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  Edgar’s collapsed on stage one night during a performance. He had open heart surgery a few weeks earlier and the doctor told him to take it easy. Edgar had three gold albums and more than $1.7 million in the bank. His mistress tried to contest the will but Edgar and Aretha was still married. Aretha was generous and decided to sell the mistress Edgar’s house. It was not a decision that she wanted to make but Aretha had a house of her own.

  It was a breezy Monday evening. Aretha was relaxing in her jacuzzi sipping on a Mimosa while listening to Will Downing and Kem. She loved to place candles around the edge and just drift away for hours at a time. Her cell phone was in her Medium Valerie Dooney and Bourke handbag. Her phone had rung three separate times.

  While in her state of serenity her doorbell rings. Aretha grabbed her towel and raced to the door. It was Mattie.

  ARETHA

  Hey chile. C’mon in here.

  MATTIE

  What have you been doing? I have tried calling you.

  ARETHA

  I was in the jacuzzi out back. My phone is in my handbag.

  MATTIE

  Someone could have kidnapped me, tried to take my pocketbook and left me by the road.

  ARETHA

  Chhhhiiillleeee, you know no one wants your ole dusty pocketbook.

  MATTIE

  My pocketbook is …girl I am not about to get into that with you. Are we still watching the season finale of Season 25: Oprah Behind The Scene? If so, I need a drink.

  ARETHA

  Yes. Fix you a Mimosa. That is what I am sipping on. Let me tell you about my day. You know that I go to the retirement home on Mondays. Well after I left there I went by Dennis Hartley’s Law Office to wrap up some things about Edgar. Well how about that “okra” had over $1.7 million in the bank. Nigga use to tell me he wasn’t making any money on the road.

  MATTIE

  $1.7 million!!! Girl. Does it come to you or that hussy?

  ARETHA

  What do you mean come to me or her? I am his wife. We may not have been scratching the sheets together but we were still married.

  MATTIE

  What she say? Will she get anything?

  ARETHA

  I called her and told her I would sell her the house. The reason I said sell is because there is still a mortgage on it. I can sell it and get it out of his name and then if something was to happen it would not come back on me.

  MATTIE

  Or you can burn it down.

  ARETHA

  I knew you weren’t my friend. You want to see me in jail fighting to keep my pocketbook.

  Aretha and Mattie left the kitchen and went into the living room. Aretha decided to go to her bedroom to put on some shorts and a t-shirt before the program was to start. She also grabbed her cell phone.

  While walking down the stairs she scanned her phone. She had four missed calls and two text messages. One message was from her nephew Jacob. She dialed his number to see what it was that he wanted.

  JACOB

  Auntie I am glad that you called me back.

  ARETHA

  What you need Papadopoulos?

  JACOB

  I have to go to New York for a few days. I leave on Thursday. If you are not busy do you think that you can come housesit and watch Monique?

  ARETHA

  Yeah baby. I will do that for you.

  JACOB

  OK. Thanks. I will have to get you a gift.

  ARETHA

  I would love to have a new winter coat.

  JACOB

  You got it.

  ARETHA

  Well Papadopoulos – I got to go. Mattie is over here and our shows are about to come one. I will talk to you later.

  JACOB

  OK. Tell Ms. Mattie I said hello.

  After pressing end on the phone Aretha continued her conversation with Mattie.

  I raced to Monique’s room to tell her that Auntie had agreed to stay with her. She was upset about it. I tried to explain to her why I didn’t want to leave her alone. But being a teenager, I knew that she did not want to hear what I had to say. She was lying across her bed with her face turned towards the window. Within five minutes of me talking, her cell phones rings. Monique jumped out of the bed to answer it. I saw that she was not going to pay me any attention, so I exited her room.

  MONIQUE

  That was my dad.

  IAN

  You sound like you don’t want to be bothered.

  MONIQUE

  No it’s not that. Pop is leaving this weekend. Well… why don’t you just come over.

  IAN

  Give me about ten minutes.

  Monique came into my room to tell me that Ian was coming over. I told her that was fine. Monique closed my door. I started to prepare for my trip by picking out clothes. I thought about one of my prison pen-pal's that is in New York. Should I? Ok why not.

  I went into a lockbox that I had under my bed that I kept my letters in. Finally I found a few letters that he had wrote to me:

  Jacob,

  Hey you! I hope by the time this scribe reaches you, that it will find you and your surroundings well and in good spirits. As for me, I’m being easy, taking it one day at a time. I received your letter yesterday. Unfortunately, I ran out of stamps a few days ago, and won’t have any till the 13th which is only two days away, but mail here doesn’t go out on weekends. Wherefore, you won’t be able to get this letter until next week. Overall you will get.

  Anyway you mentioned that you were excited to get my letter, ‘cause you thought I wouldn’t write back. Come on Jacob!! Have some confidents in a brother. I write everybody back that writes me, whether I like them or not. If I don’t like somebody, I would kindly explain why and nine out of ten, that person won’t respond back. I’m surprised you even found me still on the net. My net time should’ve expired. The net haven’t been good to me. I mean so many fake people hollered at me, beating me in the head with lie after lie. That’s one reason I didn’t bother to change my address from Oneida to where I am now. You mentioned that you type “because you hate your handwriting.” Well . . . your handwriting looks fine to me. Overall, it doesn’t matter either way. I’m just glad to hear from somebody.

  So you’re a mentor and a corporate advisor huh? That’s a beautiful thing. Once I read that, I couldn’t help but wonder what made you decide to write me. I’m not saying that in the negative. I’m just considering the fact that we come from two different lifestyles. Me being a convicted felon and you being who you are. At least I know that you don’t judge or discriminate. I guess that’s all that matter. As for you wanting to get in shape, it can happen, but it takes hard work and dedication that most people aren’t consistent with. They lack motivation. I can’t wait to get out this hole so I can get myself back in shape. As for me being in the hole, it’s a long story. However, these officers are the most racist pigs on the planet. They assaulted me because I wrote a complaint to their supervisor. I got hurt when they assaulted me, so they said that I assaulted them, to justify their actions. They gave me two years in the hole behind that. I go to my second parole board next month. I’m trying to gather all evidence to show that these people railroaded me, in hopes that the parole board will release me. I got hopes but I’m expecting the worst and that’s them maxing me out on my sentence which is a total of nine years. I have seven of the nine in, so I’m not too bad off.

  Anyway, so my suspicion was right about your sexuality. I had to ask you to be sure, so I could know whom I was dealing with. I never been involved sexually with the same sex, but I would be lying if I told you that I didn’t think about getting some head and me digging a guy’s back out. However those were only thoughts. I’m only telling you about it because I will never holler at a guy for intercourse, because I don’t know how. Wherefore, by you reaching out to me and myself knowing that you like the comfort of a man, I’m looking at this whole situation as a possibility presenting itself.

  Understand me though. I don�
�t know how you feel about me or even if you want to be intimate with me. That choice is simply yours to decide. In any event, if you’re feeling me like that, and decide that you want to maintain a healthy sexual relationship with me, you must know that we can’t be nothing more than the best of friends, because I’m a ladies’ man and would only settle down (couple wise) with a lady. Let me make my proposal clear to you. Would I sex you? Yes . . . that is if the opportunity presents itself. Moreover, if you decide that you want to be intimate with me, we would only be the best of friends that have a sexual relationship only. Additionally, a request for us to be tested together would be mandatory. On top of that, my position in our sexual relationship if any, I would be 100% top. I don’t give head, nor would I even consider being penetrated. The only thing I would let in my ass is a wet tongue. I’m very clean. I don’t have a swinging dick but when I’m aroused, my dick is approximately 8 ½ to 9 inches solid. Once I get to know you, I would be open for more things. Such as eating your ass out and kissing. Don’t take offense to nothing I’m saying because you’re not my enemy, nor do I mean you any harm or disrespect. I’m just an outspoken person and being that we’re both adults, I don’t feel the need to sugarcoat my message. I’m 32 years old. I don’t have the time or tolerance to lie or play games with you and don’t wish any to be played with me. Just be yourself. If you’re not feeling my proposal of friendship, while maintaining a private sexual relationship, then you can kindly let me know with no hard feelings coming into play. Remember, the choices are yours.

  Reading over your history in your past relationship, you’ve been though some drama. I’m totally different despite my thug appeal. I’m a humble dude, quiet and very observant. I don’t believe in putting my hands on nobody, unless someone attempts to cause me or my loved ones physical harm. I don’t even like arguing. I never have been the jealous or possessive type. If I fuck with you, then I would be secured with you as my partner, ‘cause if I didn’t trust you, I wouldn’t even consider you to be a partner. Anyway you’re a grown man, so you could make your own decisions.

  When did you first realize that you had an attraction to men? What was your first experience like? Did you ever mess with women? How did your family find out?

  Anyway, I’m going to close for now. I hope to hear from you soon. Your friend –

  Always

  Kywong

  Jacob,

  Hey you! I hope all is well by the time you receive this scribe. As for me, I’m being easy, taking it one day at a time. I received your letter. I haven’t heard from you in a minute. You had your boy thinking that you gave up on me for a minute. As for them maxing me out I hate it, but this is not the time to be crying. In other words, it is what it is. At least I now have a guaranteed release date 8/29. That’s my max out date.

  Anyway, I think you misunderstood me when I said nobody is here for me. I’m not saying literally. I don’t have any family here or none of my so-called friends. I have a girl that I’m building with at the moment. She’s not officially my girl, but I’m working on that (smile). Overall, she supports me the best that she could, which I am grateful for.

  You mentioned that you will stand by me and look out for me once you get settled. All is understood and I thank your truly. I’m reading over your letter smiling. ‘Cause the more you write, the freakier you’re becoming. Let me find out that I’m bringing the freak out of you (smile).

  You mentioned that you bet I could put a nigga in a bear hug from behind and knock the walls out that ass. That I could do but that’s not my intentions. I’m not trying to hurt you, unless you want me to beat that ass up. My style is more focused on long dicking you as your ass welcome every stroke that I deliver.

  Another thing, I’m not the only one that’s going to be putting that physical work in. I anticipate on you riding this dick as well. As for me thinking that you’re a male-whore. The thought never entered my mind.

  If I thought you were a nasty person, I wouldn’t have even considered fucking with you. I do grant you points in choosing me, ‘cause this is an experience that I thought about before meeting you. I just didn’t have the guts to act on it. So you’ve made that easy by hollering at me and I’m going to take an advantage of the opportunity and dig your back out something proper. You may have had some good dick in your time but you haven’t had a dick as good as mine. By the time you meet me, I will have nine years of backed up horniness to release on you (smile).

  As for your negative test result, that’s a beautiful thing. Just stay clean and practice safe sex (always). Speaking of safe sex, I don’t mind wearing condoms at all. I’m glad to hear you suggest that I do so. I only suggest otherwise because you was/is going to be my only boy partner and my girl is going to be my only girl steady partner.

  But anyway, I’m content with using condoms. I’m reading over your script of how you imagine our first episode to go down. You have the right idea but I’m going to write you over the coming weekend and give you a better idea. I’m not going to write it in this letter because it’s hot right now and I don’t want to rush your letter.

  Anyway don’t respond to this letter till you receive my sex letter which you should have by Thursday or Friday. Until then, stay real, and keep me in your thoughts.

  HUGS & SMILES, your boy

  Ky

  Jacob,

  Hey you! I was just sitting here re-reading over you scribe and decided to follow up on my promise (smile). Anyway, I hope by the time this scribe reaches you that it will find you well, thinking of me, and in good spirits.

  As for me, you already know! Being easy, taking it one day at a time (my usual).

  Anyway you gave me a vision of your thoughts of our first time together. It seems like you’re on point with it but my vision is a little deeper than yours.

  First and foremost, I am going to give my lady and children my first two weeks of being home. However, I will call you within that time, so we can schedule the necessary arrangements for you and me to meet for the first time. Prior to my release from prison, I will take an updated HIV test for you, asking you to do the same.

  As you know I would just be coming home. Wherefore I won’t have the available funds to help you meet up with me. So you’re going to have to be mindful to that playboy. You would need to start saving prior to my release, as I’m expecting you to cover your traveling expense. If I had the money to assist you I wouldn’t hesitate to help you, as I want some of that ass just as much as you want some of this dick (smile).

  Anyway, you would fly to New York and check into a hotel. After notifying me of your arrival, I appear at your door, where I enter and greet you with a brief hug. As I look around the room, I notice that you have everything set with the burning scented candles, the soft R&B music, glasses and ice ready for our drinks and the lights burning low.

  As you yourself, smelling freshly clean, as you thoroughly have cleaned yourself and prepared prior to my arrival. I brought some clean clothes myself as well as some weed to put me in that good mood. As you quickly made our drinks I made my way to the bathroom where I took a nice hot shower cleaning myself properly. I then exited the bathroom to find you lying back on the bed enjoying you drink and soft music. At this moment, my muscles are bulging and I have a towel wrapped around my waist only. I then sit on the edge of the bed and roll my blunt. As I smoke my blunt and sip the drink, the mood is instantly set. After clipping my blunt, I walk around to your side of the bed and reach my hand out to assist you in a sitting position. As you’re sitting up, with me standing before you, I drop the towel, exposing my long, thick, chocolate, throbbing dick. I then grip my swollen shaft with my right hand and use my left hand to guide your mouth to my dick. As you work your warm, wet mouth back and forth on my hard dick, I stare at you enjoying the pleasure of your mouth as soft moans come from me. “Damn playboy!! Suck that dick.” I whisper lustfully. I don’t want to cum so I withdraw my dick from your mouth, ordering you to turn over on your stomach. As you’re ly
ing on your stomach I crawl between your legs and part your soft ass cheeks exposing that tight love hole.

  I then spit into your ass and began to eat your ass out enjoying your moans of pleasure. After I eat your ass out, I lie on my back and direct you to take my dick back into your mouth. As you work your tongue magic on my dick I bust deep into your mouth, enjoying the sight of my cum and your saliva drip out the side of your mouth only to run back down on to myself.

  After you drain my dick I tongue you down, loving and tasting the bitter taste of my own cum that’s in your mouth. After we finish kissing, you reach over to grab a condom and proceed to place it on me. You then hand me the lube and turn over on your stomach. I order you to part your ass cheeks so that I can lube you up. Making sure to slide my finger into your asshole and then another, as I begin to finger fuck you, preparing you for penetration.

  After lubing you up well I apply some lube onto my shaft. I then playfully smack you on the ass as you raise it for me. You know that I want you face down and ass up from the conversations we had when I was in prison. As you’re in position, I position myself behind you and begin to rub the swollen head of my dick up and down the crack of your well lubed ass. I then apply light pressure, feeling my dick sink slowly into your tightness. As my dick is fully inserted inside of you, I take my time giving you slow short strokes allowing your ass to adjust to having me inside you.

  After a minute I pick up my rhythm and start pumping my dick in and out of you with deep, long, steady rhythmic strokes.

  The pleasure sounds of your moans are exciting me more, including the musky sweet scent of our sex and scented candles that are lingering in the air.

  At this moment, I am slamming my dick in and out of your parted ass. I am enjoying the sight of your tight asshole grip my dick as I pump it in and out of you.