Big Mistake 2

...Fucks to Give

"Oftentimes when things get rough, and those we thought we'd love for life start to change. Soon, you start praying and wishing for a change to happen within them... but what you have forgotten about is the faith you need to have in God. Because many times we think we're talking to him, but it's really the devil answering the door." -Yamesia

"Maaaaa! Maaaa!" Latavia's yells could be heard from down the hall, screaming as loud as she could.  Her vocal cords breaching to the top of her lungs.

Malcolm and Paris were currently downstairs in their room, having Julian and Eric help them in preparing their new room.  They had decided that their best idea would be to put their bedroom on the ground floor, just to be closer to the front of the house and have remote access.

Paris was busy bossing the three men around, pointing where items should go, where to hang pictures, and place the miscellaneous items and furniture in the room.  She was the leader, and they were her workers just following the instructions given.

"Maaa! Come here!" Latavia's voice booms through the downstairs intercom.

Paris rolls her eyes and holds down the button to talk to Latavia. "Alright, I'll be right there baby."

Leaving out of her and Malcolm's new bedroom, she makes her way up the stairs and around the long corner to Latavia's bedroom.

Seeing Latavia seated on her bed, pants off and her shirt rising up past her stomach and stopping at her breast, Paris quickly shuts and locks the door and walks to the bed where Latavia was sprawled out.

"What's wrong, Tavi'? And where are the rest of your clothes?" Paris asks, looking around at her daughter's bare bottom and vaginal area. She could already see wha the major problem was.

"Mama... please... check down there." Latavia says, her voice cracking as she points to her private area.

Paris stands in front of her daughter and bends over to examine the problem, rubbing over the chaffed spots where cracked, bloody sores could be seen visibly by the naked eye.

"Aww, baby you're just chaffed. That's easy to happen for thick girls like you." Paris turns around and walks into her daughter's adjoining bathroom, yanks back the shower curtain.

"Cha-chaffed? How?" Latavia asks behind her mother's back.

"Well... maybe the panties you wear. Have you been scratching down there lately? 'Cause it does look like it."

"Yes ma'am."

Taking the scented Herbal Essence body wash from the rack, she takes a seat on the toilet and stares down at the bottle. "Any odors down there of any sort that you don't like?"

"It smells kind of... you know... dirty. I don't like the smell."

"Did you buy this yourself?"

Latavia nods her head. "Yes ma'am, I did. Me and Octavia,"

Paris sighs and sets the bottle down on the floor. "Well... that's where you both messed up. See, body washes like those can fuck up a woman's pH balance. Have you ever seen me use that as long as you've been alive?"

She shakes her head 'no'. "No ma'am."

"The reason why is because certain body washes such as these should not be used to make our private areas smell better. Plus, wiping down there with this soap can lead to constant troubles such as bad vagina odor, and being chaffed. We're women, and we're sensitive down there. What may work for someone else may not work for us. You need to remember that baby. This why I use Dove and not this shit anymore."