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⠀⠀⠀nasty one [preview].

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❨ seis：nasty one ❩

❛ AS FAR AS LOVIN'
AND THE⠀⠀⠀SEX
I'M THE BEST ONE! ❜

NSFW!
read at your own risk.

Baltimore, Maryland · Thursday, April 26, 1990

DYEMOND LEIGH

⠀"LET'S HAVE A LIVE LOOK at our Inner Harbor SkyCam. Quite the unexpected turn from the chilly weather we've experienced earlier in the week with highs ranging in the 60s and lows in the 40s. Feel free to engage in some of those outdoor activities if you wish. Let's--" I cut the meteorologist short from her weather forecast with the press of the channel up button on the remote, landing on an as for one of Richard Simmons' infamous fitness cassette tapes.

"The only thing you'll find on this diner's menu is exercise! From le--"

The ad came off animated per usual, seeming as if it could be another children's gimmick for the NBC network which is probably why I hadn't hesitated on flipping the channel for a second time. I was now being entertained by an brief, yet catchy Manwich commercial that I couldn't help but singalong to. I was already pressing down on the power button of the remote by the time the commercial had ended, shutting the television off completely. The only sound being generated now was the ringing of blood flowing straight through my eardrums.

Thursday seemed to be drifting by rather slowly for me. I couldn't really get my hands dirty the way that I wanted to with all three of the boys being tied up with Lionel for shooting again, otherwise I would've already been swindling one while prying on the next. Instead I had been confined to this King size bed since early morning, watching reruns of The Sally Jessy Raphael Show and finally removing the wavy extensions from out my hair. If only you would've witnessed how many catkins I was plucking from them or got a whiff of the wildlife reeking from them after yesterday's events, I'm almost sure you would've made the decision as well.

I couldn't help but to think that being back home in Flatbush would've been somewhat better than just lying here. At least I'd actually be entertaining the likes of my son whom I've missed oh, so dearly.

I sighed heavily, shifting from lying on my back to lying on my left side, yanking almost all of the white comforter along with me. What I had failed to realize was that the Styrofoam takeout containers from my father's restaurant yesterday evening were resting on top of the comforter, so by me yanking it caused the items to topple over and splatter against the carpet on impact.

My eyes bulged at this. I rolled over, sticking my head over the edge of the bed in order to get a better look at the mess I had just created.

"Seriously?" I groaned, closing my eyes before allowing my head to fall back against the comfort of the plush pillows for only a few seconds.

If I had a choice between cleaning the carpet or staying in the comfort of this hotel bed, I would've chosen the bed, especially since I barely had any feeling in either one of my legs after what occurred only yesterday evening, but then again I didn't want the boys getting charged for a few measly stains. Therefore I used whatever strength I had left in me to toss the thick comforter aside and finally slip out the King size bed in a pair of seamless boyshorts and an grey oversize African American College Alliance t-shirt.

TO BE CONTINUED...

AUTHOR'S NOTE，

I honestly published this preview to see just how many of you are still patiently waiting for an update after a whole year. If y'all get this preview to at least fifteen votes, I'll finish writing out this one chapter before the year ends and we can have an open discussion on why I've been on a hiatus with this book for such a long period of time. Until then, my Mermaids.