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Baby’s latest picture at about 11 weeks.
He’s actually a humanoid life form now! Not a shapeless little ball.

James and I were talking about the rape scene at the beginning of Ebony, and he asked me why Ebony, who at that point is still a completely heartless and merciless mofo, would put so much effort into saving her. Well, duh. He was there to get a virgin, and he wasn’t leaving without one. Pretty obvious, but once I said it out loud it kind of surprised me. I don’t think that I ever realized that was why he was doing it; I suppose I thought he was just doing it to gain her trust. But it ends up he was just the bigger, meaner predator scaring away the smaller one from his dinner.

So who’s the worse monster, really? Tay or Ebony?

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This is a little later in the chapter. It’s short and sweet, I like how it turned out. I didn’t plan on Keona getting so pissed off until tonight… She’s definitely feeling exactly how I’m feeling tonight, and so I suppose that she’s reacting the way that I wish I could react right now.

Keona grabbed the wine bottle, still half-full, and flung it against the wall opposite. The tears were coming fast now, unstoppable no matter how hard she tried to turn her sadness to anger; they mixed with the kohl eyeliner and burned her eyes like acid. Furiously, she tried to rub off the remainder of the black makeup with her shirt sleeve but only succeeded in smearing it further. She had looked more ridiculous earlier that night when trying to look beautiful for that thing that argued loudly now in the kitchen.

Had it really been her who had spent the afternoon dressing up for him? It seemed a lifetime ago that she and Parker had giggled over the beautiful stranger who had stumbled into their lives and promised to sweep Keona off of her feet. An urban fairy tale, and she was the princess getting ready for the big ball.

Just a silly, stupid girl playing dress up, she thought disdainfully as she knocked the lamp from the end table, sending it crashing to the floor where it broke into a hundred jagged porcelain fragments. She wanted everything in this place to be as broken as she was.

Parker sat in the pink damask armchair, watching coolly from the corner as her friend tore apart their hotel room as though it were a common occurrence. As though calm, collected Keona was always smashing mirrors with the heels of her hands like she did now.

“Honey, you’re bleeding,” she said finally.

Keona stopped and held her hands up in front of her face. Blood trickled quickly down her forearms. She looked around the room and saw Seina standing in the midst of all the chaos, her arms crossed over her chest and an expression of concern etched across her face. She came across the room and took Keona, still crying, into her arms and held her tightly.

“Are you ready to go, darling?” she asked. “Because I’m ready to take you.”

“He never really wanted me,” answered Keona, and her tone made it seem as though it were an explanation, an answer, for her inexcusable insanity. It was an expression of all the misery she felt, all of the regret.

She was giving voice to the realization that after tonight, she would never be the same. She would never forget Ebony.

Sixty Nine and Counting….

By Londa B.

“Is that it?”

“Keep on trying to get in my back door, and you gon’ get knocked out!” I hissed as I took control of Darnel’s manhood to drive it to the right spot.

“UUUUmmm, that’s it right there baby. Damn, you wasn’t lying about having something else for a sister, huh?” I complimented while secretly trying to adjust my bearings, hoping to leave enough room at the top of the headboard; he ain’t gone knock me unconscious.

“Naw baby, I told you brotha was a little nervous the first time at the office, so my man was holding back a lil’ bit. I’m sure you will feel every measure I’m going to make so that kitty purrs.”

“Stop talking and get to work, that’s what I want you to do, work this on out!” I purred in my sex kitten voice while licking my thick, plump, envy evoking glossed out lips.

Oh – my – damn! The way he stirs my insides makes every part of my body crave that same touch, constantly. I have never had the desire to finish so early in the game, but it’s about to be over in the first quarter. All I could see was the ceiling one moment and the next moment I was face-deep moaning love songs to my pillow. The way this was going, I was going to have to fit Darnel in like my meals; breakfast lunch and dinner.

Back to the lab as the mad scientist would say! LOL! I noticed that the staffing was light today. Maybe folks were out on assignment or all decided to come in when they wanted to. Our boss, Marcus, allows us flex time here and there, as long as our assignments are complete. I keep telling myself to stay focused, be professional, and never f*&% at work again! As I take seat in my office chair, I sit back to wonder what the letter on the desk would reveal.

“Dana,

I have received many calls about your article on T-Pain. Now don’t worry, nothing is wrong, but the editors from VIBE, The Source and even Ebony have contacted my office inquiring about you. We should get together for drinks… late evening… to discuss your future! Let me know when you will have time to discuss your future. You control your destiny!

Tha Boss,

Marcus

“That dirty old, dead-swagga a## ni**a! These old a## ni**as just can’t accept the fact that their s%$+ isn’t it! Any ni**a I gotta jump start needs to be hauled away like a dead car. It’s useless, and too much work!

After reading that bull**** of a letter, most of my day was spent working fiercely. Before I knew it I cranked out over seven stories. I write well when I’m pissed! As I recline back into my chair, I notice Danielle, the office manager walking past my door. Now on tha real…that female right there is the fire. I mean fire, like Halle Berry mixed with the lead chick from the Pussy Cat Doll’s. The b**** was fierce. I thought my body was bangin’ and dangerous like a wet day at the racetrack, but her’s and mine…could be a tie. Instead of sweat, sexiness leaked from her glistening pores. I mean she was the type of woman that I wouldn’t mind tasting. Like many men say, “If I had my chance with Halle, we f******!” Well, that’s how I would react at a chance with Danielle. I have always been on the blue team, only because I’ve never seen a woman as fierce. The urges, along with the curiosities came and went like the spring to summer winds. Well… next thing I knew, she was at my office door; she must have heard my thoughts.

“Hey mami, you feeling okay?”

“Yeah, just trying to finish up work, so I can jet. Where is everyone at?” I asked while eyeballing the hell out of her. Kind of like how Marcus did to me, but with much more swagger and class.

“Out on assignment in New York City. Diddy couldn’t come to us, so they went to him. Diddy is big, so we have to cater! Marcus’ old punk a## went to go kiss a##.” She stated as she placed a hot latte on my desk.

“Good, he will be gone for a while!” I said while slowly placing my full lips on the cup while keeping eye contact with this ultra fine Diva.

“Look, let’s cut the s*** Dana. I’m very aware of what team you have been playing for, but I know who you want to substitute for too! I never went for the s*** Marcus tried to throw at me. He’s too weak. I don’t like ni**as like that! It’s been a long time since a nice taste like you has come along.” Danielle stated as she positioned herself on her knees right in front of my chair.

“I’m feeling you, so the desire to taste you is bad like a mutha! I know you’re sexin’ that ni**a Darnel, but it’s all good. Trust me…I know!” She grinned, “However, something tells me that one taste of you and one taste of me will scratch that ni**a off like a losing scratch off ticket! Let me do it for you, Mami. Let me make sure you get out of here on top…in more than one way, that is! All without having to f*** that dog Marcus.”

I sat up and leaned right into her mouth without one moment of reservation. Dang, our tongues may as well have been on fire, because I was warming up! No one here but us, she knew exactly how to do what she wanted to do! I leaned back into the chair and told her to ‘make it do what it do.’ She coyly smiled. Next thing I knew…I was sliding right down into her lotus grip. The girl’s tongue had my p**rl tight and swollen in what one could say was her signature tongue lasso! With each loop she made, my eyes looped right in sync. Her skills were very intoxicating.

Before we knew it…the number sixty nine, was our favorite. This s*** here, erased what Darnel and I had recently done. Afterwards, we cleaned up, gathered our s*** and exchanged numbers. We couldn’t resist the urges to kiss in between. We decided to use different pal names so no one would be up on our game. We knew this wasn’t our last feast!

On the drive home, looking into the rearview mirror, many emotions run through my body. I don’t know what I got myself into, but at this moment… I – don’t – give – a – darn! I guess being focused, professional, and not f****** on the job, is out of comprehension and out of sight. I just hope she lives up to her word. Now… how do I go back to Darnel after f****** with Danielle? Something tells me that by the end of this internship… I’m going to have to sell my soul, to get out alive. Darn, this life as an InBox intern is starting to get crazy!

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I’m stuck in bed rest for today and tomorrow, so I decided to put a little work into Ebony… Twenty minutes later, I’m one sentence further than I was when I began. It seems like I end up rewriting more than adding to this chapter. I already overshot the deadline by a month but things like this take time.

Going to the park with friends…we ate watermelon, went for an ‘adventure’ {across the oval, over the bridge and around the pond}.

I sent in my first internship application today.

I went to Urban Empowerment this morning, a black-style non-denominational church. I went for a project for my cross-cultural psych class. We’re supposed to immerse ourselves in a culture different than any of ours. So, we each find a group that we don’t fall into.

I am not black, but this was not the first time I was the only, or one of the only, white people in the midst of black people. Living with Erica has exposed me to a lot of such functions. However, I also have been the only American around all Japanese people. I’ve been hetero amidst LGBTQ. I’ve been the youngster at nursing homes. Or the Christian talking with Buddhists.

As I encourage everyone to do. I learned more about who I am, what I believe and why I believe it in these situations than I ever would otherwise. It’s so easy for white people to always be comfortable. White people can always find people who look and believe like them. In America, even when surrounded by different groups, white people maintain white privilege. That feeling that I never have to feel out-of-place.

So, anyway, I enjoy breaking out of that. I like feeling like maybe I don’t belong somewhere. Because, for me, that’s a few hours out of my life, whereas for so many groups in our society, it’s constant. Or at least once a day. Or at least once a week. Which is way more than I.

Also, I enjoyed going today because it’s nice to worship unrestrained sometimes. I like going to a church where they expect you to clap and dance and verbally affirm. And they clap on beat for the most part. It was fun. I’m not a huge fan of “faith-healing,” since I believe we should pray for wisdom, strength, guidance and peace for people going through sickness rather than praying for it to go away.

“You are now healed from your head to your toes,” doesn’t comfort those who go back to the doctor, only to find out their son is still going deaf. God hasn’t abandoned them, and she does answer prayer. However, God doesn’t answer to us, nor does she exist to take away every obstacle. Instead, God leads us and carries us over the obstacles.

Anyway, all that is not what made my day, though it was nice. What made my day was taking a nap with Adam lying on my belly. He’s actually still sleeping. Unfortunately for Erica, he is not sleeping tonight.