Filly & Nubile (Completed)

22| Better, never worst

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Stephen

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One of Mama Louise's famous saying was, 'New broom sweeps clean while the old broom knows the corner.'

Sometime she would let us figure it out ourselves and I had.

It still feels surreal that hearing about her health condition had me dropping everything, all for love. Then arriving at her home only to find love myself. An the words from Kitty's father reflects, as a first come first serve rule. There's still a majority of good women around but Kitty, she mine and who I choose.

Just watching her leave my car like that makes my heart aches. She looked great in her dress, figure and all, but it's her walk that took the cake. She wasn't or never was extra with walking, her natural walk was of a model, almost like a cat. Hence the name Kitty. However, her ass was firm but never failed to look so damn mesmerizing moving from side to side, capturing the attention from me, other men and even women. Her ass was what they call a bumper, it's a little high as it naturally creates something like a plum figure with her curvy hips and thick thighs. She wasn't fat or chubby but she was just right in the feminine slim thick department only with a whole lot of bottom.

It upsets me to see her leave just to have a conversation with that police 'bwoy' friend of hers.

"I never know I'll be seeing a day like this." Frass spoke seriously.

I turned to see him as well as our friends who were all looking right at me. "What?"

"You settling down and getting engaged so early." Disco being like one of us guys, she gestured to Kitty who seems to be telling off her friend in the distance. "Why though?"

"All the different gyal dem just get boring after a while. Who nuh wah fame is after the luxury. Mih nuh cheap but me would never see mih self a dash weh money pan a wastegyal again. Free sex lose deh likkle buzz deh so me did start use money as encouragement. Worst years a mih life until me guh country. This pretty stranger gimmie the best hospitality, all inclusive. Over three meals a day and natural juice every time. Mih nuh need a gym when me start falla muma guh a farm three times a week."

"Mih still can't imagine yuh a bush, you mih Don?" Fry iye shook his head.

"Bredda." I looked at him seriously to prove the point. "Muma teach me how fih use cutlass of all sizes. Yuh fih see mih a cut banana and plantain, a pick breadfruit and fruits, dig yam and potatoes and plant vegetables. Mih learn fih mek handmade fish pot and yuh fih see the size crawfish and the amount we catch during one night from the last full moon and mih sleep inna wah bamboo hut with har in the hammock."

Their eyes widened with disbelief, even Frass choked on his saliva.

"No, but this serious." Foodie laughed.

I took my personal phone from my pocket and pulled up the short video I made of the crawfish soup and fish tea Kitty had prepared. They watched it and shook their heads.

"But dem almost big like lobster."

"Dem have lobster that size too, but a what dem eat fih big suh?"

"Yow, the river shape like wah pond inna wah area weh the water calm and settled. A deh suh Kitty mek mih know seh she throw all the spoiled fruits and stuff that drop off the trees around the farm. A dem personal fish farming, from crabs, crawfish, mud eel..."

"Ehh?"

"Mih see why yuh put on a lock. All that plus the property thing, muma deserve wife position." Frass nods and I chucked, pulled out my weed and scissors from my cross bag.