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Before he knew it, he was stomping her in between her legs, and he knew God was the only person who had that type of control over him to make him stop, because Lord knows he didn't have it. Gypsy lay on the floor, almost lifeless, with her teeth laying a few inches away from her.

Although she had just gotten the worst beaten in her life, it wasn't even the beating that was so detrimental. It was the truth of the words that proceeded out of Taj's mouth.

"You trifling, no good bitch! I ain't ever knock your hustle of a gold digger or sac chaser, but ya ass ain't shit, using your kids as a fucking pawn. Auctioning them off to the highest bidder."

"Using your kids as a fucking pawn, using your kids as a fucking pawn." Was all that she kept hearing, over and over again, as the room was spinning around and around.

She tried to block out the truth of those words, but couldn't, because this was the first time she ever evaluated what she had been doing for so many years. Those were the words that played over and over again, even though the words that came out after that, were powerful and she knew it came from the heart.

"I hope you get AIDS and die in three days, you trifling bitch! I hope you die sucking a double jointed dick because you gonna die soon and very soon." Taj missed his appointment with the probation officer, so he was sure he had violated his parole. Gypsy had recovered from her fractured pelvic bone and scammed some other guy, she perceived as a sucker, to give her money to have her teeth replaced and in exchange, she'd put his car in her name since he didn't have a license. She pushed the fact out of her head, that she did indeed, pawn her children in exchange for her extravagant lifestyle.

Gypsy figured after she had given Taj a few weeks to get used to the idea of having Lil Merk for his son, he would be pouring money her way. She had nothing to lose, since she wasn't getting anymore of those healthy child support checks, because of Big Merk and her shared joint custody.

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When she went into her shop after recovering from her beating, Taj's name was ringing around town about how he was getting money like Donald Trump. Gypsy's car had just been repossessed because times had truly gotten hard for her. She was a burnt out gold digger in this town now.

People had no mercy for her when it came to providing her with rides. Her little sucker boyfriend, not answering his cell phone only pissed her off. Frustrated because her whole world was crumbling in front of her, she decided to show Taj and Mr. Lucky, her sucker boyfriend, a lesson.

Since Lucky didn't answer his phone, she felt he was ducking her. She went over to his house and had the police to meet her there. Now, Lucky who had been playing low key since Taj was home, vowed to kill Gypsy for bringing the police to his house. She showed the police the title to the car and they gladly made Lucky turn over the keys to her. Now, she had wheels to carry out the rest of her plan.

Since she was off her heels and now on wheels, she went to pick up Lil Merk, and drove him over to the drug spot where Taj was known to hang at and make his money.

She rolled up and told Lil Merk, "go knock on the door and ask for Taj, and when he comes, tell him you are Lil Merk and ya momma said to watch you."

With one foot on the gas and the other one on the brake, Gypsy waited until somebody came to the door and sped off, putting the pedal to the metal, laughing and driving like a bat out of hell.
This nigga thinks he ain't going
to be a father to my damn child. I guess I showed him. I
wish I could have seen the expression on his face when all he
saw was the car brake lights.

Gypsy laughed until tears came to her eyes
. Now, he
got to be responsible for Lil Merk, buy his clothes, and feed
him, everything. I'm going to make sure he keep him for
about a month, so Lil Merk can have some new clothes.

That's right.

Gypsy was so fascinated with the disgraceful, cruddy stunt she had just pulled, she didn't pay any attention to the stop sign and a dump truck hit her going 55 miles an hour. The truck dragged her car two blocks down the street. Nobody could believe that Gypsy didn't die. Some felt like she was better off dead, taking into 244

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consideration that the car accident made her a quadriplegic. With her whole body paralyzed, she could only move her eyeballs and mouth, which had to be hooked up to a respirator. She took air through a straw, which controlled pretty much everything. According to how much air she blew into the straw, controlled the movement of the wheelchair.

It was so sad that Gypsy never realized how truly rotten she was until she was paralyzed. Out of all her family and laundry list of friends she thought she had, the only person that even stepped up to the plate to take care of helpless Gypsy was, Ms. Ethel, her middle child, Pee's grandmother. It wasn't until this time, when Gypsy really regretted being a poor mother, she understood just how much her own son, Pee hated her.

Pee would push her out of the wheelchair on purpose, and leave her on the floor for hours. Pee was so mean to her. On a regular basis, he would let the air out of the tires on the wheelchair, and when his grandmother was gone, he'd urinate on her. There was not a day that went by that she wished she would have known how to be a better mother to her children.

In spite of all the dirt throwing that Gypsy had thrown over the years, Tressa went to see Gypsy at Ms.

Ethel's house and got the shock of her life when she saw, Mr Ethel's dead son's pictures displayed throughout the living room. She was in shock to find out that Ms. Ethel's son was Peako. Tressa looked into Gypsy's eyes as she thought,
it's so funny how this no good bitch is connected to
me in all kinds of ways. First, she has a baby by my brother,
which makes her my nephew's mother. Not to mention she
was messing with Lucky and Lucky was the same person
that killed her other baby's daddy. And Peako, died because
he was helping me out. Richmond is really too small. The
saying, everybody knows everybody here, couldn't be any
truer.

Tressa wanted to express one thing to Gypsy. "Look, I want to get custody of my nephew when, and if, the police ever catches up with Taj."

Gypsy just blew into the straw to agree.

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Joy Comes in the Morning

"Hey Reka, I don't mean to call you so much, but girl I just miss your brother so much! And I ain't gay or nothing, but talking to you makes me feel a little closer to him." Tressa stressed to Indie's sister while they were on the phone.

"Girl, I understand, my brother loved you so much." Ding, Ding, Dong, Ding, Ding, Dong, Tressa's doorbell sounded. "Hold on girl, let me get my door." Tressa looked out the window, before going to the door.

"It's Airborne Express." A person said, from the opposite side of the door.

"Girl, I wonder what they want?" Reka asked inquisitively. Probably a special notice that one of my bills is late." They both laughed, as Tressa opened the door and took the package from the man.

She read the letter; it was from the "Shed A Rainbow Foundation."

Dear Ms. Shawsdale,

We are proud to announce that you and sixty

other single, devoted mothers were put into a drawing

for a relaxing vacation at one of the most exclusive

spas in the world, and you happen to be the winner.

Enclosed you will find your tickets to an all expense

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paid spa getaway vacation! We will need you to

confirm within the next 48 hours. Please call 1-800-

444-5555.

Tressa had doubts that this was all too good to be true. Reka convinced her to go. Missy agreed to watch the boys while Tressa was away on the trip.

Tressa's flight to St. Barts was long and tiring. All she wanted to do when she got into her exquisite suite, was to take a long candlelight bubble bath and go to sleep. Her pampering would start in the morning.

Laying in the tub with bubbles all around her, she let the warmth of the water soothe her body, candles burning, soft music playing. She didn't hear him open the bathroom door, but sensed his presence. She slowly opened her eyes and there he was. She couldn't believe her eyes, was this a dream come true? Although some of his physical appearances had been altered, it was Indie back from the dead. He had some light brown contact lenses to change the color in his eyes, and it was apparent that he had some cosmetic surgery. He just stood there looking into her eyes, and damn he was so fine, so sexy, her bronze God.

She wanted to get out of the tub and rush to embrace him. There weren't any words to be exchanged, at least, not right now. Letting a soft moan escape her lips, she beckoned him to join her. She watched him remove every stitch of clothing, licking her lips and wanting to devour every inch of him.

He eased down in the tub facing Tressa, as tears of joy rolled down her face. Indie opened his lips to speak, but she silenced him by putting her finger against his lips.

Soaping the luffa sponge, she began rubbing it across his shoulders, down his chest, letting her fingers gently scrape across his nipples, never letting her eyes leave his. Tressa could hear the sharp intake of his breath, as her hands slid down his muscular stomach, knowing if she went a little further down, she would find his magic stick! Moving closer, she wrapped her legs around his waist, her arms around his neck and looked deeply in his big brown eyes.

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him whisper in her ear, "baby, I missed you so much. I love you, need you and want you."

Tressa begin whispering back, "Oh baby, I'm going to give it to you so good."

Tressa took control, stepping out of the tub and extending her hand to help him. She proceeded to dry him off slowly with her tongue, making a trail down his stomach, kissing, licking and feeling his body tremble.

Looking up at him, she took his hardness in her hands.

Indie really had it going on in that department!

When I'm done with him, I am going to make sure he'll
never leave me again.

She began slowly stroking his cock from the base and gently squeezing his tip, feeling the drops of his nectar oozing out. Licking her lips, kneeling slowly, making the tip of her tongue hard to catch the drops of his pre-cum, she felt him buckle trying to balance himself.

She slowly opened her mouth, sucking him deeper and pausing. Tressa surprised herself as she was arched her neck preparing to bring the brotha home. Tressa's hands were caressing his ass, pulling, urging him to make love to her mouth, picking up good rhythm up and down, back and forth, dipping down caressing his balls with her tongue, slowly taking turns sucking one, then the other, in her mouth humming, kissing and licking the length of his cock, taking the tip between her lips and letting her tongue dance across the head of it. She felt like she had conquered him

when

could

hear

him

pleading,

"Sugar

pleaseeeeeeeeeee!" Releasing him from her lips, Tressa lead him to the bedroom, motioning for him to lie down. She slowly climbed on top of him rubbing her body against his, feeling his strong hands squeezing her ass, motioning for her, urging her. She was fully aware of what he wanted, but her intent was for him to watch and learn what he had been missing. Keeping complete body contact, by giving him a sensual massage, her hands circling his shoulders, his chest, and a tap on each of his nipples with long firm strokes, with teasing circles, kissing and nibbling at his chest, Indie could not resist. He was mesmerized.

Straddling his legs, her hair falling around her face, her hands slowly caressing his body, mouthing the words,

"baby, I missed you". She cupped his cock with her hand, 249

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putting his cock between her pussy lips, letting his cock massage her wetness. He stroked himself the entire length of her cock, gently rising just a bit, slowly easing his cock in her pussy feeling her body tense, squeezing his cock tightly with her pussy muscles. He wanted more, but she teased him, taking his cock out, smiling, and again, resuming her firm strokes. She slid the head in deeper until she could squeeze farther down his cock, feeling him so deep. Neither couldn't hold back any longer, and they both knew it. She began moving my her slowly, in a circular motion, closing her eyes her hips began moving as if they had a mind of they're own.