THANKS FOR YOUR TIME (an email)

A young man learns what's most important in life from the guy next door.

It had been some time since Jack had seen the old man. College, girls, career, and life itself got in the way. In fact, Jack moved clear across the country in pursuit of his dreams. There, in the rush of his busy life, Jack had little time to think about the past and often no time to spend with his wife and son. He was working on his future, and nothing could stop him.

Over the phone, his mother told him, "Mr. Belser died last night. The funeral is Wednesday." Memories flashed through his mind like an old newsreel as he sat quietly remembering his childhood days.

"Jack, did you hear me?"

"Oh, sorry, Mom.. Yes, I heard you. It's been so long since I thought of him. I'm sorry, but I honestly thought he died years ago," Jack said. "Well, he didn't forget you. Every time I saw him he'd ask how you were doing. He'd reminisce about the many days you spent over 'his side of the fence' as he put it," Mom told him.

"I loved that old house he lived in," Jack said..

"You know, Jack, after your father died, Mr. Belser stepped in to make sure you had a man's influence in your life," she said. "He's the one who taught me carpentry," he said. "I wouldn't be in this business if it weren't for him. He spent a lot of time teaching me things he thought were important...Mom, I'll be there for the funeral," Jack said. As busy as he was, he kept his word. Jack caught the next flight to his hometown. Mr. Belser's funeral was small and uneventful. He had no children of his own, and most of his relatives had passed away..The night before he had to return home, Jack and his Mom stopped by to see the old house next door one more time.

Standing in the doorway, Jack paused for a moment. It was like crossing over into another dimension, a leap through space and time The house was exactly as he remembered. Every step held memories. Every picture, every piece of furniture...Jack stopped suddenly.

"What's wrong, Jack?" his Mom asked. "The box is gone," he said. "What box?" Mom asked. "There was a small gold box that he kept locked on top of his desk. I must have asked him a thousand times what was inside. All he'd ever tell me was 'the thing I value most,'" Jack said. It was gone.. Everything about the house was exactly how Jack remembered it, except for the box. He figured someone from the Belser family had taken it. "Now I'll never know what was so valuable to him," Jack said. "I better get some sleep. I have an early flight home, Mom."

It had been about two weeks since Mr. Belser died. Returning home from work one day, Jack discovered a note in his mailbox. "Signature required on a package. No one at home. Please stop by the main post office within the next three days," the note read. Early the next day Jack retrieved the package. The small box was old and looked like it had been mailed a hundred years ago.. The handwriting was difficult to read, but the return address caught his attention. "Mr. Harold Belser" it read. Jack took the box out to his car and ripped open the package. There inside was the gold box and an envelope. Jack's hands shook as he read the note inside.

"Upon my death, please forward this box and its contents to Jack Bennett. It's the thing I valued most in my life." A small key was taped to the letter. His heart racing, as tears filling his eyes, Jack carefully unlocked the box. There inside he found a beautiful gold pocket watch.

Running his fingers slowly over the finely etched casing, he unlatched the cover. Inside he found these words engraved:

"Jack, Thanks for your time! -Harold Belser." "The thing he valued most was...my time" Jack held the watch for a few minutes, then called his office and cleared his appointments for the next two days. "Why?" Janet, his assistant asked..."I need some time to spend with my son," he said.

"Oh, by the way, Janet, thanks for your time!"

"Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take but by the moments that take our breath away," Think about this. You may not realize it, but it's 100% true.

1. At least 2 people in this world love you so much they would die for you.
2. At least 15 people in this world love you in someway.
3. A smile from you can bring happiness to anyone, even if they don't like you.
4. Every night, someone thinks about you before they go to sleep.
5. You mean the world to someone.
6. If not for you, someone may not be living.
7. You are special and unique.
8. When you make the biggest mistake ever, something good can still come from it.
9. When you think the world has turned its back on you, take a look: you most likely turned your back on the world.
10. Someone that you don't even know exists loves you.
11. Always remember the compliments you received. Forget about the rude remarks.
12. Always tell someone how you feel about them; you will feel much better when they know and you will both be happy.
13. If you have a great friend, take the time to let them know that they are great.

Send this letter to all the people you care about, if you do so, you will certainly brighten someone's day and might change their perspective on life...for the better.

To everyone I send this to..."Thanks for your time"!!

I can do all things through Christ Which strengthen me.
Phil. 4:13

The Haunting of Kappa Sigma Chi Pt.1

*This is a fictional story of a fictional fraternity with fictional characters so don’t try to be an investigator to see if its true or based on true events… Because its NOT!*

Preface

Friday October 29, 2010

“This is the third murder tonight! Athens has never had this happen before. At least since I’ve been a detective. It hits so close to home. I went to UGA with all of the victim’s parents’. They were all close. Some way, shape, or form, these murders are all connected. I won’t stop until I have the sicko responsible for this behind bars or dead,” Detective Broody Stonestreet says to the chief of police at the most recent crime scene.

30 Years Ago

Friday October 17, 1980

Lee-Ann falls on top of Randall then rolls off to lay beside him. Both of their bodies shining from their sweat, “That was better than the first two times tonight Randy.” He doesn’t say anything just rolls over on his side away from her. “Randy, how come we never go out? You only call me for sex after the Dawgs won a game and you’re done celebrating with your friends or on Friday when you don’t have anything to do.” Randy rolls his eyes but keeps quiet. “Do you like me Randy? Are you just with me for sex? Why don’t I get invited to any of the parties at your frat house? Randy why don’t…”
Randy yells, “DAMNIT LEE-ANN! OK, shit. You can come to the next party we have. Which will be on Halloween. Make sure you bring alcohol and wear something sexy so I can show you off.”
Lee-Ann smiles, “OK Randy I’ll be there. I can’t wait!!”
Randy rolls his eyes, “OK Lee-Ann shut up so I can get some shut eye would ya.” Lee-Ann lays there smiling from ear to ear thinking about finally being somewhere outside the bedroom with Randy.


Lee-Ann Chitwood was a freshman at University of Georgia that year. She was the eldest of nine children; five girls, four boys. They were from a small town in the backwoods of Georgia called Calmville. Calmville had around 700 people residing there. They had one elementary, middle and high school. They also had one traffic light. Everyone knew each other, so they were excited to hear that Lee-Ann was going to UGA. Most people who were born and raised there never been outside of it so they considered Athens to be one of the biggest cities in Georgia. Lee-Ann had long straight blonde hair with a plain face. What she lacked in the facial department, her body made up for. She was 5’8” 160 pounds. She was a 36D cup, 24 inch waist and 38 inch wide hips. In Calmville she wore plain outfits, just jeans and a t-shirt. When she got to UGA her rich roommate gave her a makeover. She bought Lee-Ann miniskirts, dresses, blouses, tank and tube tops, heels, short shorts. For the first time she wore her hair in curls and lipstick in her lips, blush on her cheeks, eye shadow on her eyes. Now when guys saw her nice body, they saw a nice face to go along with it. Lee-Ann also picked up something else she never tried. Alcohol. That’s how she met Randy. she was drunk at a bar and met him. He invited her back to his place where he took her virginity and they’ve been sex buddies (in his eyes) ever since.


Randall Bruckheimer was 6 foot 7, 250 pounds built solid no fat anywhere. Everyone thought he played football. He was more interested in studying law than playing football. His father was a big lawyer in Athens, and he wanted to follow in his footsteps. Randall was a sophomore and a member of Kappa Sigma Chi Fraternity along with his two best friends; Peter Metcalf and Carl Hillstrands. Randall was the youngest of 4 and the only boy. Peter and Carl were just like his brothers. All of them stayed in the same sub-division, went to the same schools, and now college and frat.


Peter Metcalf had a twin sister and a brother 8 years younger than them. He was the shorter of the 3 friends. He was 5’9” 170 pounds, but his sister was 5’11” ½ looking like a model. Even though he was the shortest of the three, he got the most girls. He had the whitest, cutest smile with a baby face. His dad was some kind of “agent” and was never home. He spent most his time at Randy’s house. Mostly because of Randy’s sisters. He crushed on every single one of then but they only thought of him as a little brother. While spending time around Randy’s father and found himself, like Randy, loving law and wanted to become a lawyer.


Carl Hillstrands was the only child. So far. His mother died in a car accident when he was 10. Last year his father, who is a surgeon, married a woman who was 20 years younger than him and 10 years older than Carl. She didn’t have any kids and kept trying to have one. Unlike Randy and Peter, Carl didn’t want to follow in his father’s footsteps. He followed his mother’s, education. He was a looker like his friends. Standing at 6 foot 4 220 pounds, he had the sexiest pair of grey bedroom eyes and his jet black hair made it stand out even more.
Randall, Peter and Carl were excited about this party. This was the official first party that their frat had since school started back. All three of them were going as pimps. They didn’t have girlfriends so they invited plenty of girls. This party was going to be the pledges first party they attended at the frat house. The following Monday they would find out if their hard work paid off and if they would become apart of their brotherhood. No pledge wanted this more than Richard Abrams.


Richard Abrams was 19 years old. He was 6 foot 5 weighing 200 pounds even. He had bright hazel eyes with hints of gray dimples on both cheeks so deep it was like someone pushed their thumbs on the side of them. He had a short haircut and rich olive skin. The girls loved his looks but he was below them, trying to become a brother of this frat. Until he was initiated, most avoided him. Richard’s family was from Atlanta. Both his parents were doctors. His older brother and sister were lawyers. His younger brother and sister were still on school, they haven’t decided what they wanted to be. Richard wanted to become a doctor like his parents.


“Ay Ran, who was that chick I saw leaving your apartment this morning?” asked Peter.


“Man that’s my sex toy. You wanna borrow her?” Randy bragged, “She does anything I tell her. Matter of fact I bet we all can get some from her Friday at the party.”


Carl piped in, “Oh really? I gotta get a look at this one.”


They continued talking as Randy called Richard, “My man Richie! I need you to go pick up my, Peter, and Carl’s outfit. I told you Wednesday. Last time I checked, that’s today. Have them at my place.” he hung up without waiting for a reply. “I don’t think Richie is gonna make it all the way.”


“Why not?” asked Carl, “He does EVERYTHING and then more, he memorized EVERYTHING about our brotherhood faster than anyone has. I think he’s cool.”


“He’s boring,” Randy laughed.


Meanwhile, Lee-Ann was dancing in her mirror in her costume. She knew Randy would love it.


Richard got to Carl’s apartment in 30minutes to give them their costumes. He had to stay there to wait until they tried them on so he could take them to his place to iron them. Each of the best friends has a hat with a feather on the side, a jacket un-buttoned at the chest with no shirt, pants to match and the fake gator shoes. He sat there pissed off because the idea was his and Randy stole it and told him he had to dress as a butler. He was ready to be initiated he hated Randy everyone else was cool but him. The three friends make sure their costumes fit and hands them to Richard.


“OK Richie, go on and get them ready for Friday. We’re done with you,” Randy dismisses him. Richard says nothing and leaves.


Tyler Saulsberry and Brody Stonestreet stayed next door to Carl. They heard loud mouth Randy. They didn’t like him because of his mouth. “I wouldn’t pledge that frat just because of that asshole,” Tyler told Brody. They were first cousins. Their moms were sisters they each had 2 younger sisters and 1 older brother. They looked like twins, birthdays a week apart. They were both 6 foot 3 inches, 180 pounds full lips, narrow nose. Only difference is Tyler had jet black hair and gray eyes; Brody had light brown hair and green eyes. Tyler didn’t have a major he was just going to school and would decide later. Brody on the other hand, strived to become a detective but had to work his way up to that. They were going to the party even though they didn’t care for Randy. Tyler was going as Clark Kent and Brody as Superman.

Happy Birthday!!!

Into the candle lit room I walk. All that's there is music flowing from the
speakers and a table with a sheet laying across it. On top of it is a note.
"Take off your clothes & lay under the sheet" I did just that while listening to
the music. I feel a kiss on my neck & hears a deep voice say "Glad you could
make it, now just relax." I feel the sheet come down to rest atop my butt and
warm oil being poured across my shoulders & the top of my back. I feel his
strong hands working away the stress & worries of the week, no, the month. I
close my eyes & smile as I'm in my own paradise. I feel kisses from the middle
of my back to my waist followed by more warm oil. I relax even more because it
feels so good. His hands work up & down my sides, my entire back. My sides to my
chest. To under my breasts massaging them with nipples between his fingers. A
moan escapes my mouth & his hands disappears. I feel warm kisses & tongue from
my ankle, up my calf, to my thigh, to my thigh, down my calf, to my ankle, all
the while I'm melting inside & my juices are flowing. He massages each foot,
each calf, each thigh. While I get wet, wetter, & wetter. He removes the sheet
plants kisses & nibbles on my booty while I'm squirming. The oil & his hands
massaging creates the best sensation. He moves between my legs using the oil
from his hands & my wetness & massages my lips to my clit back to my lips. My
right leg stiffens with a little shakes to it. His left hand massaging my
cheeks, his right, my clit while I cum without even being entered. He leans down
to my ear & says "Happy Birthday. Ready for Round 2?

Why We Started Writing (collab w/ some1 by the name of rickskillz)

ME: Picked up a pencil to share my thoughts in 2nd grade, Poem from a poet & a
picture I made. It hung above my bed in my grandparents home, I thought hmm that
seems easy just write straight from the dome. I wrote roses are red & how
violets are blue, I thought that's how all poems were I didn't have a clue. By
5th grade we had to write a short story, about anything we wanted, I cant
remember but it received so much glory. That next year I wrote a story 60 pages
long, yea it was corny fictional & in every way wrong, But my mom didn't knock
it & that made me feel strong. By 7th I was all into music & rhymes, writing
lyrics day after day no time for TV rapping was on my mind. I would take songs
and flip em so they became mine, knew that was gonna be my calling the best
female MC of all time. That was before advance literature in the 8th, I learned
about so many different kinds of poems & word play. It started out as an
assignment but people saw my talent, school work, rapping , poetry, I thought I
could balance. Summer came along & I wrote of happy days, Never had a broken
heart then so my sunshine never went a way. Beginning of high school I dropped
my pencil & picked up a pen, very soon I dropped that Beginning of high school I dropped
my pencil & picked up a pen, very soon I dropped that to thought that phase had
come to an end. Til 1 day I decided in the library to look up poetry, naw it
wasn't for a friend or to get a guy to notice me. I learned that all poems don't
have to rhyme, so I'm just gonna speak from my heart as you read these lines. I
wrote a few & stopped focusing. Had my 1st heartbreak didn't wanna tell any1 but
I told my diary....in the form of a poem. I stopped. Another relationship ended
back to the writing. I stopped. Picked up Tupac's book of poems and that
inspired me to keep going. From birthdays to anniversaries, happy times &
hardships, special occasions to sexual thoughts & stories once again. Its like a
calling from God, I always stopped but something was pushing me & I couldn't
give up.

rickskillz:I was sitting in the funeral home my grandfather had died I only new him

from birth he died when I was four I was crushed my parents made sure I

spent a lot of time with him during his last days he had fought in Vietnam

and world war 2 his legs got taken when he stepped on a land mine.

That started my journey with the pen and the pencil there wasn't a note

book I wasn't writing in I loves poetry I was only 4 I started reading

Shakespeare and Poe I even read some work by Dubose,although the Bible is

what I read the most.

God gave me this talent I began writing through pain the death of my grand

father weighed on my mind my mom said I was deep after reading my first

poem titled "why it hurts" this was age 4. I was growing mentally I just

could not stop writing see for me it was exciting how my mind would work I

was to creative for my age when I was 20 I already had over 40 books worth

of work I should've gotten published but I didn't look at writing as a

meal ticket it was like breathing to me. More focused now then I have ever

been in my life even

though I write from rage and hate more than I write from joy and love I had

to keep writing.

Past, Present, & Future Loves

PAST

Fun puppy love
No arguments where push came to shove
Then I got older & found real love
The kind when you're IN love
The kind when there's always a smile on your face
Everyday with them no one can take their place
Then it happened & I got hurt
I mean the pain that makes me feel lower than dirt
Makes me wanna be alone & in the darkness I lurk
Someone looks at me the wrong way them I wanna murk
Then in time my heart mended
Only to give it away again & the happiness ended



FUTURE

Fun times no tears
Brave & bold no fears
Gonna grow old with the one I been with for years
Married & happy with kids
He's mine & I am his
Tingle from the top of my head to my feet with a kiss
When we're not together his touch I will miss
We never put each other down with low blows or a dis
When I'm down he knows how to give me a fix
Arguments but we don't go to bed mad
Lifts me up emotionally when I'm sad
I love the way he treats me so its no reason to nag
He's enough for me & with that I am happy, joyful, & glad


PRESENT

I cant wait to tell y'all this
But my present, well its none of your damn business

S.E.D.U.C.T.I.O.N.

S ~ Starts with a sexy style or sexy smile


E ~ Erection stirs up but 1st the blood starts heating up like a summer day


D ~ Doses of love are served up in kisses Hands gripping on a stiff member ready for it to enter the love cave


U ~ Unique touches from the hands on the spine, lips, breasts, chest, waist, ass, hips, thighs.


C ~ Clit jumping hardening, juices start flowing from between the plump lips & I don't mean the 1s on the face


T ~ Tender fingers trace the outline of the lips slipping between the inner lips dipping in to the sweet nectar


I ~ Igniting the fire in the pit of the stomach that's waiting to be lit. It stirs up and a moan escapes the upper lips

O ~ One finger pulls while inside saying "Come here" G-Spot being stroked almost at the brink of cumming


N ~ Nerves tingling, 1 orgasm down. Dick's ready to dive in. Kitty's drippin'. Now its showtime followed by the knock out session

Love Songs

The songs are in ** just wanted to try something different. Hope y'all enjoy



I was sitting at my desk in my office when my telephone rang. It was my baby calling saying he got off of work early and he said, "*There's A Meeting In My Bedroom*" and he didn't want me late he told me he wanted to take it *Nice & Slow* he wanted to get his *Grub On* he told me "I want you to stay on the *Tip Of My Tongue*." I smiled and started talking freaky to him. He said "You're my *Lil Freak* you're trynna have *Phone Sex* but I want you to save that for tonight." So I thought to myself that *Tonight's The Night* that I'm gonna *Put It Down*. I go through the rest of my day with a big smile on my face I'm ready and I'm not ashamed to admit that *I'm Sprung* and his loving *Really Got A Hold On Me*. I'm rushing home so I can change into something sexy so I can get my *Seduction* on. I shave then take a bath rub oil all over my wet body after I'm done. Get dressed in a red lace teddy, red Loubiton heels and a short red leather trench coat. I know people will think I'm crazy with this on since its so hot out. But I don't care I'm ready for the *Unthinkable* to go down tonight with me and my boo. I get to his place, walk in. Its candles lit everywhere and *Sex Therapy* is coming softly from the speakers. He comes up behind me running his hands over my body and whispers in my ear, "*Please Excuse My Hands* but I took the rest of the day off and I had to *Take A Night Off* from my second job to give you some *Jupiter Love*." He pulls off my trench and takes in my teddy and licks his lips as he lifts it up his hands travels to my middle and finds I have no panties on. He says, Baby do you mind if I *Go Low* for a while?" I shake my head, "No I don't mind." He gets on his knees, puts one of my legs over his shoulders while I'm leaning against the wall. "I've been *Feenin'* for your *Juicy* kitty all day." He sticks his middle finger in and out and licks my juices off. "Mmm it *Seems Like You're Ready* I want you to be *Forever Mine*." He spreads my lips and goes to work. Licking and sucking, sucking and licking. Right before I cum he stops and stands with the *Sticky Face* while I'm standing there mad. "Mm babe you *Taste Like Candy* but we gotta go to my *Sex Room* cause tonight Ima *Beat It Up*." We walk into the room and *Can You Handle It* is playing. He takes off my teddy and his shorts and wife beata. Kisses me on my lips, neck, and chest while laying me on the bed. He says, "Are you ready for some *#1 Sex*?" I spread my legs and bite and suck on his bottom lip and smile. He pushes my knees up and enters my slowly, biting down on his lip,"Mm girl your love is my *Addiction*." He starts off slow but I thrust my hips forward to get him to pick up the pace. He speeds up and the whole bed is rocking. I say, "Damn baby I just got my hair done yesterday, you trynna make me *Sweat It Out*?" He pushed my legs up in the air almost behind my head, "We may go at it *All Night Long* I'll pay to get it fixed." He goes *Deep* I can feel him in my stomach but I wanna take control, I tell him, "Baby we *Trading Places*." He slows down holds on to me & flips over so I'm on top. I position myself to give him the best *Ride* ever. I grind slow with one hand on his chest the other on the bed. I move up and down bouncing harder and harder. He sits up and holds me tight while I'm going hard he's sucking my nipples. Left to right then right to left. Its *Ecstacy* with me nails in his back. He says, "Dayum girl you *Scratchin' Me Up*." I push him back and turns around with my back facing him without him slippin out. I'm riding with all my might as I reach down rubbing my clit. He sayd, "Ooo girl *Don't Stop Til You Get Enough*." I rise up to the tip and uses my muscles to squeeze the head he shouts my name I smile and say, "Shhh baby, before the *Neighbors Know My Name*." I start to *Put A Lil Umph In It* and I tell him, "*Bet I Bust* before you do." Before I can make a move I'm face down on the bed he's grabbing my hips to put my ass up and plunges back into my wetness. He's going at it I tell ya the way he's *Knockin' Boots* got me *Grippin' On The Bed*. He reaches around and massages my clit with one hand and the other going between my breasts. His loving so good I just gotta *Look Back At It* I tell him, "Boy, I think YOU, not Trey Songz, *Invented Sex*." He stops and I look agitated, he pulls me over to the dresser and bends me over and spreads my legs as far as he could. "This the best position for me to *Blow Ya Back Out*." He goes in harder and faster than before I can feel it in my chest and my breats flying back and forth. "Ahhh shit *Freak Me* baby I'm bout to cum!" He tells me he is too. We both explode at the same time. He got me *Weak* and I can barely stand. He picks me up and we sliide *Between The Sheets* I telll him, "Wow baby, you were really *At Your Best* tonight." *Love You Gently* is now playing. Its funny cause gently was the last thing on our mind. I feel where I'm laying and he sees me and says, "Baby, *Your Side Of The Bed* is wet. You can sleep on my side with me. Just *Lay Your Head On My Pillow* my chest or shoulder. Your choice." I slide over and lay beside him as he whispers in my ear. I wanna make you feel good on *Two Occasions* that's day and night." I smile and say, I love it, you were like a *Porn Star*." He says, "If you loved tonight, wait til you get your *Birthday Sex*." With that, I was out like a light. Cause his love was like a *TKO*

Princess Waiting on My Knight June 25, 2007

Have I found my knight?
Maybe I have, maybe I haven't
Well let me fill you in...

I met him a while back. When I heard his voice it threw my pimp game out of
whack. You see my plan was to get hearts and never give em back. I had the
"Better keep ya boy close when I come through. Because your man I will take him,
and date him, and break him, and make him do things that he wouldn't normally
say or do," mentality. He was "Fresh Meat" so I was like yea, another one that I
can make fall in love with me without giving him the goodies then leave him with
a broken heart thinking I'll be back. It was all a game to me until I got to
know him.

He made me laugh like I never have before. Had me waiting for his call, his
text, to see his face, to be close to him, touch him, hug him, to... to...
"WAIT!" I told my heart, "This is not how its suppose to go. He's suppose to be
fiending you, not you him. Stop this new emotion I have. I can't catch feeling I
can't and I won't let my heart get hurt!" But my heart said, "Yes! This feels
right! This is the one, if not, at least you would experience something new!" As
we continued to talk day in and day out, I felt my heart trying to get my mind
in the same place.

People let me tell you, I didn't want to let my heart free, but she had a mind
of her own. She jumped out of my body and into his hands. Where ever he was even
if he was on the moon, one call and it was like he was laying next to me. He's
caring, loving, outgoing, understanding, faithful, honorable, sweet, honest,
talented, funny, my best friend, and my protector.

HE'S MY KNIGHT!

And if you're out there somewhere I'm your princess waiting to be swept away on
your shiny black horse!

Love Lost July 9, 2006

What happened to our love? Is it still there or is it slowly disappearing right
in front of my eyes. We barely talk and when we do you have nothing to say. This
is for my love lost.

My first love in my life,
We used to talk about how nice it
would be to be husband and wife.
Talking late into the night,
And texting into the morning light.

I said I would always be there for you, and you for me,
But right now its no longer the same as you can see.

I was by your side when you needed me the most,
But you went farther instead of pulling me close.

Oh we had some bad times and stopped talking to each other,
But was back on good terms a day later because of your brother.

I didn't hear from you and dumped you for misunderstood reasons,
But when I knew the truth I was sad for ever leaving.

I asked if you wanted to try again,
But you said you didn't know so I guess we can be friends.

The things we shared I miss,
The craziest thing is you texted me in the middle of writing this.

Damn, a love lost


This was more than just a poem to me. I'm past that now, that was of course,
almost 4 years ago. :)

Cold Winter's Night Pt. 25

through to the kitchen. It has all stainless steel appliances with marble counters and even marble floors. "Its so pretty I love this kitchen I would love to cook in here. "Thank you maybe you can cook in it one day if you play your cards right." "Yea yea yea we'll see. So where's the next spot?" He takes me off to the next room which is a pool room. It has soft leather chairs and a flat screen TV mounted on the wall in the corner of the room. The pool table is white with "T.Tate" written in blood red. He also has a mini bar in the corner across from the TV. The next room is his poker/craps room. He has the table in the center of the room with stools all around. I see speakers mounted in each corner of the room and a CD player in back of the room. "Nice. Seems like a nice bachelor pad here." He smiles, "Yea something like that I guess. Come on let's go to the middle level." We walk down to the middle level and there's a pool and hot tub also a spa for the ladies. He says, "I don't know why I added this here, no one ever uses it." "I'll use it, you got a masseuse on here?" "Naw nothing, that's why I don't know why its here. Come on." We keep walking and get to three guest bedrooms with their own bathrooms. "If you ever want to stay over you can sleep in one of these if you like. Don't worry, no one has slept in them besides my mama." "This is really nice Tre. Why would you want to buy a house when you have one here and you can sail anywhere and take your home with you." "Yea that's true but this is more like a party house. I want something for my future wife and kids because they will not be staying on here. I'm even thinking about selling it." "OK I understand. So where do you sleep?" He grabs my hand and opens this door that I thought was a coat closet and walks down these stairs to the bottom level. We walk down this short hall and he opens the door. When you first walk in its a sitting area well more like a living room with a flat screen

Cold Winter's Night Pt. 24

"I'm sorry, its just that, I eat the same two dressings together. So I'll have
the same as he's having." The waiter smiles, "Very well, if either of you need
anything just ring this bell," he places a small bell on the table, "and I'll be
here in a few." We both say, "Thanks" as he turns and walks off. I look around
and realizes we are no where near the dock. "When did we start moving?" "We
started right after we stepped on here. You don't get seasick do you? I have
some medicine for that in the kitchen if you need some." The waiter comes back
with our salads and walks off. "No I'm fine I love being out on the water." Tre
blesses the food and we start eating. A few minutes into eating, he breaks the
silence, "Ms. Kaiya you weren't lying about starving were you?" he laughs, "Its
OK though, I hate chicks that act like they're too pretty to eat in front of a
man, all the while their stomachs be touching their backs. At least I know you
won't be wasting my food." I laugh and finish eating. "I'm sorry but I wasn't
lying about not eating I really am hungry." Before Tre can reply, the waiter
comes out with our food and sits it down in front of us. We both dig in and
neither of us speak a word until we're done. He leans back in his chair, "That
was good. So Kaiya, you ready to walk some of this food off and go on a tour of
my 'water home'?" "Sure let's go. But do you mind if I take these heels off?
They are killing me I wasn't paying attention to which ones I grabbed, I was
suppose to take these back for a refund." "Oh, no problem get as comfortable as
you like. Mi casa es su casa. Glad you're being yourself around me and not all
shy. Let's go." I take off my shoes and leave them under the table and stands up
after Tre pulls my chair back. We go through the same doors as the waiter did
and its like a plush lobby with the men's bathroom on one side and the women on
the other. We continue down the hall until we come to double doors and we walk

Cold Winter's Night Pt. 23

He parks the car, turns it off and gets out coming around to my side. I'm
thinking to myself, like are we going on a boat ride or something? He opens my
door and holds his hand out for me. I take his hand and gets out. He closes the
door and hits the alarm button on his key chain and pulls me gently towards the
boarding area. I'm looking around and I just see this one medium sized yacht
with "Pride & Joy" written on the side in pretty metallic blue. We walk onto the
yacht and he leads me upstairs and when we reach there its a table with two
champagne flutes and a bottle of Nuvo chilling in ice. In the center sits a
bouquet of blue roses and its a waiter standing there waiting on us to take a
seat. I look up at Tre and smile, "This is nice. Is this your yacht?" He pulls
my chair out for me and I sit down and he sits after me. "Yes this is my yacht.
This is my home for now. I need you to find me a land home." "Sure, I can do
that for you, if you give me a tour of your water home." He smiles with those
cute dimples, "Of course. After dinner." He waves over the waiter and he comes
over and pours us both Nuvo but he adds henny to Tre's and hands us our
menus. I look at Tre in amazement, "Don't tell me you have a restaurant on here
too." He laughs a little "Naw, I got a chef and a few waiters when I have
parties. I had them make up a menu of what we have here cause I don't know what
you like yet." I smile and nod my head. I look over the menu and finally chooses
as Tre waves over the waiter and tells me to order first. "I'll have the mango
salmon with rice pilaf and steamed veggies with a roll." The waiter replies,
"Yes miss, and for you Mr. Tate?" Tre says, "Uhhh, I'll have the same as her
please." The waiter says, "Yes Mr. Tate." He takes our menus, "I'll be right out
with your starter salads. Mr. Tate you want the usual dressing, ranch and honey
mustard right?" Tre nods and I burst out laughing and they both look at me like
I' m crazy.

Cold Winter's Night Pt. 22

When I pull up to the office its 8:15 and I see Tre leaning against a black BMW looking down at his phone. I wonder if he's about to call me. I pull up next to him and let's my window down. "I'm so sorry time got away from me, is it too late? I mean you didn't make reservations did you? I should have called, I'm sorry." Why did I rammble whenever I got around him? He smiles, "Its ok I kind of figured you may be a little late don't beat yourself up about it. So you wanna ride with me or drive ya own?" I let my window up, turn off the truck, grab my clutch and steps out. "Alright now Ms. Kaiya," he says as he looks at me, "you look stunning." He walks around to the passenger side and opens the door for me. I follow behind him smiling, "Thanks, you look nice your self." He's wearing cream colored slacks with Stacy Adams to match with a cream and soft green button down. He has a custom made cuban link on his left wrist and a gold ring on his right hand. He gets into the driver's seat and his cologne invades my senses. Mmm, he smells so good, but I'll keep that to myself. He starts the car and out of the speakers comes a the raspy voice of Etta James singing how she wants a Sunday Kind of Love and I sing along with her. Tre looks over at me, "What you know about Etta girl?" I smile, "I know all of her songs, I love singers from back in the day, they're more soulful, like they're singing from the bottom of their souls." He nods his head as I continue, "now don't get me wrong, there's a few out now that has an old soul like Mary J. Blige and Monica, I love them." He looks over "OK glad you like more than just Etta, cause its more than just her that'll you'll be hearing." I sat back singing along until I notice we've been riding for almost 30 minutes. "So Tre, where exactly are we going to dinner? I mean I haven't eaten since I had that salad earlier and I'm starvi-" Before I could finish I look to see we're at the dock.

Cold Winter's Night Pt. 21

I get up to find me something to wear tonight. I finally decideon this two-toned sleeveless dress. Black down to the waist, and red from the waist to right above my knees with small pockets on the side and lay it on the bed. I still can't decide on what shoes to wear I'll choose later on. I get my gold heart shaped earrings with the necklace and ring to match and lay down on the dress. I go to the kitchen and wash the dishes which I've been putting off since I cooked Sunday dinner. After I'm done with that I separate my dirty clothes to wash, they've piled up so high, "Kaiya girl, you've got to do better." I load the washer then go into the living room to straighten up then the den. Once I'm done there I take the clothes out the washer puts them in the dryer then loads the washer again. I go lay on the couch and turn on the tv. "Man I'm tired." I turn to the TV Guide channel to see what's on and I see a good movie came on at 6, its 6:15. I jump straight up, "shit! I forgot all about the date." I start taking off my clothes while making my way to the master's bathroom. I fill the tub, tie my hair up and gets into the tub. I can't believe I forgot. When I get out its 7:20. I rub oil all over my body, dab Victoria's Secret, Very Sexy, on my body in the right places and runs into my room to get dressed. I put my
dress, jewelry on and grab the first pair of black heels I spot. I get my black clutch, run to the living room get my license and $50 out of my bag to put in my clutch, grab my keys, gets ready to open the door. I realize my hair is still tied up. I stand in front of the mirror in the foyer and takes my hair down. I de and reactivate the alarm and I jump into the Range headed back to the office at 7:55p.m. Damn.

Cold Winter's Night Pt. 20

"Mmm-hmmm who was that last man that left out of here smiling huh? That's your man isn't he? That's why you weren't interested in me hooking you up right?" I just keep eating tuning her out. "Ms. Thang, you better answer me before I have to find out myself. Now, who is he?" "Kelly," I finish eating and wipe my mouth and hands. "Why must you be so nosey? I don't know him from any other client. He stayed behind because he wanted me to find him a place similar to what his friend just signed for. Now, is that all?" "Yea ok Kaiya, I can smell a lie when its being told, and you miss, are very
stinky right now." She turns to walk out while I'm laughing. I gather my things, look my desk and my office, tells everyone that I would see them on Monday and I head to my Range. Once I get to it, I see a small piece of paper with a blue rose taped to it, "Can't wait to see you tonight Baby Girl, I promise you won't regret it." I smile and get into the truck. I wonder if Ms. Nosey Butt saw him put this on my truck the reason she came running in my office. I start up the truck and head on home. I get the mail head in the house, deactivate and re-activate the alarm and plops down on the couch. I look at the time, its 2pm. I go through the mail, bills of course. I lay them on the coffee table and head to my room to change clothes. I take off what I wore to work and put on some shorts and a t-shirt then twist my hair back up for tonight. I go back in the living room to get my cell and come back to my room and lays across the bed. I call up my best friend Amaya but it goes straight to voice mail. Dang, I kept forgetting she was on vacation and called from the hotel room letting me know she didn't have a signal there. Oh well.

Cold Winter's Night Pt. 19

I feel so embarrassed, I amost choke. I quickly wipe my face and hands and start to stand up when The Boss says, "No need to rush Kaiya, so to intrude. We'll just come back in a few minutes." Tre adds while smiling, "Yea cause it looks like you were going in on that. You didn't eat this morning baby girl?" The Boss is about 5'7 looks to be about 250lbs or more kind of reminds me of the rapper 8 Ball. Both him and Tre are dressed in button down shirts and dark blue jeans. The Boss has on dark shades, Tre has on a black fitted cap. "Please have a seat. I've been waiting on you, no need to come back, you're the only person I have to meet with today."
They both take a seat in front of my desk while I put my salad back in its bag and puts a piece of gum in my mouth. The Boss speaks, "So my man Tre tells me all about the house, I trust his taste so I'm ready to sign all the papers and be out of your way beautiful."I scream on the inside, I'll be making $1.5million on this sale! I smile big while sitting the papers in front of him while explaining. After all of my talking and smiling, he signs it all and I hand him his key to his new house, um, mansion.
"Thanks Ms. Kaiya pleasure doing business with ya." He stands and shakes my hand and walks out leaving me and Tre alone. I begin to speak to ask if he got the message I left on his voice mail but he beats me to it. "So I got your message before we came I know a nice place we could go for dinner. Does 8 sound good?" "Yes, but where are we going? What do I need to wear? Do you want me to meet you there?"He laughs, "Slow down. I mean you can wear something dressy but not too formal, like maybe going to a party but not to much skin. Shawty just wear something nice. And we can meet here if you like". I smile, "OK, 8o'clock then"He kisses my hand and turns and leaves me there smiling. I sit back down sit my salad back in front of me so I can finish and here comes that damn Kelly!

Cold Winter's Night Pt. 18 (short story)

I know alot of secrets about the other agents in the office who were too weak and made the mistake of confiding in Kelly. That wouldn't be me though, I always change the subject when she gets too personal. My luch arrives at the perfect time. Kelly was just telling me about some guy she wants me to meet. I dash off into my office and closes the door and sits behind my desk. I bless my food, add the ranch and honey mustard dressing to my salad and starts getting down. I'm halfway done when its a knock at the door. Ugh what does Kelly want? I say, "Come in" in between chews. Instead of Kelly, in walks Tre and The Boss and here I am with a mouthful of salad with dressing on the side of my mouth and face....

Cold Winter's Night Pt. 17 (short story)

I guess because I'm extra happy to be here. I walk in and speak to everyone who has arrived before me, which is only three other agents and I head into my office. I go over the papers once more to make sure I have everything there and in order then I check my messages. I have a few from other clients that want to set up an appointment so I call them backand take care of that. When I'm done making those calls, I see its 11:15am so I decide to give Tre a call but it goes straight to voicemail so I decide to leave a message. "Hi Tre, this is Kaiya. I was just returning your call to say I would love to go to dinner with you, just let me know the details. OK bye bye." I have nothing else to do until The Boss gets here to sign the papers so I call to order lunch. I order a a chicken salad and a sweet tea. I go make small talk with this other agent named Kelly, until my lunch arrives. I never tell Kelly too much because she's the type that can't hold water.

Cold Winter's Night Pt. 16 (short story)

I smile. I love his voice. I grab my cell to save his number so I replay the message over. I debate about calling back. He may be busy, I'll just call him before they come into the office. I eat my dinner while watching a movie on Lifetime. Afterwards I shower then look for something to wear tomorrow. I end up choosing a white jacket with the white capri pants to match and a pair of white and black stilettos. I wet and twist my hair so I would have curls in the morning. I set my alarm and climb into bed smiling. I have a client coming to sign for this "mansion" and a promising dinner date. I say to myself, "Yes, tomorrow shall be very fulfilling" as I doze off.
The next morning I'm up happy, dancing to the radio while doing my hair and applying my eyeliner and lip gloss. After I dress, I put on my silver hoop earrings, silver necklace, diamond tennis bracelet, and the matching ring, grab my bag and keys and I'm out the door. Today I decide to take the Range. I arrive at the office in no time.

Weather Is My Soul

I don't know why, but, I just feel like writing about the weather. Since its storming. So here it goes, just whatever flows from my pen to paper. (Yes pen, I actually wrote this down first.)

As I sit here on the love seat recliners, I'm staring out the living room window, watching God do his work. First it was cloudy, then it stormed, became sunny and bright, now storming worse than before. All of this was from 2pm-5:20pm and probably gonna still continue. I realized that the weather is kind of like our souls, our hearts, our spirits, at least mine.
This is what I mean:

I sometimes feel like the sun. When I'm in a great mood or someone comes along to make me happy, it seems like I light up the room or make the most gloomy day bright. That's how happy I always want to be.
But just like the weather, my mood changes the way the wind blows. A small gentle breeze can make you smile, happy for a break from the heat. But strong winds can make you worry. Make you aware that the mood is changing.
Here comes the clouds. Its just like when your brain gets cloudy. You don't know if you wanna cry (rain) or keep smiling (sun).
A lot of times you choose to cry (rain). This can be good because it cleanses the soul, like rain can cleanse the ground of dirt. Sometimes it rains harder than other times. Depends on what is making the rain (tears) come about.
The lightening flashes and even strikes. This is when I'm angry and I want to let it all out, don't care what anyone says to me, I'm getting it out as long as I can.
The thunder rolls and beats like drums just as my heart does. When matters of my heart get involved, it gets louder and longer until the person that I want to hear it, acknowledges it.
Snow is what we rarely see here in my city of Georgia. Just as you rarely see my heart turn cold towards someone and falls away gently and softly as the white snow. But then, its sunny again.
Everyone loves sunny days, but if you can't stand the wind, clouds, rain, lightening, thunder, and snow, then you don't deserve my sunny days