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Well, it's kinda fitting that I ended up right back where I started, it was almost enough to make me laugh... I sat in a cold holding cell, my hands, shirt, and jeans covered in someone else's blood; my only regret was that I didn't kill that sick muthafucker. Now it was just a matter of waiting, waiting to see what I would be charged with, though I'm certain I had a strong enough case to get off... then again I was on probation so I wasn't sure how that would factor into what happens. I wonder if Shannon was okay, I hadn't seen her since they put her in the back of the ambulance, with Bubblez getting in with her and Eddie in a different police car... he was here as well I'm sure. But knowing them they wanted to keep us separated which made sense but I would feel a lot better if I knew where my bro was... being locked up didn't scare me, I think what scared me more than anything was not knowing if Shannon was okay or not, I can't lie... that shyt stung. As the hours went past, guards continued walking past the holding cell and I was starting to get hungry,,, they could at least bring a nigga some food or something but I knew it was pointless to ask. Finally, there was some movement, there were about three other dudes in the holding cell so I was under the assumption that one of them was being moved but to my surprise, another person was let into the cell, a playful smile on his face as they closed the doors behind him and he walked right over to me... amused that we were reunited in the way we had met.

"So you want me to go first, or do you wanna explain why you're in here?" Liandro asked and I couldn't help but laugh, even in this fucked up situation he had a way of making me smile.

"I think you should go first... my story is kinda long and I don't want to get interrupted." I said looking at him. "So what did you do to end up here?" I asked looking at him and quickly looking away... Liandro had this thing he did with his lips and it was really distracting like it made you want to pull out your dick and shove it in his mouth... he knew what he was doing.

"Me and my big brother Lucien got into a little scuffle.... after he beat my ass I was in my feelings so I fucked up his car. He was at his girl's place and I didn't take into account that there was security out there, they caught me and I ended up here... my dad should be here in the next hour or so...." Liandro said smiling. "Aight your turn...." I took a deep breath and started from the beginning... like I said it was a long story and I needed to provide some context as to how I ended up here.

I sat in front of the house with Myzel and Eddie, we had three different blunts going in rotation and I was high as a fuckin kite. Myzel was asking questions and whenever I got high I became a scholar, but even through the cloud of Blue Haze, Afghan, and Super Venom I was curious as to why Myzel was asking questions about being with a transwoman. Since coming out I had no problem answering any questions he had but lately the questions had become more frequent and he wanted more details.....

"So like.... do y'all be getting fucked?" Myzel asked.

"I do..." Eddie said from the passenger seat. "Ayy I got no shame in admitting it... I'm with a transwoman for a reason, I want to experience the full gambit... I don't shy away from taking dick... like when my girl be hittin it missionary I be suckin the fuck out of her titties..." Eddie said.

"I uhh... nah, me and Shannon never really... she's never asked and I've never offered. What we got going on seems to be working for us and I'm not going to change it if she's not comfortable enough to vocalize it to me." I said shrugging. "My question to you is why are your so interested?" I asked Myzel who was chillin in the back seat.

"Because y'all are the only people who have been with tran... swomen." Myzel said catching himself. "I'm curious because its an interesting topic.... nothing more or less than that." He said but I could tell by his line of questioning that it was definitely MORE than what he was telling me.

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