Hours after their highly emotional rendezvous, Nessa awoke and showered, as Tim secretly admired her naked silhouette cascading through the transparent shower curtain. “So are you sure you’re ready for this?” he asked, sitting on top of the toilet seat fully dressed. From a logical place, he knew that she’d be making the appropriate decision, yet he wished he could spend more time with her again. His body was still lit from thee encounter and he wanted more but didn’t want to seem greedy. It had been a joy to touch her and be inside of her after spending so long going without her loving. For nearly twenty years, holding her and making feverous love to her was something he had only dreamt of up until that day. “I’m beyond ready, Tim. It
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What was it about?”
Nessa sighed. “Me turning myself in.”
Olivia was taken back by her mother’s revelation. “Why now?” she asked, scratching her head.
She gave it to her real. “Honey, for one thing I have no choice now that I’m homeless.”
“Homeless?...” she asked her mother, unsure of if she had heard her correctly. “Did you say you’re homeless? What happened? Were you evicted?”
“To be honest Olivia, I have some terrible news. Jessie was killed last night.”
“Mama no!” she shouted into the phone, feeling her stomach tighten. Her mood plummeted from the tip of Mount Everest to the ground in seconds. “Oh nooo,” she repeated. Now, her eye-sight was turning blurry. This was one time she had wished her mother was lying. But she knew her mother well enough to know that she wouldn’t joke around with somebody’s life. She sat down in a leather chair inside of the waiting area at the establishment where she had just been interviewed and hired.
“Yes.” Nessa corrected her. “I was the one who found him dead in his truck and another guy too.”
“Does Sahara know about it? What about his parents?”
“Honey Jessie was adopted. The people who adopted him is dead now. Plus he never knew his birth parents. Yes Sahara know about …show more content…
What’s your take on this crime that’s happened in your community?” Wearing a dingy white tank top and with several teeth rotted and missing, the man replied, “Well ma’am. Last night I heard a bunch of gunshots. Pow, pow, pow, pow, pow, pow, pow, pow, pow! It had to be a machine gun. It’s a shame we live in a neighborhood where anything go. Won’t nobody talk when it’s a price you pay for being a snitch. From what it look like to me, we all gone die.”
The reporter tightened her lips sympathetically. “Thanks so much sir,” she said to him. “And you ma’am?” she asked a young woman with multiple facial piercings who was related to the man that had previously commented. “What’s your take on what has transpired here in the community
What was it about?”
Nessa sighed. “Me turning myself in.”
Olivia was taken back by her mother’s revelation. “Why now?” she asked, scratching her head.
She gave it to her real. “Honey, for one thing I have no choice now that I’m homeless.”
“Homeless?...” she asked her mother, unsure of if she had heard her correctly. “Did you say you’re homeless? What happened? Were you evicted?”
“To be honest Olivia, I have some terrible news. Jessie was killed last night.”
“Mama no!” she shouted into the phone, feeling her stomach tighten. Her mood plummeted from the tip of Mount Everest to the ground in seconds. “Oh nooo,” she repeated. Now, her eye-sight was turning blurry. This was one time she had wished her mother was lying. But she knew her mother well enough to know that she wouldn’t joke around with somebody’s life. She sat down in a leather chair inside of the waiting area at the establishment where she had just been interviewed and hired.
“Yes.” Nessa corrected her. “I was the one who found him dead in his truck and another guy too.”
“Does Sahara know about it? What about his parents?”
“Honey Jessie was adopted. The people who adopted him is dead now. Plus he never knew his birth parents. Yes Sahara know about …show more content…
What’s your take on this crime that’s happened in your community?” Wearing a dingy white tank top and with several teeth rotted and missing, the man replied, “Well ma’am. Last night I heard a bunch of gunshots. Pow, pow, pow, pow, pow, pow, pow, pow, pow! It had to be a machine gun. It’s a shame we live in a neighborhood where anything go. Won’t nobody talk when it’s a price you pay for being a snitch. From what it look like to me, we all gone die.”
The reporter tightened her lips sympathetically. “Thanks so much sir,” she said to him. “And you ma’am?” she asked a young woman with multiple facial piercings who was related to the man that had previously commented. “What’s your take on what has transpired here in the community