chapter one

The phone is ringing. I roll over and try to ignore it. "Who the hell is calling me at this early in the freakin morning?". Its still ringing. Why didn't I turn off the damn ringer? Oh wait... I know why. I sit up and reach for the phone. "What up? Who is this?". A voice answered, that was way too familiar. "Hi baby!". Her voice had sensuousness to it that normally would make a man start pulling out credit cards. But I'd been hearing too much of it lately. She had just gotten too comfortable with the situation. "Oh, hey Tay. What's up?". She sounded drunk, "Ray Ray, come see me baby!". I looked over at the clock on the nightstand. It read 4:37am. I wasn't trying to hear that even if I was still into her. And I wasn't. Plus I had stuff to do today. I needed my sleep. "Can't do it Tay. I got some shit to do. It's 4:30 in the morning!". She wasn't accustomed to being told no. "But I need you now Ray Ray! Come see me baby! I need you to relax me!", her voice hitting that sultry range that sent a tingle to my lower spine. But no, I had things to do. "Not tonight Tay. Holla at me this weekend.". "This weekend?", her voice quickly losing its sex appeal, " What makes you think I'm available for YOU this weekend? If you wont come now then fuck it, I'll see you when I see you!". The phone slammed down in my ear. Oh well. I kinda regret letting her go. On the real, the sex was...well damn, it was good!

Now I was wide awake. Not much chance of going back to sleep. I walk over to the slider and step out on the balcony. I always loved this view. It costs more than it was worth, but the location and the view made up for it. Downtown Detroit is a hot spot right now. Clubs, restruants, coffee houses, plenty of places to meet professional, single, young women. Yeah... well worth the investment.

I hit the Solaflex for about an hour. I'm not a fanatic but I like to keep in shape. Jump in the shower, letting the hot water run over me, working out the kinks and knots of stress. Let's see whats on the news. Same old same old. Murder, drugs, corrupt officials. Man it looks like they finally got Kwame by the balls. I knew they wasnt gonna let that young, cool, nigga stay the mayor for long. Somebody shoulda told Kwame that pimping aint easy. I check the clock in the kitchen. It's quarter to 8. I gotta hit the road. I'll grab something to eat from Mickey D's. Grab my keys and hit the door. Time to make the doughnuts.

stay tuned...