As I Enter The Driveway, Trisha Is Standing By The Garage.
" Desmond, Why The Fuck You Didn't Answer Any Of My Calls?! " She Broke The Silence Of The Night.
" Baby I Was Taking Care Of Business. You Know What I Do. " I Said Calmly.
" I Know but Still, I Always Wonder If You're Not In Trouble. " She Said With Her Soft Voice.
Trisha Thompson; My Girl For 3 Years. Met Her When I Went Up To Atlanta For The Summer. She Had No Stomach But Had The Ass Of A Stripper From King Of Diamonds. Her Radiant Mocha Colored Skin Glowed Up In The Night. Her Sparkling Amber Colored Eyes And Dazzling Smile Caught My Attention The First Time I seen Her. Ever Since We Met, We Never Stopped Fucking With Each Other. Im Not Gonna Say I Love Her But I Recall Having Several Dreams About Us Getting Married Or Having Kids.
But Enough Of That Lovely Dovey Gay Shit.
" Get In The Car, Trisha. "
She Opened The Door Of My Black Chrysler 300 Touring and Sits On The Leather Seats. She Closed The Door as I Reversed Out Of The Driveway and Start Driving.
The Car Was Silent.
Too Silent.
I Start Playing Some Bryson Tiller To Break The Tension. But Her Eyes Was Glued To Her Window. We Arrived At a Local Denny's. I Pulled Up And Park. I Looked At Her.
" Trisha? " She Looked At Me, You Can See The Concern Written All Over Her Face.
" C'mon. " We Got Out And Walked In. We Were Greeted By A Young But Very Perky Waitress Named Tammy.
" Welcome On This Beautiful Night. " She Said With Her Slight Country Accent. She Led Us To Out Table As We Sat Down. " Is There Anything You Wanna Drink?"
" I'll Take Some Iced Tea ." Trisha Replied.
" I'll Have The Same. " I Said.
" Alrighty, Be Right Back In A Jiff. " Tammy Walked Away.
" Desmond... I Know You're Trying To Make Sure We Good Financially. " I Stopped Trisha On Her Tracks.
" Baby Ima Stop Soon. I Promise. Let's Just Avoid This Conversation. " I Said.
" No Desmond, We're Not Gonna Avoid This Conversation. You, Tommy And Marcus Needa Stop Selling. I'm Tired Of Worrying About Y'all Lives. I'm Tired Of Worrying If Im Gonna See Y'all On The News Hearing About Y'all Deaths. " Tammy Walked Up With Our Two Glasses Of Ice Tea.
" Here Y'all Go, Y'all Wanna Order Now? " She Pulled Out A Notepad.
" Yeah Uh Lemme Get A Cheeseburger With The Mozzarella Sticks. " Tammy Scribbles Down The Order And Looks At Trisha. " Uh I'll Just Have The Caesar Chicken Salad With Ranch Dressing. " Tammy Writes It and Leave.
" Trisha, Ima Stop Soon.... " That's All I Could Really Say. I've Been In The Business Since My Sophomore Year In High School And I Can't Lie, I've Been Living Better In The Last 6 Years Dealing Than My First 15 Years Being On This Earth.
" Well.... Alright. " She Said Sadly.
Lord Knows In My Heart I Wanna Stop Doing This Illegal Shit. But The Legal Money Isn't On The Same Level as This. We're Damn Near Eating Good With This Drug Money.
