“All rise! This court is now in session. The Honorable Judge Susan Joyner presiding,” the bailiff announced. “Please be seated,” said the authentic looking brown-skinned woman who had upswept hair and wore a maroon robe. Looking around the sparsely populated room, the family court judge cleared her throat delicately. “First of all, Mr. Spencer the court thanks you for your dedicated service on behalf of Ms. Carsandra Evans as her guardian ad litem. I have reviewed the letter prepared by you and I am not ready to render my decision.” The jurist continued, “I am hereby appointing an attorney a… 続きを読む

“Zion,” yelled Tisha Knight. “Can you come in here?” “What,” the soon to be sixteen year-old shouted. “Boy! Get in here!” “Yes, ma’am,” he called out running. “That box over there is yours,” the single mom pointed. “Oh okay. Thanks, mama!” “What do you want for dinner?” “Can we do Chinese?” “Sure! Orange chicken?” “Yep. And some crab rangoon.” “Okay, baby! I’ll order in a minute.” Tisha and her only c***d had just moved into the 1175 square foot ranch style house in the Lanesborough section of town. The recently promoted nurse manager had just made her first home purchase. She was thirty-two… 続きを読む

"See you later," Christine said to her husband as she got ready to head to the salon with her two daughters. Jerry replied, "Be careful. I love you!" "Love you." The woman walked out of the master bedroom and rounded up the girls. She and Jerry had been married six months now. It was the second marriage for both of them. Jerry pulled off his shirt. He had a couple of tats on caramel chest and an Omega brand. He waited to hear Christine's crystal blue 2012 Chrysler 200 leave the driveway. He waited ten minutes and went upstairs. He flung open one of the bedroom doors. His stepson Kai… 続きを読む

The addiction counselor asked the room how they could work on self-improvement. A middle aged white woman was answering first when the door swung open. “Come on in,” said the licensed professional. “You must be Geo.” “Yes, I am,” replied the five-foot-five-inch, dark brown young man. “There’s a seat right over there by Aaron,” the man pointed. “I’m sorry, Barbara, Continue on.” Barbara went ahead sharing her thoughts. Geo sashayed over to the chair and parked his tail next to the older bald gentleman. The newest member of the group was dressed in a bright blue bubble coat, distressed skinny… 続きを読む

“Good morning, my lady,” Hugo Alazar said yawning as he spied Rochelle waking. “Hey! Good morning,” she returned in kind. “Sleep well?” “Yes. How about you?” “It was good,” he said pulling her close to him. “Hold on,” she protested. “I have morning breath.” “So,” he kissed her anyway. “Last night was so good!” “I’m glad you enjoyed it,” she giggled. “Hell yeah! I gotta get some more of that.” “You will.” “Now’s as good a time as any,” he remarked placing her hand on his engorged manhood. “I see,” she purred. Rochelle slid underneath the covers and paid serious attention to the st… 続きを読む

Rochelle placed the order for a champagne-colored jacquard ball gown with a beaded halter neckline. The classy floor-length number was made by Eliza J. She was planning to war it to the Black & Gold Ball where her twin brother, Randy, lived. Randall Stewart, M.D. was the correspondence secretary for his alumni chapter of Alpha Phi Alpha Fraternity, Inc. He and his wife, Leah, were on their way to a full reconciliation - so much so that after he completed one more month in sober living, he was going to move back into the home he shared with Leah and daughter, Yasmin. He called his sister… 続きを読む

Coree walked into Jeramiah’s room. He asked, “Did you hear what mom said?” “Yeah,” admitted Jere. “You cool with that?” “I guess I am.” “Me too. I guess.” “You don’t sound good.” “Huh,” Coree stuttered. “You actin’ strange. Ma is ma, yo!” “You right. She said you can talk to her. Go do it.” “Maybe I will.” “Can you believe it though.” “I’m not really thinkin’ ‘bout it,” confessed the eleven year-old Jeramiah. “We ain’t never had a life this good.” “You right, li’l bruh. I guess I need to talk to her.” Rochelle was reading a murder mystery. She was reclined on the chaise lounge across the room… 続きを読む

“Clothes,” Rochelle hissed at her oldest son and his best friend Ty as they emerged from the upstairs game room over the garage. Each was wearing a white tank top and long leg performance boxer briefs. Her son, the fifteen year-old Coree, wore a pair of Russell brand with a lime green and grey print. His best friend, sixteen year-old Ty, had on Fruit of the Loom black ones. Their taut, chiseled bodies were coolly displayed as they entered the kitchen to forage for food. The muscular legs and dick prints would have been enticing to most young women. “Oh, dang! My bad, ma,” Coree apologized sli… 続きを読む

“Hey, Mr. Cee,” Rochelle answered her phone. “How you doin’, Ro,” her mother’s husband inquired. “I’m doing pretty good. And you?” “Can’t complain.” “What’s up? I know you don’t usually talk on the phone too much.” “Yeah. That’s the thing. You know I speak with my daughter about my financial planning, right?” “I’m with you so far.” “Well, we were talkin’ this mornin’ and she said that her and Kerene are going to Persopolis to watch the Mountain Lions play. They’re takin’ their new exchange student to see an NFL game.” “That’s nice! They wanted to invite Coree and Jere.” “That’s sweet of them!… 続きを読む

Rochelle was up early this Friday morning even though she didn’t have to be at work until 2:00 p.m. She was making French toast, turkey sausage links, scrambled eggs with cheese, onion and bell pepper, and strawberry compote. She fixed a plate and stuck a candle in the middle of the bread. She called out for the boys to wake up. When her younger son, Jeramiah, entered the room she yelled, “Happy Birthday!” She handed him a party hat and showed him to his seat. The birthday boy’s older brother, Coree, said, “Happy birthday, mane!” “Thanks you guys,” Jere replied. “Here’s your present,” the w… 続きを読む

It was a Saturday night. Herron Owens had just arrived at 1203 Hummingbird Lane in his black 201 Cadillac Escalade EXT sport truck. He walked up the steps to the above-the garage-apartment where Faith Moreland was staying. The five-foot-six, blonde-haired chick opened the door. She was eager for him to come inside. There was an overwhelming smell of marinara sauce in the air. She had made mozzarella-stuffed Italian sausage meatballs. They were resting in a warm pan with a store variety tomato-and-basil sauce and a small bit of the same store label pesto. “Have a seat,” the attractive chic… 続きを読む

It was Friday, mid-morning. and the five-nine, slender, yet curvy Dr. Rochelle Stewart had been off since Wednesday night at 10:00 p.m. She was due back on duty Sunday morning at 6:00 a.m. Today, she was taking it easy while the boys were at school. The only item on her itinerary was an early afternoon appointment with her ther****t. The cleaning lady, Mirella, had left only ten minutes earlier. She employed the Ecuadorian to dust, sweep, mop, vacuum, and tackle the baseboards every two weeks. Once a month, she had the domestic whiz to give the the three-and-a-half bathrooms a deep clean… 続きを読む

“Hey, retard,” yelled Coree. “What, stupid,” hissed Jeramiah. “You need to pick your towels and shit up in the bathroom, mane!” “I do, bruh,” the six-foot thirteen year-old stood up. “You’re the one that be stinkin’ the joint up with your smelly ass.” “Fuck you, nigga!” “Fuck you too.” The sophomore threw the towel at his younger brother. This enraged Jeramiah who already struggled with anger management. The middle school cornerback charged. Now, they were in a full brawl. “You get on my nerves,” Coree shouted. Rochelle heard the commotion and rushed over to the side of the house… 続きを読む

Coree Stewart turned the sapphire blue Cadillac crossover SUV into the parking lot of Loving Arms Community Church. His mom, Rochelle, was giving him as much practice as possible since he had gotten his learner’s permit. He enjoyed it and secretly hoped his sixteenth birthday in the upcoming March would net him a new car. Rochelle joined this church shortly after beginning the adoption paperwork for Coree and Jeramiah. All three enjoyed being an active part of the non-denominational congregation. They were just a few minutes late for Sunday school. She stepped out of the vehicle wearing an… 続きを読む

Dr. Rochelle Stewart yawned as she walked through the parking garage. It was 6:09 a.m. and she had just finished an overnight shift in the emergency room at Mercy Memorial Hospital. It had been a busy night - two stab victims, a pediatric ear ache, one boil laceration, three patients from an automobile collision, a heart attack, and a serious gunshot wound. She had done everything she needed in the fast-paced environment to stabilize all of them and then move those that needed surgery to trauma unit. Mercy Memorial was the hospital serving the inner-city - a fact that typically made for lo… 続きを読む

Rochelle Stewart wiggled slightly in her seat. She waited intently for the social worker to return. The emergency medicine physician was on Day One of her three-day block of off time so she wasn’t really paying too much attention to the clock. As she sat patiently, she texted back and forth with her gentleman friend, Lynton. Finally, the lady entered the office. “Doctor Stewart,” began the c***d services professional. “Rochelle,” she corrected her. “Ah, yes! Rochelle. I have good news for you. Everything is approved to go for you to take provisional placement of Coree and Jeramiah. Obviou… 続きを読む

Katrina Nelson headed out of the Section Eight apartment with her daughter, Mia, in tow. The thirty-eight-year-old, mother of two started her red 2011 Chevy Cruze. The pair of ladies were headed to the salon to get their hair done. Back in the apartment, Katrina’s husband, Fred, rolled out of the California King bed. The six-foot-one, two-hundred-twenty-five-pound, slightly chubby, forty-four-year-old stretched as he yawned. He headed out of his bedroom and into the bathroom to take a piss. After relieving himself, he made his way into the bedroom of his thirteen-year-old stepson, Kaleb.… 続きを読む

The head coach of the Mississippi Agricultural and Industrial University basketball team spoke to the apprehensive woman on the phone. It was Thursday, the Second of March 2006. “Ma’am,” the former NBA power forward said. “I can assure you that we will put Mario’s education first.” “Are you sure,” inquired Betty Ellis. “The reason Jaric went to junior college was because his grades were terr-buhl. He done got better and I want him to get his Bachelor’s cause I don’t think he can make it to the NBA.” “I understand, ma’am. This is the last place most of our players paly competitively. We ha… 続きを読む

Bruce Waithe walked out of the airport. He was British, five-foot-seven, and one-hundred-forty pounds. He had blond hair and hazel eyes. He was in the city to complete his hazing. The twenty-eight year old had paid $1000 to be initiated into Phi Epsilon Mu. He placed the call to the number he had been given. "Hello," came a soft voice. "This is Bruce. I'm here," the horny sissy replied. "Perfect. We're in the garage. We'll swing around and pick you up shortly. What gate?" "I'm at the international terminal." "We're in a black minivan. Be there shortly." Bruce stepped in once the vehi… 続きを読む