The Good Date

The last day of Sex Rehab was finnally here and no one felt better about it being over than I did. The past few sessions I hadn't even participated...I had just listened quietly and nodded my head.

Dr. Tracy Luckette, the Therapist and moderator of the sessions still looked as luscious as ever..but outside of daydreams about her...I hadn't so much as asked her for the time of day since my first attempt had failed on the very first day of the sessions.

As I was leaving the session room, Dr. Luckette called to me. She called me over to the side in a way that wayyy too seductive sounding to me...or was it my imagination?? Was my imagination ,mixed with my great lust for her making me hear things?

"Mr. Foxworth....Now that the sessions are over..I'd like to know what you thought of them?" she asked.

"Honest answer?" I said.

"Yes...that's the only answer that is ever valid." she said.

"I thought this whole thing was a crock...a racket designed to take people's money. Just becausee I happen to have a healthy libido and enjoy myself from time to time does not make me a freak or mean that there is something wrong with me." I said. Since the session was over and I didn't expect to ever see Dr. Luckette again...I was frank, rather than telling her what I thought she might want to hear..like the others.

"Mr. Foxworth...you've missed the entire point of these sessions....Which was to create a healthy sexuality and drive that knows it's own place and doesn't hinder you from other areas of your life." she said.

"That's the point...I'm not hindered....When it comes to my job and what I do...I'm strictly business and always prepared...I win 89% of my cases." I said.

"Wouldn't you like to win 100 %?" she asked.

"I don't know one attorney who wins all of their cases." I said.

"I'd really like to discuss this with you further.....Perhaps now we could have that Ice cream and a cup of coffee you talked about." she said kind of slyly.


"Nah....Like you said...that would be un-professional...you being my therapist and all." I said with an equally slick grin and walked out of the building, got in my car and drove off!

Later that afternoon, I was at Josie's....Listening to some cool jazz sounds....

"Hey Gus...Who is that?" I asked.

"Pretty little thing isn't she? She's a Guitarist from Jersey City, Name is Brooke Taylor.....This is her first night here, Her and her trio..." said Gus.

"I'm impressed...Where's Reed and "88"?" I asked.

"They're in San-Francisco.......They should be back next week...Brooke is a friend of his....He got her this gig here until he comes back." said Gus.

"Hmmmm, you think she might be in need of some legal representation?" I laughed.

"You somethin...Didn't you just get outta sex rehab???Besides..this gal just got outta the joint."
said Gus.

"The joint?" I said.

"She got drunk one night and struck and killed a woman in her car...She did 4 years of a 8 year sentence for vehicular manslaughter....She's on parole...Reed Nelson helped her get back on her feet...She's doin good." said Gus as we both listened to her play.

"I thought I'd find you here." came the familiar voice of Dr. Tracy Luckette.

"Well, Hello Dr. Luckette....What are you doing, slummin?.....Never expected to find someone such as yourself in this neck of the woods." I smirked.

"Shut up and buy me a drink." she laughed...Now this was strange and a big departure from the straight laced super serious, no nonsense Therapist I had sat in my sessions with. I ordered a Long Island Iced Tea for her and another Corona for myself.

She gulped that drink down in record time....Then ordered another one...and polished that off too. She then ordered a rum and coke and polished that off too. Gus looked at me and raised an eyebrow...I shrugged...I hardly knew this woman socially.

I finished my one beer and began munching on some Fried Chicken.....Dr. Luckette was now on her fourth drink....Another rum and coke!!! Gus looked astounded!!!! So did I for that matter.
The surprising thing was..With all this drinking..She wasn't drunk!!!

Finnally to my and Gus's releif..she ordered one last Long Island Iced tea and called it a night. I was stunned...She wasn't even staggering or wobbling.

"You sure you don't want to take me for some coffee and ice cream?" she asked, now not hiding the seductiveness in her voice and now squeezing and fondling my crotch area. I was astounded.
I never expected this.

"Dr. Luckette..uh...er..uh..ahhhh....not in here..." I said. Was this me talking? She squeezed again
and then looked at me and smiled...

"Ohhhh myyyy Mr. Foxworth...you've got a weapon of mass destruction in your pants." she said
with a giggle.

"Dr. Luckette, you've been drinking...Maybe you ought not to drive...I'll drive you home and come and get you tomorrow morning and take you to your car." I said.

"I may be drinking...but I know what I feel in your pants....Good gracious Mr. Foxworth..I do that to you? I turn you on like that?" she exclaimed...still giggling.

"Uh Gus.....CHECK PLEASE!!!" I said.

Gus looked at me, then looked at her ....then smiled....Just then ,Skillet Jackson, my old neighbor from my first apartment walked in...Took one look at the situation and looked at Gus and shook his head.

"Attorney.....go easy on the springs....wouldn't want you goin through nobody else's ceiling." he said and nudged me...Luckily for me ,Dr. Luckette didn't hear him. I ignored him and walked Dr.
Luckette to my car and helped her into the seat.

As we pulled off...She smiled and to my horror pulled a marijuana joint out of her pocketbook and lit it up!

"Mind if I smoke?" she laughed as she puffed....

"Helll no...put that thing out..." I said as we turned the corner of her block and I parked the car.

"Ohhhhh, okay...." she giggled.

"Coming in?" she asked....

"Well uh, er ...ahhhh..." I mumbled.... Before I could stop her, she undid my zipper and bent down and consumed my now raging erection in her mouth...I was in utter shock...I was glad it was late night...Anybody could have walked by and witnessed this...

"Ohhhhhhh, ohhhhh Mr. Foxworth...you are huge.....I...you....you don't know how long I dreamed about doing this.....how long I had to control myself in those sessions..ooouuuuuu, oh my gawd...ummmmmmmmph, this is so good...ohhhhhhhh.." she moaned as she continued....

I pinched myself...This was better than any daydream I'd had in that classroom...We eventually wound up in her living room on the couch....Kissing each other as if it was going out of style and her running her hands up and down my penis...

"Take your clothes off...I want you inside me now....NOW!!!" she said...

I quickly obeyed.....She took her skirt and pantyhose off and tossed her heels over into a corner.
Her blouse and bra followed and I lifted her up and carried her to the bedroom, with her hungrily kissing me over and over.....

I wasted no time entering her and "going to town"..the words , the disgraced corporate President in our session said he used with his mistress...We did it doggy style, then a 69....and finnally back to the missionary position...The headboard of her bed split in half and all four legs broke off and we continued to thrust at each other wildly.. We both exploded in a burst of passion that left us both totally exhausted.... I couldn't believe it.. I drifted off to sleep....

I didn't sleep long...I awoke to her trying to stuff, my surprisingly still hard penis in her mouth..

"I need more Robert, more..." she bellowed... I tried not to let her down. This would go on at least seven more times throughtout the night until we both finnally collapsed.

I woke up the next morning, nude and on a bed with four broken legs and a split headboard....
I slipped on my boxers and my socks and my undershirt....I sifted through my clothes and found my pants and my shirt.....

Tracy Luckette had gotten up some time in the night and gotten partially dressed...She had her bra on and her blouse and had even put her pantyhose back on...but that was it...She lie face down by the window of the bedroom, snoring like an old man....her beautiful long hair all over the place..

I heard a sparrow singing outside the window.....Wait until I tell Gus this, I thought....What I couldn't know was that ..this was probably the best part of my time with Tracy Luckette....The
'Fun" hadn't even started yet.

(To Be Continued.....)

Wet Dreamz

The water from the shower splashed on her flawless brown skin...Her skin was the color of
maple syrup.... I pulled out her hairpins and watched as her long jet black hair flowed to the nape of her back....I turned her towards me....her breasts, as huge as honey dew mellons were so perky....I playfully rubbed them with the shower gel and smiled a sly smile as the soap and lather began to cover them and run down her perfectly flat stomach and down those baby making hips of hers......I had waited for this moment for so long.....

She reached up and kissed me with those full lips of hers for a long time...She began to feel my ever hardening erection..she gasped at my girth...

"Oh Mr. Foxworth..." she exclaimed... "You're huge...."

I smiled and I began to moan....

"Ohhh Dr. Luckette....Ohhhhhhhhhhhh..."

"Call me Tracy....Call me Tracy, daddy..." she moaned....

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh....." I moaned......

"Ohhhhhhhh Mr. Foxworth...ouuuuuuuuuuuu....." she moaned.....

"Mister FOXWORTH!!!!! Earth to Mister Foxworth." said Dr. Luckette... I snapped to attention
immediately...I had been daydreaming about her again...I couldn't believe it.

"Do you have anything to add to today's discussion?" She asked.

"Uhhhh No, I do not.." I said.

"Are you alright?" she asked.

"Yes...something was on my mind...uh..one of my cases." I said.

"Sure it was a legal breif Mr. Foxworth?" she asked

The classroom laughed.....I blushed...imagine that?

I had been in these rehab classes for three months now... I usually added something from my past to the discussions...I read the text books and the pamphlets and I didn't try to flirt with Dr.Luckette anymore. I still couldn't get her out of my mind though....but I usually didn't daydream about her...Not like I was doing now....I only had a few more sessions to go.

I couldn't see what good they were doing...I was still seeing Bonita from time to time and Vonetta as well... I even had a late night tryst with Paris and Blake's horny ex landlady who I'd once represented only a few weeks ago...but they were far and few between. I was concentrating on my work more and not running after the women the way I'd once done.

I seemed pre-occupied now of days... I wanted Tracy Luckette in the worst way..I hadn't figured out how to get her, but I was sure there was a way...I just had to find it.

(To Be Continued....)

Coffee,Ice Cream, Me?

"My name is Robert Louis Foxworth, I'm an attorney at law. I am a damn good attorney if I don't say so myself...I also am a sexual addict." I said on my first day in Sex Rehab...I had never held much creedence in this type of thing and had often laughed and scoffed at people who went in for this type of thing. My Ex-Wife, Sissy Van Buren...Now a Homicide detective in the Philadelphia Police Department suggested I get some help.

She had been a beautiful and wonderful wife....but I had fallen deeply in lust with a woman named Cindy Waters and our affair had been discovered. It ruined my marriage to the best and finest human being I had ever known. I married again...A hot young Chica named Corrine. We had a nice home and even talked about having kids... Once again...I was caught in the sack with Cindy Waters...a hot young collegue of mine at the time.

You might say that Cindy Waters was my problem....but I didn't marry her. For the next two years we both tried to one up each other....Doing some of the most hateful and spiteful things to each other. It cost us both jobs in that corporate law world we ran in. I have my own private practice today and I'm doing pretty well and Cindy isn't even in Philadelphia anymore from what I hear.

Both of my wives forgave me and continued to sleep with me for awhile....It was nothing for me to sleep with my ex wife, Sissy at lunch, Sleep with my other ex-wife, Corrine , near closing time,
Sleep with one of my clients, Alice Pinkston the next day and then a Real Estate agent I once worked with named Bonita Turner the day after that and then a funeral director named Vonetta
Anderson another day who helped me over my greif with Marjorie, a woman I met and bedded who died in the bed with me after giving me the best sex I'd ever had....It just seemed as though I could never get enough and never ran out of women willing to give me what I craved....

I told all of this to the focus group at the sex rehab I was in....There was a disgraced golfer , whose wife had smashed the windows of his SUV, when she caught him in their home with 16 women in their bedroom. There was the President of a huge corporation, USA interests Inc. that was caught with his young secretary, giving him a blow job in his office while he dined on pizza and smoked cigars....and then there was the Married Football player who was at the clinic with his injured leg in a whirlpool, while his therapist, a comely and buxom blonde was in the whirlpool with him giving him the ride of his life... He bought his wife a brand new Jaguar...She demanded instead that he join this sex rehab forum.

All of us had a story and all of us were spilling our guts out while a moderator, a pretty brown skinned woman who wore her hair in a bun and wore thick coke bottle glasses sat in the middle and guided the discussion. Her name was Tracy, Dr. Tracy Luckette. She was wearing a short skirt and she had shapely legs like I liked and nice full hips....She had a great shape and there was no denying she had a great body up under that business suit and that lab jacket that she wore. I tried to avert my eyes , but I know she caught me checking her out a few times.

Look at me..Here I was in Sex Rehab and here I was checking out the therapist...I was pathetic. If I ever wanted to be whole again...Have a real relationship...Like Kevin and Sepia...Chess and Rell, Sean and Sheila, my fellow attorney, Conrad and his wife, Jill....Former playboy jock, Cock Robbins and his lovely wife...I had to get over my addiction....but I couldn't get over my attraction to Dr. Luckette.

It was funny, but I kept getting the feeling that she was checking me out too...I think I caught her staring at the erection I was trying to hide...while we talked..I wonder if the other guys were checking her out and thinking what I was thinking? Sure they were..They were like me..sex addicts.

The Session for that day ended and I was heading for the lobby when I saw Dr. Luckette. I decided to strike up a conversation.

"Dr. Luckette? or can I call you Tracy?" I said trying to slyly break the ice.

"You can refer to me as Dr. Luckette." she said in a no nonsense way.

"Uh, I just wanted to say I really enjoyed the two sessions you've had and I'm really starting to learn some things about myself. I have a copy of your book "Self Actualization and the Sexual
being." and I would like to discuss some chapters with you over some coffee and perhaps a scoop of ice cream. I know a really nice coffee shop a few blocks from here." I said.

"I'm sure you would and I bet you do , but you know I can't do that, don't you Mr. Foxworth." she said.

"An innocent cup of coffee and a scoop of ice cream couldn't hurt anybody ." I said.

"Come on counselor....You're trying to pick me up....This is sex rehab......I'm not stupid...You think you're the first guy to ask me out?....See, this is your problem...You see a woman and the first thing you want to do is take her to bed...You've got to focus...Stop thinking about sex.." she said with a smile. "Start thinking of women as human beings and not notches on your bedpost."

"Yeah, you're right.... In a sense...but you got me all wrong doc...I have no notches on my bed post." I said.

"Okay Mr. Foxworth... but you've got about six women keeping you busy...." she laughed. I wondered if she was just making a statement or if she was asking?

"No, not really....My ex wife Corrine is getting married and she's stopped coming around...My ex
wife, Sissy has just stopped sleeping with me period..She says it's not right..She suggested I come to these sessions....Alice is involved with some guy, so I don't see her anymore and Bonita
and Vonetta are very busy." I said.

"Oh My word.....Listen to that list of women....I've got to cool that thing of yours off." she said as
she pretended to fan my crotch area...She had a nice sense of humor...I liked this.

"Okay...Okay Doc...I get it....Nothin happening.." I said.

"Good....I hope that doesn't stop you from coming back to the next session....I really would like to help you Mr. Foxworth." she said and offered her hand for me to shake.

"Come on ,I don't shake women's hands....Can I get a hug instead?" I laughed.

"Ohhhh, you are impossible Mr. Foxworth. No you can't , Now come on..I want you to take these sessions seriously" she laughed.

"Okay...Okay.....I'm sorry." I said and shook her hand....I wasn't sure, but I thought I felt her shiver or shudder a little..It was probably my imagination.

"So I'll see you at the next session Mr. Foxworth?" she asked.

''Call me Robert." I said.

"No, It's Mr. Foxworth." she said.

"Ohhh alright..you drive a hard bargain." I said.

"I'm a professional Mr. Foxworth." she said.

"So am I...I mean..I'm a lawyer...uh an Attorney....that's, that's uh a profession." I said.

She smiled shook her head and walked away...I stood there staring at her as she walked down the hall, wanting her more than ever...It was clear that Sex rehab was going to be hard for me under these conditions. I walked down the street to the coffee shop and ordered a cup of coffee

and two scoops of Vanilla Bean Ice cream.

(To Be Continued....)

Pull His Coat

Donald "Smooth" and I sat in the Diner and drank two tumblers of coffee. Roscoe and Ralph Mole came in and joined us at the table. I ordered two more tumblers of coffee.

"Where's the big man?" I asked , meaning Fathead.....and knowing that he would not be at this meeting...Not with someone trying to kill him right now.

"He's around" said Roscoe.

"Laying Low huh?" I said.

"Gots to...Until we find out who's behind this." said Ralph Mole.

"That's why I asked you to come here...I think I know." I said.

"Yeah? ,Who?" asked Roscoe.

"Either of you know a guy named Micah? I don't have a last name...just his first name." I said.

They both looked astonished....but it was a look that told me they knew exactly who I was talking about.

"Yeah , we know him.....He used to be a big time operator....He was George "Goldie" Thomas's enforcer....One of em anyway....Once we rid ourselves of Georgie boy...He and what was left of his organization scattered. We thought he had left town." said Ralph Mole.

"Well he's back in town..and he's in cahoots with Georgie's sister....The same girl that's got Chris's nose so wide open right now." I said.

"You mean Wendy? I thought that babe looked familiar...." said Roscoe.

"So how do we find Micah?" asked Ralph Mole.

"That's the problem.. I don't know where he is...He's somewhere near by, he's keepin a real
low profile...and he's calling in big time hitters from somewhere." I said.

"Damn Chess...how do you know all of this?" asked Roscoe.

"I got him on tape talking to Wendy.....He seemed to know all of the particulars about the Goldie hit.....He knew that Sonny Templeton did the job...He knew that Chris bailed him out for Fathead, He knew everything..."I said.

"So he's back in town to avenge his boy.....He's using the girl to get to Chris, who he hated with a passion....and he's callin in muscle to hit Fathead who ran him out of town. Okay Chess...Ya did good....We'll start huntin..We'll find him...somebody on the street will know something." said Roscoe..

"Or we'll uh vigorously persuade them to know somethin...ya get my drift?" laughed Ralph Mole.

"You gotta find your boy and pull his coat ....The longer he's with that girl, the more danger he's in." said Roscoe as he and Ralph got up to leave.

"Yeah...I'll do what I can." I said.

I called Chris's cell phone....I was lucky today..He answered it.

"Yo, what up Chess?" he said.

"Where you at man?" I asked.

"I'm at my crib." he answered sleepily.

"You by yourself?" I asked.

"Yeah, as a matter of fact..I am....the babe was here last night..but she left this morning." he said
with a yawn.

"Listen..you gotta trust me...Sit tight..don't go anywhere and load your peice...Ya here me..Load it and be ready..Me and Donnie are on our way." I said.

"What's this about Chess?" said Chris.

"Just be ready." I said.

Donald Smooth and I got in my car and we hit the expressway..It would be the fastest way to get to Chris before someone else did... As we were driving , my Blackberry went off..Luckily, I had on a Blue tooth.

"Hello" I said.

"Hello Chess..This is Kevin."

"Hey Kev, what's up?" I said.

"I pulled the number of that guy who called your friend's girl and I gave it to a friend of mine in
law enforcement who owed me a favor....I found out the general area of where the calls are coming from." he said.

"Kevin, you're a life saver.....I owe you big time man." I said after he gave me the address.

I called Roscoe and Ralph Mole and gave them the information.

"Chess, I don't know how you're gettin this information...but I'm glad you're on my side baby....
Don't you worry..Ralph and me will take care of Mister Micah...Just get to Chris...I'm sure he's sent somebody after him." said Roscoe.

"We on it ." I said.

When we got to one of Chris's apartments...The first thing we noticed was a Black Escalade parked halfway down the block. There was a heavy set, dark skinned man at the wheel with a black muscle shirt on ,under a suit jacket and dark shades...He was just sitting.

"Chess....you head toward Chris's place...I got this guy covered." said Smooth.

I began walking towards Chris's Apartment complex...Just as we thought..The man in the Escalade got out and began walking behind me...He pulled out a Silver.44 Magnum pistol with a
laser site on it....Definitely not a cop.....He aimed right at the back of my head.....but not before two well placed rounds...dropped him where he stood....Courtesy of Donald "Smooth", who looked at me and winked. He dragged the dead gangster back to the Escalade and deposited him in the drivers seat.. Donald motioned for me to duck down. I ducked down behind a car, just in time to see another guy, also heavily muscled and with a big gun parading Chris out of his apartment and down the street towards the Black Escalade.

When they got to the car they were astonished first to see a trail of blood in the street and then the bloody and very dead corpse of his partner in the drivers seat.

"What The hell is goin on here?" said the Hitman.

"How am I supposed to know?, you the one with the gun." said Chris.

"Shut up nigga." said the hitman.

I had a clear shot and I had to make it good...I fired....My shot hit the big man right in the back of his head...He fell up against the car, dead as could be and then fell down on to the pavement..

Chris turned around startled...Then looked releived as he saw Donald "Smooth" and Me.....

"Chess, Smooth..You saved my life....What's going on?" he asked.

"That's what I been tryin to tell you...Your babe set you up...She's Goldie's sister..she was workin with a guy named Micah....They were here to kill everyone she thought was involved in her brother's death in anyway....They got a bounty on Fathead and you." I said.

"Damn man....I owe you Chess...I was out of control....She left while I was sleepin and probably called these goons and told em where I lay my head..." said Chris. "Thanks for pullin my coat on this." he said.

"Oh and you don't have to worry about Micah....We know where he lays his head....Roscoe and Ralph went to have a little talk with him..He won't be callin any hits on anybody anymore."laughed Donald "Smooth"

Chris put his arms around me and Donald "Smooth." -"My Niggas" he said.

The next day, I read in the papers that one Micah Thompson, reputed drug trafficer and suspect in several murders was found shot to death on a private boat at Penn's Landing. Chris and I both went to Wendy's apartment to confront her , but when we got there it was empty..She had probably heard about what had happened to Micah and caught the fastest thing smoking out of Philly....I didn't think we'd seen the last of her...I was certain she'd be back.

"Wow Chess...As long as I been in this game and I let a broad fool me....I must be slippin man...That woulda never of happened to me a few years ago...I'm a player Chess, the ultimate playa and I got played.." said Chris as we sat in Josies that night.

"It can happen to anyone man..We meet a hot woman and for a time we get lost." I said.

Chris smiled, he turned his beer bottle up and guzzled the last of it....He signaled to Gus for another one.

"It won't happen to me again." he said.

"Yeah? You think so, huh?" I laughed.

"Yeah....This is somethin that's supposed to happen to you, not me." laughed Chris....

"Uh Huh...talk your talk Mister Boss playa." I said and we both laughed as Gus brought us both two more beers.


(For SLC)

She Ain't Righteous!

I stood in the cemetary alone...A Black Mercedes Benz pulled up and the lights were cut low....He was alone as I had asked... He got out of the car and walked over to me.

"Chess...Man is you crazy? Paging me at this time of night and asking me to meet you here..
what's up?" asked Chris.

"Chris, how long we been knowin each other?" I asked him.

"Since the third or fourth grade man, what is this about?" he asked.

"Do you trust me?" I asked.

"Yeah man, more than anybody else....Man you startin to scare me." said Chris.

"So if I ask you this...will you tell me the truth ?" I said.

"What man? What?" he asked.

"Remember Goldie? Georgie boy??" I asked..

"George Thomas...yeah, how could I forget him?" said Chris.

"He was in jail...and you bailed him out and right after you bailed him out he turns up dead...You told me not to ask any questions I didn't want to know the answer to.but now I gotta know Chris. Did you kill him?" I asked.

Chris looked at me strangely.....He was quiet. He looked around....There wasn't a person or a car in sight...he began frisking me as if I was wearing a wire.

"Chris...I aint wearing no wire..this aint no police thing...This is me talking to you man to man,brother to brother, friend to friend......Now I'm asking you man...did you kill him?" I said.

"No!" said Chris blandly.

I looked at him.....He looked at me......Then he quietly said-

"Not personally, no.....but I bailed him out....as a favor to Fathead......" said Chris.

"You knew what Fathead was going to do, didn't you?" I said.

"I did....but I did it to save lives....You remember how lethal Goldy was...He was wild and reckless...He and Fathead would have killed half of the city if their little war had of continued or eventually they would've brought the New York boys into it which would have further complicated things.....I just wanted the streets quiet again...So when Fathead asked me to take the bail money down there and cut him loose...of course I knew what was going to happen next.. but I did it...and I got to live with that." said Chris.

"Who did him? Was it Roscoe??, Ralph Mole??, Donald "Smooth"?" I asked.

"Nah, it wasn't none of them...The guy that got the contract was that old bust out...that cat that was runnin with that freak, Lockjohn...Sonny something or other..Sonny Templeton." said Chris.

"Oh yeah him.....but he's dead now himself..." I said.

'That's right..he is....Fathead didn't want to use any of his people..Didn't want to chance it gettin back to him..so he had Ralph Mole contract Sonny Templeton to do the job..He came cheap." said Chris...

"Where did they find him....the old hitman's home?" I said.

Chris laughed for the first time that night......He continued to look around as if he expected cops to come charging out of the woodworks..There was none.

"Why you bring me out here Chess?" he asked again.

"That babe...that girl you layin up with is Goldie's sister man......She's here to get revenge or something....I didn't want anybody to see me talking to you about her or to eaves drop..but you could be in danger...She's settin you up man." I said.

"So you bring me out to the freakin cemetary at this god awful time of night to tell me this Chess? Mannnnn, you crazy ,We coulda had this discussion in the office, during the daytime...." said Chris.

"Chris man, that girl aint righteous. She Aint righteous holmes" I said.

"Chess, how do you know this? I mean ,so what if she's Goldy's sister? That aint got nothing to do with me. It aint like she in the game.."said Chris.

"Don't you find it funny that there have been two attempts on Fathead's life since she showed up?" I said.

"Three" said Chris.

"Huh, what?" I said.

"His car exploded in flames tonight......just seconds before he would have gotten into it." said Chris.

"See? it's her...She's back here to get him for having her brother whacked." I said.

"You hang around Kevin too much Chess...Always seein a conspiracy where they aint none...She aint that kind of girl man...She's the sweetest mellowest babe I ever met.. Man....I'm serious Chess..She's so mellow and when I'm with her...I feel different..I am different...I aint never felt like that before with anyone." said Chris.

I realized that I couldn't talk to him....He was lost..I shook my head and said...

"I'm happy for ya bruh...really I am...just be careful man...keep your eyes and ears open for any possibility okay?" I said.

"Always bruh...Always." said Chris as he walked back to his car and drove away....

Later on that night, I hooked up with Kevin at the home of his friends , Peeping Tom and Lockpick Johnson in Northeast Philly.

"What you got Kev?" I asked him. I had hired Kevin to wire Wendy Thomas's apartment and to dig up what he could find on her...

"Listen to this recording...it's a phone conversation." said Kevin.

"What did you find out Micah?" said Wendy..

"The man that actually killed your brother, Sonny Templeton is dead and has been dead for months....He was killed in an unrelated incident so we can cross him off.." came another voice.

"Did you get the fat man?" asked Wendy.

"Nah, we missed him again...He's the luckiest bastard in three states..but I don't give up that easily...the fat man will fall ...if I have to kill him myself....Something else I found out that may be of interest.." came the male voice.

"What's that Micah?" said Wendy.

"Your boyfriend....Chris Thompson.....Used to be the man in these parts...He sold all of his connects to Fathead Newton......Here's where it gets interesting my dear...The Feds pinched your brother and had him in custody...Guess who bailed him out?? Your boy,Chris Thompson! He bails him out and then two hours later , Sonny Templeton puts two slugs in the back of his head...Co-incidence?? I think not.....I think he was doing one last favor to Fathead." came the male voice.

"This is really bad news Micah...I was beginning to really feel something for Chris Thompson..I didn't know he was involved in all of this....Well.....you gotta do what you gotta do. Fathead falls and Chris falls too." said Wendy coldly.

"Good..Glad you got your head on straight girlie..." came the male voice.

"Chess, they're gonna do Chris and Fathead" said Kevin.

"Not if I can help it...I got this from here Kev...thanks for all of your help man." I said.

"You sure you don't need any back up?" said my good friend.

"Nah...I got this. But one thing you can do...See if you can pull that number, the number of the guy she was talking to...find out if you can trace where that call is coming from." I said.

"I got a friend in the FBI...He don't like to do stuff like this...but I think if I ask real nice...he'll get me a scope on that number." said Kevin.

"Thanks man." I said as I left.

I had to find out who this Micah fellow was and stop him...A tall order indeed!

(Conclusion Next)

Hot Sauce

"Yeah Chess...I heard that Chris is seein some babe..I seen him driving her around town yesterday in his Benz. So She must be special...Chris usually drive his other babes around in the Jag...If they in the Benz..they must be special."Laughed Fathead Newton as we stood on the corner outside of Ciro's Nightclub in North Philly and talked.

"Man, I heard that somebody shot at you the other night." I said.

"Yeah....there was a guy driving the wrong way down the street and another guy shooting at me." said Fathead.

"If they were driving the wrong way down that street..that means they were from out of town..Because everybody in Philly knows how that street runs." I laughed.

"I'm still tryin to figure out who is making a move on me....I'm cool with everybody in South Philly and none of the North Philly playas got the heart or the muscle to step to me...So far, don't nobody know who this is." he said.

"You think New York?" I asked.

"Nah...Even though Allejandro is in jail...he still running the show and I called him last night and he assured me that nobody from there or North Jersey was behind it. So I figure this must be some new playas....But nobody on the street has a clue." said Fathead...

Just then a Black Escalade came speeding down the street...Fathead grabbed me and through me down as he joined me on the pavement...a stacatto of bullets flew... Roscoe came running out of the building with two of his associates. They all had guns blazing and the lit the Escalade up...popped the tires ..shot out the windows...and watched it go up in flames!

"Chess..Fathead..come on..get in my car...Let's get out of here." barked Roscoe as we scurried to his car and pulled off...We'd leave it to the police to figure out who the would be hitters were.

"See Chess?...it aint safe to be me." said Fathead as we sped off into the night.

The next morning in our downtown office, far away from the hood...I told Chris about the whole thing and about the prior attempt on Fathead's life. He didn't seem the least bit concerned...He spun around in his chair and looked pensive at first and then said-

"Well Chess , maybe you need to stop hangin with Fathead.....This is a gangsta's life...Someone always wanting to topple the king. He the king now...Somebody trying to take his crown....That's why I gave that up...That's why I come into business with you.....I aint got nothin nobody want no more. We businessmen now Chess...We need a whole new group of friends." he said.

He sounded like me, which was why I was kind of taken back. He looked at me and then shrugged-

"Look man, I'm so far from that gangsta mess now that I don't even know the new playas..probably some young punks looking to move up." said Chris.

"They were young...The driver was just 19 and the shooter was 25......They weren't from here, they were from Puerto Rico and the Dominican Republic respectively....both had long rap sheets." I said.

"Hmmmm....New York?" asked Chris.

"Nah, Allejandro and Fathead talked..he assured him that they didn't have anything to do with it." I said.

"Then it's a new playa....Maybe from out of town, maybe from right here.....who's lookin to move up. That's Fathead's problem...not yours , nor mine Chess...he got capable people..he'll handle it." laughed Chris.

"Where you been man? I aint seen you in like, two days?" I asked.

"I was rounding up hitmen to take Fathead out..I want back in......hahahahahahahaahha, why you ask that Chess, you know where I was..Wit my baby." said Chris looking like a wistful schoolboy.

"Wendy huh?" I asked.

"Yeah man....Chess....she's some kind of fantastic man....I met her in Josie's believe it or not...That night they had that god awful singer in there and people was throwing stuff at the stage...You shoulda seen Gus...Oh man, you woulda cracked up.. You know? I'm sittin there gettin ready to walk out and this babe sends me a drink....I take it and she comes over, wearing like the tightest black micro mini I ever did see....looking all kinds of tight..We talkin, drinkin and what not and next thing I know, We drivin to AC at 2:00 in the morning.." said Chris.

'Wow...AC huh?" I said.

"Yeah man...We went to a couple of speak easys and got crunk and then rented a room....Chess,I couldn't believe it...that girl did things to me in bed...that I aint never had done to me before..

'Chess man, for starters..she poured a bottle of hot sauce on my johnson and got down on all fours and licked it clean... she took all of me in her mouth.....not something the average babe can do....cause you know me...I come with a thunder...Man, I must have come about four ,five times..just with her doing that.....then we went into the bedroom..I tried to break her back Chess..We went at it for hours...missionary position, doggy style, scissors..and finnally with her riding on top of me....I don't know how many times I came that night...but I was exhausted, then we wound up going into the bathroom..She took that hot sauce and rubbed it across those huge breasts of hers and I licked it and devoured them like a hungry homeless man...Then she stood up on the toilet seat and lowered herself on me and we were at it again right up against the wall.....man by the next morning...I was dehydrated Chess..and it's been like that everytime I'm with her." said Chris.

"Really man?" I said.

"I'm for real Chess....it's just intoxicating." said Chris.

That was a fantastic story.....It had me thinking about going home and finding Rell. I shook my head and smiled..

"So Chris...you think this might be the one?" I asked.

"Possible man...Very,very possible...and you know me..I aint never said that about nobody." said Chris...

"She sure got you sprung." I laughed...

"Sprung? Beyond sprung baby!!!...Oh, that's my Blackberry..that's probably her now." said Chrisas he picked up the Black berry and began giggling...I had never seen him like this as long as I had known him...I just scratched my head and laughed as I left the office and got in my car and left.

That night I was in Josies, drinking a Corona when Gus walked over to where I was sitting.

"Where's your boy?" he asked.

"Probably with his new girl, Wendy." I laughed.

Gus looked at me kind of funny, shook his head, then leaned down and spoke where only I could hear him.

"Yall don't know who that gal is do ya?" said Gus.

"Just some girl Chris met in here." I said.

"That girl , you say her name is Wendy Thomas right?" said Gus.

'Yeah" I said...

"Does the name George Goldberg Thomas mean anything to you?" he asked.

"Georgie boy...yeah....He used to run things in West Philly for a minute right after Chris stepped down...." I said.

"Yeah and right before our boy, Fathead took over the streets....Well ,she claims she's his widow." said Gus.

"His widow? Georgie wasn't married." I said.

"That's right..he wasn't..That's his sister."said Gus.

(To Be Continued......)