SHOPPING WITH BOO
After the morning I had just experienced, I wanted nothing more than to crawl into my bed and sleep the rest of the day away. But that wasn't going to be possible. I had to make moves. There is no rest for the wicked.
I got home around nine in the morning and was still shaking from the events of earlier. With the extra nine hundred dollars burning a hole in my pocket I decided that I should buy something nice for Boo. But, as usual, I would probably end up buying a lot of nice things for Boo.
Believe it or not, this was my first chance to sort out my q-p from Smoked Out. I had smoked approximately a quarter of an ounce and gave No an ounce and a half. I also had to find time today to bring Soft his ounce and a half. That would leave three-quarters of an ounce for a head sack. I thought that would be sufficient for the day.
I checked my money supply in the safe and was happy to find that I had serious loot saved. I couldn't deposit it in the bank, so a safe was my best option. I had been saving for a long time and had stubbornly accumulated well into the six figures. But, the amount always changed, because I was always using it to make a larger purchase. My plan was to use money to make more money. It usually worked.
I called Smoked's house and he answered after the first ring. He sounded irritated. He said he had been trying to call me at my house last night for an hour after I had left. He called to tell me that Tough Guy swore he was going to get revenge. Smoked told me that Tough sounded serious, and I should watch my back. That was good looks on Smoked's part. I thanked him for the information and told Smoked that I would be by tonight to pick up a large order. When I told Smoked that I needed two pounds, he gasped and told me that was going to cost me about seven thousand dollars. I agreed to the price and said I would bring the money by later tonight. Smoked, being the nice guy that he was proving himself to be, told me to watch my back, again.
After I took three thousand dollars in cash out of my safe, I decided I should probably get in the shower so that I might actually be on time for Boo. She is a real sweetheart, but, when I'm not punctual, her ladylike demeanor turns to a dragon's wrath. Before my shower I needed to call Soft and let him know why I wasn't there, yet. I explained the situation as best as I could, and promised I would be there tonight. He made me promise, and sounded upset that I didn't show up already. I apologized again and said I would be there later.
After my shower I got dressed in my bedroom. Let me describe my home, while I have a free moment. I live in the middle of the city. It is a huge piece of property, because I wanted a huge house that all fit on one level. I pay three thousand a month in mortgage, but that is easy. The difficult part is keeping each room filled with furniture of accessories.
I have a long cobble stone driveway that leads up my quarter mile driveway. There is a rotary type outcropping of grass, that I use to grow one hundred white roses in the spring, at the end of the driveway that rests in front of the door. The door is oak, and has one of those circular brass handles that make the dungeon type knocking sound. I like that. There is a two-car garage that I never park in, that is to the left of the front door. The home itself is basically a large square with a shingled roof. When you enter the house, it is possible, by design, to walk all the way into the house by walking straight down the hall.
If you walk into my home from the front hallway, there are doors on the right and left. The first door on the left is my living room. That room has a huge white rug that goes wall to wall. There is a black leather couch and a glass table with gold bars for a trim. There is an atrium door behind the couch, and a large, overcrowded bookshelf stuck in the corner.
You know what? I don't think I really want to tell you about my house, right now. After what just happened, and the rest of the story I need to write, I don't think my home is of the slightest importance.
The incident with the Double B's is something that I will probably never have an explanation for. No and myself have never ever spoken of it, and I hope it stays that way. I do wonder, sometimes, who was the man in the mask? Why were the Double B's locked in the basement with him? Why was the whole scene happening? But, I answered all my questions with one thought. That thought is: it is very easy to get in over your head in this lifestyle. I think it is safe to say that the Double B's, or the living Double B, learned that lesson. This is the last time I will ever speak of the events this morning.
I had to meet Boo at her house so we could go shopping. On the way to her house I called Soft again, and then I called No. I needed to tell them to watch their backs after what Smoked had told me. Soft said he would be 'just fine", and No just grunted and told me to " piss off".
After the things I have seen, and the warning from Smoked, I decided that I might need to think about getting some protection for myself. For a matter such as this, I needed to seek out a certain "down low" individual. I myself am a down low individual. A d-l individual isn't above the law. Nobody is. Above the law would mean that the law is well aware of a person's identity and doings, but are powerless, however temporarily, to stop those doings. The down low individual's I needed to see were unknown to the law. They were more or less, to the side of the law. The law doesn't know these individuals, and hopefully, it would stay that way. This certain d-l individual was named Stutter Step. I would tell you all about him, but I think that I will let our meeting tell all that needs to be told. In other words, you will have to wait to hear about Stutter.
Right before Boo got into the car to go shopping, I made sure to turn my phone off. I would hate to get a call from Shorty while Boo was with me. I used to get drug calls while Boo was with me and those situations were always awkward.
The whole ride to the mall, Boo talked about work, her parents, some party we need to go to on Sunday, what her friends said, and all types of ridiculous stuff that was of no interest to me. I had pretty much no interest in anything she had to say, but I had learned when to nod, say "yes", "no" or "really". Three years had taught me to engage in conversation with Boo that would require that I not say anything. Sometimes I thought she could do with out a boyfriend, and just date a tape recording of some guy constantly repeating, "uh-huh" and "yes honey".
Although she never knew, I only took her shopping after I had spent the nights at Shorty's. Even though I never considered it cheating, I always bought something nice for Boo the next day. I guess I may have felt some guilt.
We only went to four stores, but I dropped almost a grand on Boo. No, that's not true. I bought some gum and a bottle of water for myself, so it wasn't all for Boo. She bought me a black leather jacket, but I only acted like I wanted it. I had no use for a leather jacket, I could have used an organizer. I think she bought the gift with my money, but I guess it is the thought that counts. This shopping ritual was expensive, but a shopping girl is a happy girl. I liked to keep Boo happy. When I keep Boo happy, she leaves me alone. Let me be honest here, Boo and I don't see eye to eye on many things. She thinks we do, but I just agree to avoid a fight. This whole relationship is based on me agreeing with her, and her talking all the time. I had become a street type of guy and Boo was a GAP kind of girl. She wore the newest type of fashion and never went out without make-up. I dated Boo for almost five months before I actually got anywhere. I went on the hope that it would be worth it. It was.
Let me tell you this. She was excellent in bed. The first time it happened, she had candles lit all around the room, and she was naked on the bed. Her body was incredible. She winked at me, smiled in a very seductive way that I wouldn't have expected, and purred like a kitten. I remember, as I looked down at her naked body, that she really was a blond. All over!
I know this is a bad thing to admit, but I am going to admit everything now, why should I hold this back? Boo and I only have one thing in common. We are both completely insatiable creatures. Even though she is the kind of girl that looks like she doesn't like to get down, she is. We have never had sex less than three times a night when we get the chance. Sometimes, she wants me to beat it up all night. I feel that I am the man for the job.
On this night however, I dropped her off after we shopped, gave her a kiss, and told her that I would call her later. Normally I would have liked to spend more "quality" time with her, but I had things to do, and Boo had clothes to show off to her friends.
It was four p.m., and my day had just begun.
Poser's Dictionary
BID- time spent in jail
ROLLING HIS FACE OFF- the effects of ecstasy
STRAIGHT- happy, content
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