The Least Of Your Worries

It is my hope that one day, Debbie and I will have a child and our child, be it male or female will be musically gifted....After all, look who it's daddy is!! Me, Reed Nelson, Trumpet Player...Did I mention that I also play the Piano quite well too?

Debbie and I sat in the high school auditorium with Vera Johnson and watched as her daughter's High school Jazz band performed... These kids were all good...I was quite impressed with the job that "88" , my former sideman, now their teacher and mentor had done with them....

They didn't just play jazz...they played the tunes of the day that they loved also...Veronica and the guy playing the saxophone were practically dueling each other with improvisation...I was impressed....I looked at 88, who was beaming with pride as his kids went through each tune... The parents were cheering and clapping....You would have thought they were in Josies listening to Me or Downtown Rob Brown or Symphony Sam...

After the concert, Veronica  and her mother came over to where Debbie and I were standing...

"Ronnie you were great...Vee, I know you're so proud of her." said my wife Debbie.

Vera laughed and beamed with pride...

She was looking absolutely stunning in her black dress that seemed to show a little too much cleavage for my wandering eyes...

"Yes, I'm very proud of my baby...I'm gonna miss her so much when she leaves in June." she said.

"Awww mama, I told you that I'd write and I'll call you every day." said Ronnie.

88 looked at me and I smiled...Ronnie might believe , might truly believe she'd do all of this, but once her studies began, not to mention the attentions of some slick guy...She'd forget all about her mama back here in Philly...At least for awhile....And there would be a slick guy...I was surprised that there wasn't one now trying to say something smooth in her ears and tempt her to slip those panties down...She was a very attractive young lady.

While I allowed my mind to ponder on the beauty of both mother and daughter, a loud pop sound was heard!! Followed by a succession of pops...the sound of car tires screaching and people screaming outside...

II-

Once outside the school, I saw a  Black BMW...I recognized it...It belonged to George Bailey.....The windshield had many holes in it...There was a young man lying in the street in a pool of blood...It wasn't George!!

No George was behind the car peering around to make sure  no one else was around to fire at him....

The police had arrived and a crowd of people were gathered around...A pretty Latina detective and her Black Partner finally coaxed George up and was talking to him....

"George...George ...George....Why is it...everytime I see you, you're in trouble?" she said to him.

"I aint in no trouble Detective Rodriguez.....I aint do nothin."he said.

"Of course not....Who is that in the street?" she asked.

"That's my bodyguard, Carlo Hunter." he said.

"That was your bodyguard...He's dead now! Guess he earned his keep though, You're still alive.  I suppose you have no idea who did this right?"  said her partner who she called Rico.

"No...I don't." he said.

"Come on George...You know and I know that the shooter was from Tray's crew...They want a couple of your corners." she said.

''Well if you know so much, how come you foolin with me and am not out gettin em?" he asked.

"Just wanted to know for sure." she laughed.

"You still don't know." he said.

She smiled...She was gorgeous....

"Yes I do...you just told me." she said.  "Good Night George...Stay safe.Let's go Rico" she said and she and her partner got in her car and prepared to pull off...

"If you wasn't so fine...I'd hate you." he muttered.

Detective Rodriguez smiled sweetly.

Vee covered Ronnie's eyes and took her in the opposite direction,Debbie stood and waited on the steps for me as I headed towards George Bailey...

"You missed your daughter's big concert George...She was very good." I said.

"Yeah? Where is she?" he asked.

"On her way home with her mom." I said.

"Wasn't no other dude with Vee was it?" he asked.

"That's the least of your worries." I said.

"I aint worried about nothin....The guys that tried to get me? They will be dealt with." he said.

"Maybe...or Maybe they'll deal with you....Thing is..you don't know how that'll go...Still don't understand what I said about patterns do ya?  There have been many who have worn the crown in this neighborhood.. All of em are in jail or the cemetary." I said.

"Maybe, but they got to wear that crown...I am the king now and I intend to be around for a long time." he said.

"So did they......So this is the legacy you're going to leave your daughter??" I said.

"Reed...Sunday was a few days ago...I don't go to church and I don't need no sermon from you." snarled George...

"Good Night George." I said and walked over to Debbie..

III-

Later that night , I made fierce love to Debbie...

"Oh My God Reeeeeed..." she cooed as I began thrusting into her mightily......

The bed rocked from side to side as we made love like it was going out of style...

"Ouuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu..." she moaned and cried out loud....I could see her facial expressions rapidly change, feel her body tremble as she experienced  small orgasms....

She sat upright and lowered herself on top of me....

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..." I moaned as she began to move up and down furiously until I came......

"Wow Reed, you really put it to me tonight....what is on your mind?" asked Debbie...

"Sex" I said...

"More than that" she said...

"Yeah...I was thinking about Vee and Veronica....How George stalks and terrorizes them and they'll never be free as long as he's around." I said.

"Veronica is going away to college soon." said Debbie.

"Yeah, at least she'll be free." I mused.

"Poor Vee....every guy she's dated or attempted to date has been run off by George and his goons..." said Debbie.

"Yeah, somethin ought to be done about that." I mused.

"Reed what you got in mind?" asked Debbie...

"Who me? Nothin." I said innocently.

(Conclusion Next!)