# LIVIN' JUST ENOUGH
C> ***Rachael's Story***
C> **(What He Did For Her Love Edition)**
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*They both treated her like a princess but only one of them made her his Queen. Alonzo is a gentleman but that won't stop him from doing everything he can to keep Rachael's ex and childhood sweetheart Aaron away from their love! If the only difference is Love vs. Money, when you love two men, who do you choose?!*
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Starring...
Rachael "Baby Girl" Wallace
Aaron Jones
Alonzo Banks
TaMeeka "Meeka" James
Charles "Chico" Banks
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***Rated R: Strong language, nudity, drug content, and strong sexual content***
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# Childhood Sweethearts
C> ***Saturday, July 19, 1997***
C> **Rachael**
Please allow me to introduce myself. My name is Rachael Wallace, but my friends call me Baby Girl. Growing up, I was always the good girl next door. Never did anything to get in trouble. Mommy's little angel. That is until I finally gave in to the neighborhood playboy, Aaron Jones.
I had known Aaron since the summer before my first day of kindergarten. With his mischievous hazel brown eyes, all the girls had a crush on him, including me. Despite our mothers' age disparity, through their many run-ins at parent-teacher conferences and single-mother outings, our mothers, Bianca Wallace and Vanessa Jones, became friends. After spending so much time together, so did Aaron and I. It seemed natural for us to grow from friendship into love. Unfortunately, while I was falling in love with Aaron, he led me to believe that he was going down a negative path that introduced him to life on the wrong side of the law although I knew what he was *really* up to. When my mother first heard through the grapevine that Aaron was a dope dealer, she thought she was telling me something that I didn't already have suspicions about.
*Not to mention other things...*
"Baby Girl, I don't want you hangin' 'round Ron no mo'," said Mama out of the blue one mid-summer evening.
Marvin Gaye's "What's Going On" was playing quietly in the living room, echoing my thoughts at my mother's query. Taken aback, I stopped washing dishes and asked the obligatory, "Why not?"
"Somebody told me they seen that boy hangin' with some other boys dealin' dope on the corner last Saturday," she slurred, sloshing her glass of Jack and Coke onto the linoleum kitchen floor.
*Thanks, Mama! Now I have to mop the floor again!*
Since I wasn't facing her, I felt safe to roll my eyes without getting smacked in the back of my head. "That's not true, Mama."
*Because he wasn't on the corner last Saturday. He was with me in his mama's basement trynna get his hands under my skirt!*
"Mama, didn't *you* say we shouldn't listen to gossip?" I asked as I continued to wash the dishes. "I thought you were friends with Miss Vanessa. Don't you think *she* would know if her son was a dope dealer?"
"Like Nessa know what that boy be doin'! She so busy runnin' *her* fast ass out in the damn streets, I'd be surprised if she even knew he was trying to fuck *you*," said Mama as she lit a cigarette.
