"Comm check...
Testing, one... two...
Kwes Boaz speaking.
...you a hear me?
Ah. You ever wake up and feel like something's...missing? That's my life. Seven years after. Now I'm back, but nothing's the way I left it. Not even me.
Amnija happened righ...
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I had her pinned down, my hand closing around her throat. "Yuh really feel yuh can fight man Nijaaa?"
She pushed up her body, trying to sit. My hand didn't budge. Her work dress rode up as I stood between her legs.
Just the thing fi fling out now still...
Anuh the time fi dat.
She kept squirming. I held her tighter. The lace thongs caught my eyes as her clog crocs slipped off her feet.
I chuckled at her attempt to fight me. She didn't like that I wasn't taking her seriously. Leaning in, I could hear her breath quicken.
I taunt her.
"Yo see how yuh likkle?...yuh only thick inna the right places..."I teased, my eyes drifting to her lace panties straining her lower lips. "5ft. . .yo can fight a Giant like me?"
She nuh see say she too fat fi deh drawz deh?
Her breathing sharp. Her glare much sharper. "Just...let mi guh...."
"Nuh make cause yuh can manage fi take the length," I glanced down again, I couldn't help it."Mek yuh feel like yuh can manage mi yer?" I dragged my eyes back up to hers.
Her body shaking. Eager to fight me and flop herself.
I don't want to fight her. Actually, I can't bring myself to fight her. Believe mi, she would a flop harself.
A war mi war, make mi guh inna prison. Then the wasteman sink mi.
"Yuh can deal wid one a man thump dem?" I curled my fist, driving one straight into her arm, not even hard, and she cried out like it was.
