Date: Mon, 25 Oct 1999 21:55:36 GMT
From: Ed'Michael Ecrivain <edmike66@hotmail.com>
Subject: Sister Mona Lou's Boys

A note to the Reader,

The following is rated YGM+18 and RUone2, in other words, you must be
of legal age and pro man-to-man sex in order to read this.
Due to Midterms, I was unable to post it as soon as I wanted to. I
apologize for that as I'll try my best next time to post it on time. I would
really like to have it ready every Thursday, so please bare with me as I do
have a very busy schedule this term.

This series is based on what happened, what's happening, and what I would
dream to happen with, of course, a sprinkle of imagination. I don't plan on
harming anyone with this, I just want to entertain a great audience.
I would like to thank Dave@Nifty for his time and understanding. I would
also like to thank the readers, whose comments were greatly appreciated. I
do apologize for keeping you waiting.
And now

Sister Mona Lou's Boys, Part Two...

	I heard a horn blow behind me as to alert me that I had the right of way. I
quickly stepped on the gas pedal as I fully recovered from my memories that
brought happiness at first, but then sadness. I tried to ignore that part of
my life and the feeling that I felt, as I began to shed a tear. I felt used
by that person; but then again realized that the sex was great. By the way,
let me stop thinking about Mr. Farley, who's happily married to the most
beautiful woman and four beautiful daughters. This man was 'way' older than
I, so Quamaine chill out! I thought to myself.
	I was quickly distracted by the neon lights that glowed on Jamaica Avenue.
All different colors and sizes; they were just beautiful. The radio was
playing one of my jams when I started to sing along. I loved music and
especially television. I loved watching The Young and The Restless, while
Oprah had my devoted attention at four, and MTV rocked the house with the
latest videos. I usually watched them for the kind of techniques they would
use. That is, lightning, camera angles, and anything that made the program
attractive on the screen. I was very interested in the behind the scenes as
well as what went on screen.  I knew I had to be part of the entertainment
industry.
	I got on the freeway with my little survivor cruising as if it was a brand
new car. I loved the 1979 vehicle the blue four door hatchback, and truly
ugly. I mean, jezz!! What were they thinking when they were designing this
car. It needed a paint job desperately, and I knew it wasn't going to get
it.  That car used to be the bomb 18 years ago.
	Anyway, the ride home was easy I thought until the car started to act up on
the highway. I was doing 70 when it slowed down as if it was possessed. The
gas pedal was fully depressed, as I switched lanes quickly, not
understanding what was going on. Shit! It died. Everything was turned off,
the engine, the radio, the head lights...everything!!! That scared the living
dead outta me. I flicked the emergency signals on, hoping to get a response,
but was greeted by a little spark under the hood. Fuck! I said out loud
pulling over to the curb.
	Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! I kept on saying, wondering what the hell happened. We
came to a complete stop when I turned the switch off and pulled the hood
lever. Out of curiosity, I tried to start the car again but was out of luck.
The car was dead, nothing moved.
	Damn't!!! My house was a few exits away and it couldn't wait till we got
there, huh! I gently laid my aching head on the steering wheel as I hoped
for a miracle to occur. Please start, please do? I tried again with no luck.
I got out of the car and opened the hood. What was I going to go, I didn't
know anything about cars.
	I stood there looking at the engine, as I smelled burnt rubber. A grinding
noise appeared to be riding on the highway, anxious to see what it was, I
couldn't help noticing a flying by white Honda accord, sporty looking with
some stickers speeding like a maniac. Hey! I thought to myself, that car
looked familiar.  Where did I see it before? Anyway, it flew by with
intensity, well so did the other cars.
	The hood was still open when I sat back in the car thinking as to what
should I do. Should I just walk home or try starting it again. After a few
minutes, I decided to gather my stuff to get the stepping. Obviously, there
wasn't anything else to do. The CD player
was portable, so I quickly unplugged it while a grinding noise was getting
closer. I wasn't interested on identifying the car that was passing by and
kept on minding my business.
	The sound got closer and quickly I looked up as the Honda Accord pulled
over, stopping in front of my car. Shit! I exclaimed as a guy came out and
started walking towards the car, which sort of made me uncomfortable. I
quickly got out and came across a fine looking young man. He walked very
sexy in a proper posture, at least 6 feet tall, and slim.
	"Queens College?" He shouted as he made his stop in front of me.
	"Huh!!?" in confusion.
	"Do you go to Queens College?" he said as he grinned. He had a low fade,
milk chocolate complexion, and red lips with a cute goatee, a squared face,
and nice cheekbones. Beautiful teeth, ooh!! At 5'5" I had to look up at him.
I also thanked the Heavens, for they have sent him to rescue me.
	"Oh, yeah!" I quickly said, realized that I was starring.
	"I was parked by your car this morning" he said as he looked down at my
vehicle. I also followed his move and said
	"That's where I've seen it before, I knew it!" nervously and sweating.
	"What happened?" as he moved towards the engine. He had an American Airline
uniform on, which really revealed all of the fine points of his body. Tone
arms and squats, nice butt, and perfect chest. Ou la la!  I explained to
him, in perfect detailed, the scenario as he checked it out and figured that
I had a shocked circuit. Whatever the hell that was. It started to drizzle
when we both looked at each other.
	"Shit, I can't leave my baby out there." I said with a worried voice.
	"Yo, you have to. It's not going anywhere" he said as he pulled himself out
under the hood and shut it. " take your things and lemme drop you home."
	"What about it?" I asked worried about my car, not because of theft, but of
the City towing it.
	"Well, if you want, we could try to drag it with my car..." he said as he
walked by me "...you got cables?"
	"Nah man, I'm sure my uncle does and he could come tow it" as I turned
around to face the car.
	"So, it's set then, get you uncle to come and get it... Poor thing" he sighed
and smiled. He seemed as if he felt my pain. I smiled back and said
	"It's a survivor, man."
	"I bet...C'mon and lemme drop you home before it starts pouring" He gestured
as if for me to follow him. I quickly ran to the car and grabbed my
belongings. He then offered to help as he took my school bag and walked
towards his car. I was intrigued by his manners, and he said.
	"By the way, I'm Chris." As he handed out his hand and I quickly shook it.
	"Quamaine Williams, little ol' Quamaine" He smiled and unlocked the door by
a touch of a button. We got in and drove away, leaving my little baby
behind. As we took off, I turned around to look at my car.
	"Don't worry man, it will be fine" he said with a smile and turned on the
radio. He had a ten CD changer with a powerful bazooka. "what type of music
you listen to?" he continued as I quickly turned around to drift into his
red lips.
	"Uh, anything that has a nice beat to it, you know, anything that makes you
wanna dance."
	"Aiight! I'm feeling you. Let me see..." as he pressed buttons on the system
and played Puff Daddy's Mo Money, Mo Problems. I loved that song and adored
Puffy. Chris had no idea of what he had just caused. That was a turn on,
right there.
	"Aw! That's a hot one" I said with a smile.
	"Yea! He's good" he said as he nodded to the beat of the song. He looked
very cute.
	I wasn't a talkative person, and was surprised at how I had a lot to say. I
was leading the conversation as I explained to him hot to get to my house,
well, which he knew pretty well due to the fact that he lived ten minutes
away.
	"So, what are you majoring in? That is if you know." He asked as he took a
quick glanced.
	"Uh! I'm thinking about the business program. I heard that they have a good
one out there." As I looked in the rear view mirror.
	"All in the money, want to be independent, huh?"
	"Yeah, I guess. My parents are both independent." As I fixed my body on the
leather seating that felt comfortable. "Nice car you got there" I continued.
	He smiled "Thanks. I'll trade it with yours" I looked at him, knowing that
he was fooling around with me and said.
	"I'm not into that sports car business, nor two door vehicle." And smiled.
He gave me a look as if I was joking and lying. Which I wasn't, I didn't
love sports car. Too fast.
	" Is that right? Whatevah, man" he said with a grinned.
	"How about you, what are you majoring in?" I asked softly in a feminine
tone, but then caught up and rephrased it with a deeper voice. He slowly
looked at me, grinned, and responded in a sexy voice.
	"Education. I want to be a teacher"
	"Uhm! You look more like an accountant or someone of that sort" I replied
with a serious face.
	"I know, people assume that a lot about me. but... that's what I like" he
said with a smile.
	"You like? I think that people should have passion for what they do, don't
you think so?"
	"Yeah, I think so..."
	"But, do you have passion for it?"
	"I have passion for many things in life." He said in a smooth voice.
	"That's great" I replied smoothly and begun to feel a great deal of
attraction for Chris. The conversation went on as I explained to him my
first day at school, how I got the car, and little stuff that passed threw
my mind. I also told him that I grew up in a boarding home in Atlanta and
had just moved to New York in June. I've learned a great deal about him that
night, like for instance, we had the same French class, he worked part time
at American Airlines in ticketing, and was a senior in college.
	He pulled up the driveway to drop me closer to the front door as it was
pouring like crazy, and looked surprised to see the house.
	"Nice house?"
	"Thanks, it was my idea" I said jokingly. It was an off-white high ranch
home that my aunt and uncle had just built earlier that year, located at the
corner of Commack Street in Old Westbury as its Mecca.
	"It's beautiful... are they renting any rooms?" he asked as he smiled his
pearly whites.
	"Nopes, I don't think so" I laughed. Then this dramatic pause occurred for
a few seconds when I saw that he was looking down at the steering wheel.
	"Want me..., you know, come pick you up tomorrow, since we got class
together." he asked as he turned around to look at me. I hesitated for a
sec, but then realized how beautiful it would look like walking to class
with the handsome young buck.
	"Uh, sure. if its not a problem"
	"It won't be." he said as he broke the deep stare we had.
	"Already then, lemme be out..." I said as I ran my hand threw my curly hair.
It felt as if I was on a date with this man. I looked down at the glove
compartment and continued "...thanks for the ride man, you're heaven sent."
What the hell did I just say, I thought.
	"They are looking after you." He replied smoothly with a grin. Uh! Uh!, my
gaydar was detecting something funny.
	"I guess so man." I finally said as I reached in the back to grab my
belongings and tried not to have eye contact with him. Was he hitting on me
or what, I kept on thinking. Play it cool, I said to myself, as I gave him a
pound.
	"I'll come by 10 after ten." he said as he released my hand.
	"Cool, no problem." Still playing it cool and exited the car. I ran up the
stairs and rushed myself in the house. I stood at the door to watch him pull
out and leave. I had the widest smile on my face when it was snatched away
by the annoying greeting my aunt made.
	"Who was that?!" she asked as I walked up to the stairs to the kitchen.
Damn! I gave her a death look, but in a frustrating tone said
	"The car died on the highway, so I got a ride"
	"Your car died on the highway?!" As if that is not what I have just said.
She annoyed the shit outta me. For some reason, my cousins and aunt found
some humor out of this. I did not and gave them the what-so-fucking-funny
look as I approached my uncle to explain the situation. Everything went
smoothed that night as for the towing of the car. However, I quickly
returned to my frustration mood as I got to the house.
	I always thought moving to New York from Atlanta would have been the
greatest thing ever, but shit, was I wrong. Four months already, I could not
breathe happily. The house was a stressor. Anyway, I got in Chris' car,
laughing, chatting, and feeling happy as I've never been before. It was
beautiful, as we exchanged out thoughts on the Happy Life. We made a sudden
stop at the train crossing because the Long Island Rail Road was crossing.
We kept on talking as if it was not a bother. We both looked at each other
for a while and find ourselves moving closer to engage in a kiss. I looked
at his eyes as I prepared for this wonderful moment.
	All of sudden, a truck came crashing into us from behind as its force
pushed us on the tracks. I was screaming out of my lungs, but could not hear
myself, I just heard the train's horn and saw its bright lights approaching
with rapidity. We were strapped by the seat belts in the car, screaming,
crying, jumping, trying to escape. As the train got closer, I closed my eyes
as to not view the devastation it was going to cause. And disaster struck.
	I was soaked with sweat when I woke up from the horrible nightmare that
troubled me on the bed. But then realized that the buzzer was on as it was
time for me wake up and get ready for school. That is a good way to start my
day, I thought as I rolled over to turn the damn thing off.
	I got ready that beautiful morning and sat in the living room dazing off.
Chris arrived on the dot when I heard the grinding sound of his car. I was
and felt beautiful that morning. I had on a nice burgundy button down shirt
with some cargo pants, which brought out my caramel complexion beautifully.
Well, my cousin told me that and it was obvious.
	I exited the house as the sun shone brightly on me and my silky, jet-black,
parted in the middle, curly hair. Pantene does work people. Well, as I
walked down the steps of the beautiful house, I quickly made eye contact
with Chris as he smiled softly. He had that -Wow!- look on his face as I
walked around the vehicle. The heat from his stare got me to sweat, my
make-up was melting. No, I didn't wear any, but I was nervous.
	I opened the door of the Honda with care when the music lowered rapidly. I
sat down in the chair that felt really comfortable.
	"What's up man?" I said as I gave him a pound.
	"Nothing much, you slept well last night?" he asked looking cuter than last
night. Wow, he was really cute in ordinary clothes. He had a square toe
black shoes on, a pair of tight jeans, and a nice muscle shirt. He dressed
as one of the Village People (a gay area of NY). Well, there's a stereotype
about gay people in NY, if you dress like that- you know, tight shirt and
pants and big shoes- you are bound to be gay. Most of the time it was true,
but people would generalize it. Well, I did assume that and guess what, my
instincts never failed me. He's red lips were glowing with the strawberry
scented Chap Stick.
	"Ha!, Ha!, funny you would ask that."
	"How come?" he asked in confusion.
	"Yo, I had this horrible dream last night, and ... and ..., anyway, its
irrelevant. Yeah, I slept well." I said as I quickly realized that I was
about to blow my spot. And quickly gulped when he asked smoothly
	"Did it involve me?"
	"Uh, no. Well, yeah. You and my car and blah, blah, blah... how come you
don't have your uniform on?" I asked as I tried to change the subject. He
was driving at a moderate speed on the highway, which quickly made me wonder
something.
	" I don't work today..." he said as he took a glimpse at me "... that color
suits you well"
	"Really? thanks"
	"I also dig the hair, what is that, S-curl or something?" He asked with a
grin.
	"Uhm! you got jokes. NO, for your info, its natural." Trying not to work
the neck.
	"You mix?" he asked with a serious tone.
	"Half Afro-American and half Guyanese, I'm gonna let them grow so I could
braid them."
	"Oh,... So are you gonna tell me about your dream or not?" he asked with a
grin, which led me to grin.
	"Well, it goes like that..." As I went on with a made up saga. I mean really,
did you really think that I was going to tell him. Not yet...
	I was a closeted-feminine seventeen year old. Well, not too feminine, but
people was suspicious about it. It was great like that, because it was
mysterious; I would play around with their mind. I had thick Ebony curly
hair in an afro, imitating Maxwell. I had the same hair type as my mother,
that is, they would grow  fast and strong.
	On our way to school, we spoke about different things that really led me to
think that he was really part of  the family.  Oh, I would say, I thought of
him as 'Fishy' or as a 'sistah'. But, nonetheless, I couldn't help stop
drooling  over his body as we walked up the stairs of the school. The minute
we stepped in, he got crowded by a bunch of girls as if he was the Brad Pitt
of the school. Huh!! I rolled my eyes at the drooling 'fishes' as I,
eventually, became part of the spotlight. Well, it came out that he was the
President of Teens Incorporated- a club for freshmen- at the school. And, of
course, I wanted to be part of that as soon as they began.
	I didn't see much of him due to his busy schedule, but I hung out with
Viviann that day. Of course, her male friends were targets of mine as I
looked around and was looked upon. Though, I kept it cool because I was very
shy and didn't know how to start a conversation with someone.
	English was the last subject of the day and realized that it has been a
day. It became clear to me that I was a very nosy and curious person, after
I observed myself observing everything in my surroundings. I walked in the
class very smoothly as the thick-smooth coat of dark hair that rested on the
arms and legs of the Indian kid caught my attention. It felt marvelous to my
imaginary touch as I quickly sat parallel to him, but one seat back. He was
cute, but his calves were all I focused on.
	Like I've said before, I also looked around the room as my head turned from
left to right every moment. As the class was in progress, I quickly detected
a 'hard-on': the bulge in the Indian's shorts made it obvious 	that he
wanted to do something. I tried my best not to appear suspicious and glanced
every now and then. What he did next really turned me on.
	He stretched out his legs by making himself very comfortable and reached
down on the bulge. He rubbed it a little then straighten it, as he looked
very focused on what's being said in class. He straightens it by making the
head point to his navel, as it resembled a big lump going from his stomach
to his nuts.
	It was him and I only in his little world of entertainment. I focused on it
quickly as he looked down at his shorts and was enjoying what he was doing.
He pumped and jerked his penis as the belt buckle went up and down. Up and
down, it was sort of an exercise. Up and down, up and down.
	I began to smile lightly and wondered what was he thinking about, but felt
the professor's stare focused on me, burning me. I quickly looked at her and
ended the smile, and noticed that she looked down at the kid's crotch and
rolled her deep bleu eyes. Oh, shit! She saw it. All of a sudden, the young
man looked at me with a cool face and fixed himself in a proper posture.
	I bet you know what I felt after that. Anyway, my eyes never left the
professor's face as she read and spoke for the whole period. I saw Chris
down the hall but decided not to bother him and go home. When I got there, I
found out that Sr. Mona Lou wrote me to wish me luck with school as the
letter was accidentally opened by my aunt. Imagine that! A while after, the
phone rang, of course it was for me, as my good buddy Nicolas called. I got
the cordless from the kitchen and retreated to my room due to gossip I had
to offer.
	"How's school so far, are you feeling at home yet at Queens College?"
Nicolas asked as he started to laugh
	"Yeah man!"
	"Did you get it, Queens College, reserved for queens only" and began to
laugh out loud.
	"Fuck you, bitch" I replied laughing. He was my favorite buddy to chat
with, well because of the connection we had. We would talk for hours about
nothing and anything. But, tonight, the download was on Chris. Blah! Blah!
Blah! The phone was picked up twice as to announced me that it was needed.
So, we said our fairwell and hung up, as I quickly rushed it to Tiffany.
	"Is he gay?" she caught me off guard with that one. We were cool cousins, I
didn't bother her and she did the same. We never argued, well, only when it
regarded cleaning the shared bathroom.
	"I'm sorry, come again!!??"
	"Is your friend gay?, I dunno... he sounds funny to me." she said as she took
the phone away from me.
	"I dunno, next time why don't you ask him" I replied in a flat tone. She
fled away as I thought she had some nerve to ask me that. Anyway, that was
that.

	On Thursday, I didn't feel like going to work, so I took the bus home. It
was an hour and a half ride, which led me to think. I thought, and thought,
and thought. I had no idea of what I was thinking, but anyway. Maybe it was
the fun that I used to have at Sr Mona Lou's place, or maybe it's the fact
that I was really stressed out about the attitude I got at home.
	Well, I got off the danm bus and walked up the block noticing the little
kids playing in the street. The best part about going home that day was the
fact that no one was there. They were due home in 3 hours as I was anxious
on exercising my palm.
	"What's up John?" I said to the fourteen year old boy that lived in the
house behind ours. John had an awesome looking older cousin named Justin.
That brotha was fine, light to almost white skinned, with cute little
freckles, beautiful coarse dread locks that reached down his neck, and slim.
  Well, they both looked alike only he was older and a bit taller. They were
weed addicts, of course, and seemed to no want school to be part of their
lives. Oh, well I always thought to myself.
	"Hey! What's going on man?" He replied as he got up approaching me with a
pound. I quickly glanced around to see if Justin wasn't around.
	"Nothin' kid..." I stopped and observed that he was looking at me in a
different way. I moved back to resumed my steps to the house, and asked
"What?"
	"I wanna hit that skin" he said bluntly. To my surprise, he had a serious
face.
	"WHAT?" I asked totally shocked.
	"You heard me, I want some of you"
	"Yeah, whateva man." and walked away.
	"I'm serious dawg!" he shouted and received the middle finger as a
response. Poor kid, thinks he could fool me, I thought as I walked up the
steps to unlock the front door. I made it in quickly as I ran up the stairs
to my room. Alone, at last. I dropped my bag on the floor, grabbed the
remote to the stereo, and heard the bell rang. Damn! who da fuck is this, I
said to myself as I walked down the steps. I opened the door to find John
standing there anxiously. I gasped for air at that moment, due to the fact
that I wasn't expecting him.
	"Yo, could I rock your whats his name CD?" He seduced me with his eyes.
	"Uh, I don't have a whats his name CD"
	"You know, my man, Puff's" I hesitated for a while and said
	"Sure man, c'mon in." We rushed to my room where he appeared to be
surprised to see my CD case. I had to have at least fifty something CD's.
Anyway, he sat on the bed and started to read the titles. I stood in front
of the mirror, observing my face and hair, and played around with my thick
bushy eyebrows.
	For some reason, I looked down at John threw the mirror and quickly noticed
something unusual in his pants. He had on a wife beater tucked inside his
boxers and baggy shorts. He grabbed the lump in his shorts as my eyes widen
and quickly made an 180-degree turn. He took a CD out of the rack and put in
the system while I walked towards him and sat next to him. I knew what I saw
appeared as a boner, but couldn't believe it.
	"Which one you looking for again?" I asked as I looked down at his shorts
to make sure it was what it was.
	"Yo man, you got some great shit here" he said while he cranked up the
volume.
	"I know, lemme check... something...out" As I pretended to reach out for
something on the night table. He sat in between  the night table and I, as I
leaned on him to get to the table. I tried to rub my arm on the lump, oh
boy! was he hard. He had a full-erected penis under the shorts.
	I actually leaned on his manhood, while he leaned over on the bed, now
fully revealing it. I sat back quickly after realizing that this kid really
wanted me and I pointed down at his shorts trembling.
	"What... What is that?" I asked and poked the object. He quickly stood,
grabbed his crotch, and smiled as he moved to escape. I got up and ran to
the door as I began to develop a hard-on myself. He kept on smiling.
	"Yo, come here and lemme see" I said leaning on the door.
	"What? What you want?" he sat down on the bed and grabbed it. I moved
towards him and reached out touch. Actually, I grabbed it as it jerked in my
hands after each squeeze.
	"What are you gonna do with it?" I asked softly, as if I was hypnotized by
it and played around with it.
	"What ever you want, dawg."
	"OK then, let me see it."
	"Unless you gimme a piece of that ass." I agreed and started to unzip his
pants. It felt strange doing that with him, but then again it had been a
while. I lured out the 7-inch chunk of meat with a pulsating red mushroom
head. Of course, I was surprised; fourteen and sporting that already.
	I stroked it smoothly and felt his nervous hand caressed my back. I stopped
and looked at him for a while.
	"We gonna do this or what?" he asked as he got up from the bed. I said
nothing, as my aching dick was literary tearing my pants out. He moved
around me and held me from the back as he gently kissed my neck. Wow! That
was it, he made me want him so bad that I felt like crying. He softly
squeezed my tits, as they became very hard under the shirt.
         I felt his hand go down to my pants as he unbuttoned it. I leaned
my head back on him as the pants dropped to the floor. I breathed heavily as
I felt his right hand caressing my legs and butt, the left hand stroking my
hard 7-inch dick, and his warm dick rubbing against my butt. I tilted my
head to the left and engaged in a passionate kiss while he moved forward
moving me slowly towards the bed. I laid slowly at the edge on my stomach
while he followed.
          He then massaged my butt cheeks, as I lubricated his penis with my
saliva. And floop! I took it with no pain. He went on slowly as if he knew
what he was doing. He held on my butt cheeks penetrating me smoothly,
causing me to close my eyes in deep pleasure. It felt good; this kid knew
what to do. I moaned and he did too.
          After screwing me with great care, he took it out and laid on his
back as he commanded me to ride him. I got into position and rode him just
the way he wanted. He let the way and I followed. I couldn't look at his
pretty light face, due to the moans he let out. He was enjoying this too
much. Up and down, I went and heard the moans every time I went down. He
stroked my hard as brick cock while licking on his lips.
          He made me wonder about how it would feel like unloading my sweet
juice over his lips. He held on my hips as he accelerated the motion, while
I held firmly on his chest that flexed as soon as I landed on them. He then
stopped the screwing of my hole, as he wanted to change to another position.
          Now, I had to be on my back forming a 45-degree angle on the
mattress. Ou la la! He was good. I rubbed on my tits and wiggled like a
fish, as I made sure that I got everything this kid could have offered. His
moans got louder in addition to his speed. I felt a tear run down my face,
as I became part of a great world of ecstasy. He unloaded his balls in me
while his entire body shivered followed briskly by a deep sigh.
          "Shit! That was good." He said with a soft voice as he leaned
forward to kiss me.
          "Oh yeah!" I replied in the same tone. He got dressed as I did the
same without looking at the professional kid that just worked my ass pretty
well. "Where did you learn that?" I continued.
          "My cousin." He replied as he moved towards the rack.
          "Oh! Really?" I asked with excitement. "Is he, by chance, you
know...like that?"
          "You would have to find out yourself, man" he said laughing as he
showed me a cd that he borrowed. He kissed me on the cheek and exited the
room. I followed him to lead him out of the house. At the door, he looked
back at me and said
          "Thanks dawg! You know, for the sex... and on the real, you come
find out later, aiight!!" with a big smile.
          "Yea, sure. Peace man"

Next time on SMLB,
I know, I know, I know that Part 2 was not as erotic as part one, well
because I wanted to elaborate on the 'Quamaine' character. I wanted to let
you, the reader, connect with him in anyway. On the other hand, maybe not,
but understand the type of person he is and his point of view. Do stay tuned
for the next installment when Quamaine actually meets with Mr. Farley at the
party and, of course, Justin the neighbor. He will also have vivid memories
of the good times at Sister Mona Lou's place. You definitely don't want to
miss that!
	Thank you for reading and pass it on to a friend.
_______________________
This is a sneak peak of part 3

	The note had the letter J embossed on it as I quickly opened it and began
to read. The handwriting wasn't too legible, but I made it out. It read:
       Dear Q,
          Today is Saturday and I want to meet you at 6. We have
          to talk about a thing, please come by and we get down.
       Justin
Are you serious, I thought to myself as my eyes widen and begun to smile as
well as John...   Stay tuned for it.


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