It was lights out. I was thinking about LaShawn and the kids. I wanted to be there when LaShawn went into labor but I couldn't leave here until 2 weeks. Damn, I missed her. I missed my son. I missed home. I was no longer confused about my sexuality. I was a grown man with a family. I wanted to make them proud of me. I know that stunt I pulled last year had everybody looking at me sideways but I changed. LaShawn may get on my last nerves but I loved her more than anything in this world. I am willing to do anything and everything to make that woman happy. I got under the covers and laid flat on my back with my hands clasped behind my head. I closed my eyes and drifted off for a moment. I thought I was dreaming when I felt someone at the foot of my bed. Then, the stranger went underneath the covers and slowly climbed up towards me. I panicked and tried to push them off but the unknown grabbed my weakness, my dick which was hard as steel. My boxers were pulled down and I felt a warm sensation teasing my throbbing head. Then, the sweet wetness covered my shift and started sucking me into ecstasy. I haven't had my dick sucked in months. It was so good, I wanted to cry. I was in pure heaven. My nut was rising in my dick and I was forcing my dick down whoever was down there, taking more and more dick each swallow. My nut had risen and I squirted my seeds into the stranger's throat. I was out of breath and wanted to see who gave me one of the best blow jobs I ever had. Then, all of a sudden, I felt a bullet through my chest. I was dying. Damn. As I looked into my killer's eyes, I thought about last year. That bastard was out to get revenge. I could feel the blood, the life leaving my body as I closed my eyes for the last time.
"LASHAWN"
"I better find your love and
I better find your heart..."
I, LaShawn Bria Hampton, was going to kick this little girl's ass. My damn ankles felt like hamhocks, the baby was kicking me like a soccer match and I was farting so much, I stopped excusing myself. My scalp was itching so bad, I thought I damn near scratched my edges out like Noami Campbell. My titties were sweating something fierce and my back was killing me. I was ready for this baby to come. Ether the baby was going to come or I was going to pull it out myself. On top of that, MiShawn was cutting the damn fool, TyShawn is anti-social and Tyson hasn't even called me to check up on me since last month. I was just beginning to say fuck my life. We were at the youth center and it was the day before the first annual youth sleepover and the kids were acting like they were on crack. I had my 2 nieces, twin girls named Aaliyah Halle and Mariah Jada. Them damn girls. All they wanted was a rich man so they can have his babies and take all his money. I was wondering what in the hell was they getting that shit from. I bet that fast ass mama of theirs. LaQuanda was a fast ass, ghetto, shit talking hoodrat. Yes, she got the fuck on my nerves but she could do some hair. Oh, that ghetto bitch was bad. Weaves, sew ins, tracks, cornrows, braids, cuts, wigs, long, short, blonde, curly, straight. LaQuanda was the chick to go to in the family to get your wig done. I even let her do Mama Jenkins hair and she loved it. She shot at LaQuanda for charging her so much but thank god she missed. She was going to replace me at the shop when I was had this baby. Aaliyah and Mariah were chatting it up about hooking Drake or The-Dream. I had to cut in the conversation.
I raised my hand. "Girls, let me stop this right now. First, I doubt that Drake wants what you 2 have between your legs. Second, you are talking about The-Dream? You girls have low standards, huh?"
Aaliyah covered her mouth as Mariah rolled her eyes. "Auntie, money is money. Now, Drake is making plenty of that and if I have to convert him to this, I will."
"Girls, your 12. You should be thinking of finishing school and a career."
"We are. The-Dream is making records for everyone from Beyonce to Mariah Carey. That is a career to me. I can marry him, have some babies, divorce him and take all his money." Aaliyah said as she popped her gum.
"What? I know LaQuanda taught yall better than that." I shook my head.
"Your right, Auntie. Mama said drop out of school and find Drake. Well, I want Drake. Aaliyah wants The-Dream."
I sighed and dismissed the conversation with a wave of my hand. That damn LaQuanda. She was a super hot ass mess from hell. I was thinking about calling her and giving her a piece of my mind. Teaching her kids nothing but pure fuckery. The baby kicked me with a force so strong, I burped, farted and sneezed all at the same. Aaliyah and Mariah gave me evil looks.
'Auntie, you gotta tighten up. Them thangs slapping out are stinking up the room!"
It was my turn to roll my eyes. "You better get used to it, the both of you. You think Drake and The-Dream going be finding your love and rocking that thang while you are farting up the mansion?" I laughed and the girls gave in and laughed as well. Mama Jenkins came over to my table. "LaShawn, them farts is fucking up my blood pressure! You keep it up and you going to the emergency room early. Hear?" I nodded and held in my next sets of farts.
The baby was kicking again. I couldn't wait to have this baby. I wanted to kick Tyson's ass. Getting me pregnant and leaving me to raise another baby. Bastard. I let out another fart and sighed. I have been through alot over the past year and I needed a vacation. After Bobby's wedding, I found out I was pregnant after sleeping with Tyson. Yeah, I was drunk, it was the night before Bobby's wedding and she had a open bar and some fine ass strippers. I knew I was wild and the grey goose really had a bitch loose. I was so drunk, I remember cursing Tyson's ass out for one thing and next thing I know I was on my knees, deep throating his pipe. Aaliyah and Mariah interrupted my daydream and snapped me back into reality. I ignored them again and looked over at Wade. He had his hands full with that young thug, Courtney. He was already in a gang, had 5 tattoos, having sex, doing drugs and wanted to be a rapper. Wade was trying to talk to him but he kept throwing up gang signs and crip walking. That little boy was asking for trouble. Lord. I wanted to yell at him but my breast started sweating up something fierce. I was wiping sweat and passing more gas. I was glad when Pastor Lopez told us it was time to go. I got up and ran to the door, faster than everybody. I waved bye and took off. I left farts from the door to the parking lot. I was ready to go home and take a nice shower. I knew TyShawn was there with the babysitter and if I caught her having sex in my house again, I was going to whoop her ass and call her parents over to whoop THEIR asses. I wanted to get this evening over with. I was hot. Hungry. Horny. I got in my car, popped in some Erykah Badu and took the fastest way home. I drove as the baby kicked me over and over again. I was farting in my car so hard, I thought I was going to burn the seat covers. As I got to my apartment, my bladder was about to burst. I parked my car, ran up the stairs and unlocked the door. I said hello to my son and the babysitter, told her bye, told TyShawn to get dressed and made it to the toilet. It was sounding like Nigeria falls and my gas was stinking up the room. I called out to TyShawn to be ready in 10 minutes as I slipped in the shower. I felt my full breast and started pinching my nipples. I was horny and was turning myself on. I haven't had sex in months and I was in dire need of some dick. I was tired of watching Lexington Stelle and Mr. Marcus humping. I wanted to hump. I was so horny, I could hump a homeless man with no questions. I grabbed my showerhead and turned it on full blast and pressed it on my clit. I started cumming like a waterfall. The stream felt so good and the pressure was making the baby do some mortal-combat-lu-kang-flying-kicks! I came so good and hard, I was out of breath and my mouth was dry. I turned off the water, slipped into a robe and went into my room. TyShawn was already dressed in his new Rocawear outfit. I oiled down and put on a nice black dress. I slipped into some black heels, and throw on some big hoop earrings with plenty of bracelets and beaded necklaces. I threw my hair in messy ponytail and sprayed some perfume on. I looked at myself in the mirror and did a quick spin. Damn, I looked good. Pregnant or not, I could get some dick in this outfit. I posed in the mirror and laughed. I grabbed my keys and a bag and was ready for the night. I put TyShawn in the backseat, popped in my Jill Scott album and took the long way, on purpose. I didn't really want to even go but since it was a family thing, I had to be there or be shot. Mama Jenknis didn't play. I was relaxed, singing along to Jill and snapping my fingers. I finally got to the house, parking my car on the sidewalk. I grabbed TyShawn and told him to go inside and wait. I pulled out my cell phone and dialed LaQuanda's number. It rang about 5 times and then went to voicemail.
"Don't you hang up! Hello everyone, this is ya girl La-Quan-da and sorry I can not answer my phone. I am doing me and you haters can stop hating. If you will leave your name, number and a brief message, I will get back to you as soon as I can. If this is a job, please call back, I need to be working for my probation officer said so. If this is a bill collector, I REBUKE YOU IN THE NAME OF JESUS! AMEN! YES! OK, this lady about to cut me off so just leave ya girl a message and I will holla back. Shawdy. Peace up, A -town down!"
I decided to leave her a message. "LaQuanda, call me back when you get this girl. And pay your bills!"
I walked inside and looked into the living room. Bobby, Jerrica and Erin were chopping it up. Mama Jenkins, Willa Pearl and Lynn were drinking and talking shit, as usual. Will, Wes and Vegas were watching a game on TV. I looked around for Wade. I stepped in further and placed my hands on my hips.
"Where is Wade?" I asked.
Bobby looked me up and down and replied. "Upstairs. And hello to you too."
"Hello. I am going to find Wade."
"We have guest."
"I see them."
"Are you not going to speak?"
"Bobby, whenever I need another mother, I will call Kate Gosselin. Now, if you don't mind, I would like to check on Wade."
Mama Jenkins pulled out her and gun and stood up. "Girl, we have been waiting on yo ass, my food done got cold and you bring your ass in here like a pregnant supermodel, throwing shade. Now, Wade taught me that word and even though I am not sure what it means, I know it ain't no good."
"It means rude or offensive. Trifling."
"All the things you just walked in as. And I ain't asked for no dictionary. Now, you go upstairs before I start shooting and innocent people gwine end up hurt. When you come back down, check that attitude, Trina, and speak to our guests."
I walked off and made my way upstairs. I knocked on Wade's door and looked inside. Warren and Wade were staring at each other, tension high in the air. "I'm sorry. Am I interrupting anything?"
"No. I was just leaving." Warren slipped past me and went down stairs. I looked at Wade and he was crying. I rushed towards him and tried to console him. "It's a long story but I will promised to tell you later." Mama Jenkins called from downstairs. "If I have to drag my old ass up these stairs, I am dragging you both down. Bring yo asses on down here!"
I let Wade get himself together and we both went downstairs. Everyone was gathered around the table. Mama Jenkins prepared a feast. She cooked fried chicken, squash, corn on the cob, potato salad, dirty rice, cole slaw, hot dogs, hamburgers, ham, turkey, ribs, tacos, spaghetti, steak, pork chops, sweet potato pie, ice cream cake. The works. Mama Jenkins said grace and everybody dug in. I made Tyson a plate first, then mine. I finally got a good look at Willow, Winter and Whitney. They were like walking covers of Smooth magazine. Long black wavy hair, green eyes, bright pink lipstick, tongue rings, curvy bodies. They each kept fixing their hair and makeup. They looked like black barbie dolls. Fake. Ugh, I hate fake bitches. I knew I wasn't going to like them. I glanced at Mama Jenkins, who was also staring at them. She picked up a chicken leg and cleared her throat.
"What are you girls, some barbie dolls?"
Willow laughed out loud. "Barbie ain't got shit on these tits."
"Girl, them tiddays ain't real!"
"Real expensive."
"You ain't cute. Are you girls in school?"
"School of hard knocks. We working girls." Winter answered.
"I'm about scared to ask. What kind of work?"
Winter started. "Willow is a adult video actress."
"Winter is video model" Whitney responded.
And Willow followed. "Whitney is a adult dancer."
"You mean, One is a porn star, one is a video hoe and one is a stripper. Yup, you are William's seeds. No damn sense." Mama Jenkins dismissed the conversation.
Then, the doorbell rang. Bobby went to answer it and in walked Britney. She was obviously upset and annoyed. She then announced that her girlfriend broke up with her. She plopped down at the table and grabbed a beer. Mama Jenkins told her that God didn't make "Eve and Adamisha". Then, Willow, Winter and Whitney threw in their 2 cents.
Winter started. "Ain't nothing wrong with a little carpet munching."
"Girl, you want me to hook you up?" Whitney asked.
Willow followed. "We can go to the club where I work and get your box ate. That will make you feel better."
Mama Jenkins laughed. "You better not listen to them barbies. I'll go and shoot the girl after dinner."
Then, Wes stood up and clicked his fork on his glass. "I have a announcement to make." As soon as Wes said that, my cell phone rang. I looked at the number and it was General Watson. I excused myself from the table and answered it. He was calling to tell me that they just found Tyson's body. He had been dead for a while. My heart dropped as I lost control of my legs. My phone dropped and my limbs stopped working so I laid flat on the floor. I couldn't move. Everything was spinning and I was short on breath. My stomach was doing flips. Right then, my water broke. All I felt was pain. I knew why. I was going into labor.
"JASON"
"I’m more than just a number
Hey, Hey, Hey..."
I hated going home to my wife. That bitch. She just made my life a living hell ever since she found out about Jerrica. Ahhhh, Jerrica. I missed her so much. She was ignoring my text messages. And my phone calls. Ugh, she was with that low life Wes. She deserved better. And I hated that bitch wife of mines. Why in the hell did I get married? I wasn't really to go home yet so I was going to a bath house. I parked my car and showed the doorman my membership card. I stripped naked and walk right into a tall, light skinned guy. He had a sick ass body and a mask on. I don't know why but the mask turned me the fuck on. I kissed him, our tongues dancing a dance of sexual thrill. I ran my hand over his nipples, his pecs, his abs. Then, all of sudden I felt a sharp pain to my chest. I looked down and felt blood. Then, the masked stranger pointed the gun in my face and pulled the trigger.
"VEGAS"
"And I better find your lovin
I better find your heart..."
LaShawn had a girl. Ariel Bria Hampton. She was beautiful. Unfortunately, she was born with HIV. The hospital was a mess that night. LaShawn was upset about Tyson even though she hated his guts. Something tells me she really loved Tyson, despite everything. Mama Jenkins shot at the nurse for telling her she couldn't be in the waiting room. The 3 barbies dolls, Willow, Whitney & Winter kept fixing their make up and hair every five minutes. Britney was still upset and still crying like a baby. Will was in shock about Bobby being pregnant and Bobby was excited about being pregnant. Wes and Jerrica were in their own world. Warren was extremely quiet and so was Wade. I was watching everybody in the waiting room and the tension in the room was creeping up slowly. I didn't know what was going on but Wade was awfully quiet at dinner tonight. And he was quiet now. Something was up and I was going to find out.
"WADE"
"I bet if I give all my love,
Then nothings gonna tear us apart..."
I was shitting bricks. OK, before Vegas got home, Warren told me he needed to talk to me, in private. I told him to come upstairs and he basically said he's still in love with me. He has been thinking about me non stop. I told him we were brothers and he responded that it won't stop anything. I told him he was crazy. I love Vegas and would never cheat or leave him. Even if he has been focused on school and work lately. Even if he has been spending alot of time with his friends. OK, so maybe Vegas hasn't been giving me the attention I needed but I told Warren no. But I can't lie, I gave it some thought. Alot of thought. Yes, the love between me and Vegas was still there but I don't know, I miss the attention. The sex was amazing. But I missed the little things. The dates. The making out. The spending time together, doing nothing. After I told Warren no, he said that if I don't leave Vegas for him, he was going to tell Vegas everything. Shit.
New music from Lauryn Hill, or just previously un-released music? Either way take a listen to the recently leaked “Repercussions” below. Last month Lauryn did mention that she was returning to music, if this is indeed new music, what are your thoughts on “Repercussions”?
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"TYSON"
"LASHAWN"
"JASON"
"VEGAS"
"WADE"
These pants make me want to take a voyage to a faraway place wearing nothing but loose print bottoms, a roomy tee and sandals. Love the use of contrasting fabric on the high waist and love the relaxed, perfectly-happy-in-my-own skin vibe the model exudes. 
By Marion Smallwood 
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