING MORE?

18. WHY ARE YOU STILL HAVING SEX IF YOUR NOT BEING SATISFIED? IF YOU DON`T CLIMAX WHAT WAS THE POINT OF LAYING DOWN? JUST FOR HIS PLEASURE HUH? HOW SWEET (SARCASTIC STATEMENT)

19. LADIES I CAN PROBABLY UNDERSTAND YOUR PAIN WHEN IT COMES TO NOT BEING SEXUALLY SATISFIED, BUT UNDERSTAND PART OF IT LIES UPON YOU ALL OF YOU!!!! IF A MAN DOES NOT PLEASE YOU LET HIM KNOW DON`T HAVE HIM RUNNING AROUND TOWN THINKING HE IS KING DINGALING, AND HE AIN`T. IN OTHER WORDS DON`T FAKE IT ANYMORE! THAT WAY HE MAY ACTUALLY MAKE STRIDES TO CHANGE HIS INAFFECTIVENESS AND WON`T MOVE ON TO THE NEXT CHICK AND DISAPPOINT HER AS WELL. AS WOMEN YOU SHOULDN`T BE SELFISH, SAVE THE NEXT WOMAN THE HASSEL OF FIXING YOUR MESS.  MAYBE THEN YOU WANT HAVE TO HEAR THESE LAME DUDES TALKING ABOUT HOW LIVE THEY ARE IN BED!

20. IN HIS DEFENSE, DON`T TELL HIM HE`S A LAME LOVER IN THE MIDDLE OF AN ARGUEMENT, OR WHEN YOU ARE ABOUT TO BREAK UP WITH HIM. HE WON`T BELIEVE YOU. I SPEAK FROM EXPEREINCE THERE IS A CHANCE THAT I HAVE NOT PLEASED EVERY WOMAN THAT I HAVE BEEN WITH I HATE TO ADMIT IT BUT IT MAY BE TRUE! BUT IF SHE WAITS UNTIL WE HAVE AN ARGUEMENT OR OUR RELATIONSHIP IS ENDING TO TELL ME IT`LL BE KINDA HARD FOR ME TO BELIEVE.

I KNOW YOU LADIES ARE ABOUT TIRED OF ME TALKING ABOUT YA`LL SO LET ME GET ON THE FELLAS.

21. WHAT`Z WRONG WIT THESE LAME ASS NI**A`Z

22. WHY DO DUDES BY $50,000 CARS OR TRUCKS AND STILL LIVE IN THE BASEMENT OF MOMMIESHOUSE?

23. WHY DO DUDES BY SIXTY INCH PLASMA SCREENS AND ONLY HAVE BASIC CHANNELS (2,4,7,20,50,62)AND INSTEAD OF HAVING A DVD PLAYER USE THE PLAYSTATION FROM THE TRUCK (SEE QUESTION TWENTY)?

24. WHY DO THESE SAME DUDES HAVE TO WAIT TO HOLLA AT A CHICK UNTIL THEY LEAVE THE CLUB, AND THEY ARE SAFELY IN THERE CARS SO THE CHICK ACTUALLY HAS SOMETHING TO LOOK AT? (GUESS I ANSWERED THAT ONE MYSELF.)

25. JUST BECAUSE SHE ON THE PATCH DON`T MEAN GO RAW AND BUST ALL IN HER. YOU WEAR A BULLET PROOF VEST JUST IN CASE, NOT TO SHOOT YA SELF STUPID!!

26. IF YOU AIN`T WORKIN YA D*CK, WHY NOT SWITCH UP AND USE OTHER TALENTS? EAT UP YOU MIGHT LIKE IT!

27. FELLAS IF YOUR MARRIED ACT LIKE IT, JUST BECAUSE YOU DIDN`T GET A DIVORCE AND YOU STILL LIVE TOGETHER, DOESN`T AUTOMATICLLY MAKE YOU A GOOD HUSBAND. ESPECIALLY IF YOU`RE GOING OUT CHEATING EVERY NIGHT. YOU DON`T DESERVE HELLA RESPECT BECAUSE YOU`RE STICKING IT OUT. 

28. FELLAS IF YOU MAKE THE MISTAKE OF GETTING HER PREGNANT, WHY INTENSIFY THE SITUATION BY ASKING HER TO MARRY YOU? ESPECIALLY IF YOU REALLY DON`T LOVE HER.

29. WHAT IS REALLY GOING ON WITH THESE PEOPLE ON BLACKPLANET BEING HELL BENT ON YOU HAVING A PICTURE ON YOUR PAGE FOR THEM TO TALK TO YOU AND THEIR PICTURES LOOK HORRIBLE?

30.  FELLAS WHY ARE YOU STILL LYING ABOUT EATING P*SSY? YOU`RE GROWN AS HELL ACT LIKE IT!

31.  DUDES WHY ARE YOU STILL LYING ON YOUR SKILLS, SAYING YOU CAN F*CK ALL NIGHT? ALL NIGHT DOESN`T COUNT IF YOU START AT 11:58PM AND END AT 12:00AM LADIES DON`T LIKE THAT!

32.  FELLAS STOP BEING SELFISH MAKE HER C*M. INSTEAD OF JUST GETTING YOURS, MAYBE THEN SHE WON`T HAVE SO MANY HEADACHES WHEN YOU WANT SOME.

33.  WHY LIE ABOUT YOUR SIZE? YOU KNOW EVENTUALLY SHE`LL FIND OUT!

34.  FELLA`Z CAN WE PLEASE STOP TRYIN TO CALL WOMEN H*E`Z, AND B*TCHES JUST BECAUSE THEY`VE HAD AS MANY SEXUAL EXPERIENCES AS WE HAVE WE`RE NOT VIEWED AS SUCH SO WHY SHOULD THEY BE WE LIKE GOOD SEX, AND THEY LIKE IT JUST AS MUCH AS WE DO.
THIS ONE IS FOR OUR BLACK PARENTS ON THE PLANET.

35. LADIES AND GENTLEMEN WHY HAVE PICTURES OF YOUR CHILDREN ON THE SAME PAGE THAT YOU APPEAR BARE ASSED ON? DOES THAT MAKE ANY DAMN SENSE?

36. PARENTS WHY DO YOU CONTINUE TO ATTEMPT TO LIVE YOUR DREAMS OUT THROUGH YOUR CHILDREN? IF YOU DIDN`T MAKE IT TO THE (NBA, NFL,MLB) CHANCE ARE THEY WON`T EITHER.

37. CAN WE STOP TRYING TO CONVINCE OUR CHILDREN THAT THE ONLY WAY OUT OF THE HOOD IS TO PLAY A SPORT, OR BE A RAPPER? LAST TIME I CHECK THE PLAYERS AGENT MAKES ANYWHERE BETWEEN (10-30 PERCENT) OF THE PLAYERS SALARY FOR DOING NOTHING.

38. CAN WE START TO PUT A BIGGER EMPHASIS ON EDUCATION? IN OTHER WORDS JUST BECAUSE IT TAKES A 2.00 GPA TO PLAY A SPORT, YOU SHOULDN`T LET YOUR CHILD BE SATISFIED WITH JUST THAT.

39. PARENTS WHO WATCH COLLEGE BASKETBALL, HAVE YOU EVER NOTICED AT THE END OF EVERY COLLEGE BENCH THERE ARE PLAYERS WHO DON`TEVEN ATTEMPT TO TAKE OF THEIR WARM-UPS?  WANNA KNOW WHY? THERE JOB IS TO BRING UP THE GPA (GRADE POINT AVERAGE) OF THE TEAM, NOT PLAY BASKETBALL. THAT WAY THE SCHOOL LOOKS MORE ACREDITTED!

40. DOES YOUR CHILD UNDERSTAND WHO IS THE CHILD, AND WHO IS THE PARENT?

I`m back on people in general so this could go for men as well as women, but I can only speak from my point of view:

41. CAN WE NOT AGREE TO THINGS THAT WE KNOW DAMN WELL WE CAN`T ADHERE TO. LADIES(SAY IN CAN BE F*CK BUDDIES WHEN YOU KNOW YOU WANT MORE JUST TO TRY TO CHANGE UP LATER ON.)OR FELLAS(SAYING YOU WANT TO GET TO KNOW HER WHEN YOU REALLY ONLY WANT TO F*CK, WHO KNOWS THAT MAY BE ALL SHE WANTS AS WELL.)

On to the married people on the planet.

42. WHY IS IT THAT SO MANY MARRIED COUPLES NEVER REALIZE THAT DIVORCE IS NOT AN OPTION? MARRIAGE IS SUPPOSED TO BE FOREVER, FOR BETTER OR WORSE. NOT JUST UNTIL I GET TIRED OF MY MATE. GET MARRIED FOR THE RIGHT REASON NOT JUST BECAUSE IT`S THE NEXT STEP.

43. WHY IS IT PEOPLE INSIST ON GETTING MARRIED, WITHOUT EXPERIENCING LIFE FIRST? "I haven`t traveled, I don`t know what I like, I don`t even know what I want to do with my life, but will you marry me." JUST PLAIN STUPID!!!

44. WHY DO WE CONTINUE THE GAME? WE KNOW DAMN WELL WE DON`T REALLY WANT TO BE WITH OUR MATE ANYMORE, BUT WE`RE SO DAMN COMFORTABLE WITH WHAT THEY OFFER WE JUST STAY AROUND NOT HAPPY MAYBE NOT EVEN SATISFIED, JUST COMFORTABLE. DOESN`T MAKE SENSE TO ME! ESPECIALLY WHEN SOMEONE COMES INTO YOUR LIFE THAT MAKES YOU HAPPY INSTEAD OF TAKING A CHANCE WITH THEM WE STICK TO THE KNOWN INSTEAD OF THE UNKNOWN. TAKE A CHANCE THIS IS LIFE NOT DEATH. DAMMIT MAN!!!!!!

NOW I REALLY WOULD LIKE A HONEST ANSWER TO THESE LAST QUESTIONS HOLLA AT ME!!!!

45. WHAT IF HE BROKE YOUR MANAGAMOUS AGREEMENT? WHAT IF HE TOLD YOU ONE LIE BUT DIDN`T MEAN IT? WHAT IF HIS ONE MISTAKE HAD THE POTENTIAL TO BREAK UP YA`LL HAPPY HOME? WOULD YOU WANT TO KNOW? (LYFE)

46. WHAT IF SHE TOLD YOU SHE HAD A CONFESSION, WHAT IF SHE SAID FOUR YEARS AGO WHILE YA`LL WERE ARGUING, HE CAME OVER TO COMFORT HER, AND SHE WOUND UP PREGNANT, AND SHE CAN`T SAY FOR SURE IF THE BABIES YOURS. WOULD YOU WANT TO KNOW? WHAT IF SHE CONFESSED IT AND IT TURNED OUT NOT TO BE YOUR BABY AFTER YOU GOT TESTED. WHAT WOULD YOU DO?(LYFE)

47. WHY IS THAT IF I SAY I DON`T WANT TO BE IN A RELATIONSHIP IT`S ONLY BECAUSE I`M SCARED?  WHY CAN`T IT JUST BE THE FACT THAT I DON`T WANT TO BE IN A RELATIONSHIP AT THIS POINT AND TIME IN MY LIFE? BETTER YET WHAT IF IT`S JUST THE FACT THAT AT THIS POINT AND TIME I DON`T WANT TO BE WITH ONE WOMAN, OR HAVEN`T MET THE WOMAN WHO MAKES ME WANT TO BE WITH JUST HER. HERE`S AND IDEA MAYBE I DON`T WANT TO GET IN A RELATIONSHIP JUST FOR THE SAKE OF BEING ABLE TO SAY I`M IN A RELATIONSHIP, MAYBE I`M TIRED OF CHEATING ON MY MATE AND WOULD RATHER BE ALONE TO DATE.

48.WHAT`S REALLY HOOD WITH THE BET AWARDS DID ANYONE SHOW UP OR WAS IT JUST ME?

49. WHAT`S THE DEAL WIT THE PEOPLE THAT DID SHOW UP? NOW DON`T GET IT TWISTED I`M ONE OF THE BIGGEST TI FANS. BUT WHY IS IT THAT EVERYONE GOT UP ON HIS SONG WHICH GOES A LITTLE LIKE THIS "WHEN YOU SEE ME IN THE STREETS NI**A YOUDON`TKNOW ME!" BUT TURN AROUND AND A DUDE SAY STAND UP AND CLAP FA GOD, AND THREE PEOPLE STAND UP. WHAT`S THAT ABOUT?

NOW THIS QUESTION IS RELEGATED TO DETROITER`S BUT I`M SURE IT FITS FOR OTHER CITIES ASWELL.

50. WHAT`S GOOD WITH THESE DETROIT THICK GIRLS? NOW IF YOU DON`T KNOW WHAT DETROIT THICK IS LET ME EXPLAIN:  DETROIT THICK IS WHEN YOUR CHEST IS NICE AND YOUR ASS IS FAT, BUT YA STOMACH IS JUST AS BIG.  WHEN YOU WERE TIGHT SHIRTS THAT PUSH YOUR STOMACH DOWN AND TIGHT PANTS THAT PUSH YOUR STOMACH UP, SO THAT IN THE END IT`S JUST CAUGHT IN THE MIDDLE.  TRAPPED IN PLAIN SIGHT FOR ALL TO SEE EVENTHOUGH NOBODY WANTS TO SEE IT!

My mother kept telling me what goes around comes around. Karma, she would always say, "You're not going to keep treating women the way you do, and not expect that one day it won't come back to haunt you."  I would usually have a surprised look on my face pretending not to know what she was speaking of. The sad part was I not only heard but, I understood what she was saying but never really took the time to listen. I even believed what she said to be true, but the truth was her words just didn't pertain to me. At the time I just didn't feel that it was anything wrong with the way I was treating women. I made them feel SPECIAL!  Therefore, I never took heed to the words that my mother spoke. That is until now. Now it is my turn to feel SPECIAL, as special as I thought I was making them feel. The special feelings that I have made so many women feel before were finally going to be returned onto me.

I can imagine many different terms that can describe my behavior.  To be perfectly honest I've heard many of them from the women that I have dated. Or at least they felt that way after we stopped talking. The one that sticks out the most would have to be Dirt-Bag, probably because the longer I think about the things that I have done the better it fits. It doesn't help that this is the one that I hear most frequently, but in all it definitely fits. Just a quick overview, I love women, they are the single most beautiful creatures on God's green earth. In this, I believe lies the root of my entire problem. I do not enjoy, and appreciate just one woman at a time, I enjoy them all, although I do believe I have given each and every one of them many parts of me, I have yet to share the one thing that they all seemed to want.  It was unfortunate that the same thing that they wanted was the one thing that I wasn't prepared to give of myself. What is it you ask? Commitment, or monogamy. In other words, the one thing they all seemed to want was all of me to themselves. It's not that they didn't deserve it, I just wasn't ready or willing to relinquish myself to them, and only them. In the end I would always be considered the bad guy, even though throughout all the different friendships or relationships that I was a part of, the women were given a choice, it was always understood what I was looking for.  This worked for me for a long time, and I was happy with how everything in my life was working, that was until I met her.  She came in and turned my world upside down, I might have thought I had it all figured out but I wasn't even close.  In order for you to get a full understanding I have to start in the beginning. It seems like a lifetime ago, way before she walked into my LIFE. 

So by now we all know that I have written a book called Karma.  The basic law of Karma is that "What goes around comes around".  What have been your experiences with Karma?  Were you on the giving or receiving end of it?