Authors: Nikki Turner
Gloria couldn't sleep. She couldn't think straight. "Lord," she cried, I don't want to lose my daughter." Gloria realized that this situation was burdening her down. All she knew was to turn it over to the Lord. He'd work this out. Gloria stayed on her knees.
Father up in heaven in the name of Jesus, I come to you tonight in prayer on bended knees, Father, with a broken heart, confused mind and filled with absolute emptiness. Lord, I have done the best I can to raise my child the best I know how. Lord, I ask you to forgive me for my mistakes while raising my child.
Lord, I plead with you, not to allow my daughter's mistake to cause her a lifetime of suffering. Lord,, I release control of my child over to you Lord, I am leaning on you to show me how to be a blessing to my child. Grant me wisdom. In the precious name of Jesus. Amen
Gloria concentrated on making her catering business a big success. She threw herself into it. She already had a limited, but elite group of clients who she catered for, and had a waiting list for clients who desired her to cater their functions with her gour-met cooking. She pulled her waiting list out, along with her phone and address book. She decided that right now, her business would be her prime focus. However, when her daughter needed her, she would be there for her too.
On their anniversary, the travel agent had arranged for Des and Yarni to go to Sandals Beach in St. Lucia. St. Lucia was simply beautiful. Sandals Resort was the ultimate place for couples to go, offering a white sand beach and lush tropical gardens.
Yarni could not believe this place. They thoroughly enjoyed themselves.
Des sat on the terrace in the tropical color chair. Yarni came and stood right in front of him, wearing a red see through short nighty with some red high heels. Des looked her up and down as she posed and turned around. "You see something here you like?" She said to Des in a seductive tone. He smiled.
"No doubt about it." Des replied.
"Well convince me then," Yarni said, as she bent over and started tongue kissing him. He put his hand on her round tender butt. She put her hands on his hairy chest and started fondling his nipples, which was a sure turn on for Des. He took his other hand and put it under her nighty, and ran it up her leg. He played around her vagina until he found her clitoris, a spot nobody besides her had ever touched before. He gave her a breathtaking encounter, using only his fingers. She couldn't take it standing up, so she sat on his lap and while he reached around and continued to rotate using his two fingers on her clitoris then inside of her. She sat there, as she knew that she wasn't in control, feeling lost and wondering what to do. He made her feel amazing. She wanted to do something to reciprocate the feeling to her man. She felt his big erection and wanted him inside of her. She moved trying to position herself so she could sit on it.
Des whispered in her ear, "Baby, let's go inside onto the bed. It may hurt more if you try to put it in like that the first time." He picked her up and took her to the bed. She was naked waiting as he laid on top of her kissing and sucking on her breasts. She felt good, but she wanted what she had been waiting on for the past 15 and a half years of her life. She wanted to know what all the hype about sex was and she wasn't afraid. So she reached between his legs and placed him right where he needed to be.
He pushed a little, worked slowly and carefully into her tight, wet vagina. She tensed up. He stopped. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing, I just don't wanna hurt you," Des whispered.
"No, please keep going," She said, but inside it was hurting awfully bad. She wanted to scream, but she didn't want to disappoint him.
"Baby, you gotta relax." Des said softly as he blew in her ear.
Relax shit, this shit fucking hurts....damn, and people be acting like this shit feels good, fighting over this and everything.
Maybe I am missing something. I am trying to thug this shit out, but damn!!!
Once he was finally inside, the pain immediately turned into pleasure, as she just laid there. She started to moan, "Oh, my God!" He stopped moving.
"You want me stop?" he whispered.
"No, please don't," Yarni replied, not meaning it.
Then she started pumping back moving around trying to get with his rhythm. As soon as she started throwing it back to him.
He started going fast. So badly wanting to scream, she held on and gripped his back. And then he stopped and collapsed on top of her, as he fell the ocean breeze came through the open bal-cony door.
"What's wrong?"
He snickered. "I just came, baby."
"For real?" She was sore, tired and glad at the same. She wasn't sure, being a virgin, if she could even bring her man to an orgasm. Des held her in his arms Damn, had I known this shit was going to be like this...I would've did this shit a long time ago. She got some bomb ass pussy. I swear that shit is like wine.
It can only get better with time. I hate for another nigga to get a hold of that. Ump, Ump, Ump, he'll have to die sho nuff.
Now she wanted to learn to put it on him so he wouldn't stray and go anywhere else for sex. From that day on, she perfected her sex game because she knew that it surely played a major part into a man's head, heart and pocket. She didn't want anyone else to dare get the ultimate prize she had just got from Des. Most definitely, she wanted to be the last person he'd be with on a sexual, mental and emotional note.
The rest of the vacation they thoroughly enjoyed themselves, making love on the ocean front terrace while the sun set. They took an invigorating shower in the natural waterfall. They used a hot bubbling whirlpool under the cool shade of a palm tree.
They also went scuba diving, wind surfing as well as parasailing.
Yarni had died and gone to heaven. She just didn't want anybody to revive her.
When Yarni returned home to Richmond, of course, the haters were lurking to rain on her parade. It was all over town that Des had married Yarni. Her toxic girlfriends were all jealous.
They started bringing up every notorious episode they could possibly dig up on Des.
There was one girl, Weasa, who used to be Des' girlfriend back in high school. She was crazy about Des. She did everything sexually she could possibly think of. He still didn't want her, nor did he pay her any mind. She was outraged that she had degraded herself for all this time and he married this schoolgirl who wasn't even old enough to drive. The nerve! She knew that she couldn't fight Yarni as bad as she wanted to. Des would probably beat her unmercifully. She knew that much. She would still make Yarni insecure and have second thoughts. She would call the house, and wait for Yarni to answer the phone, then she would pick, "K-Mart got school paper on sale for 29 cents a pack." Weasa would blurt out trying to belittle Yarni as much as possible, just to remind Yarni that she was still a little girl.
"I am young but I'm married to the man you desperately want," Yarni would retort.
She would never tell Des any of those small things. She had been warned by her uncle, Stanka, about exactly what type of things Des had been known to do.
Now Yarni's uncle Stanka, was her mother's only brother and he acted as a father, big brother, and uncle to Yarni. He spoiled her. He was a hustler, although he acted as though he worked.
He wasn't big time, but he was no slouch either. Stanka was a well-respected old-timer, who pulled off a heist with Lloyd and vowed to watch over Yarni while Lloyd did time. They called him Stanka, because if anybody crossed him, he'd leave them somewhere stinking. Even though it was the late 80's, Stanka lived like he was still in the seventies, wearing a small black afro, pimp hats and walking with a cane. Standing six foot-five inches tall, brown skin and weighing 290 pounds, he drove a 1974 black Cadillac Coupe DeVille that was cleaner than any new Cadi. He was shot in his jaw back in the late seventies, so his mouth was twisted. When he spoke, he talked like he had a mouth full of shit, and he always had to spit after every other sentence.
Stanka never sugar coated anything to Yarni as her mother Gloria and aunt Andrea would sometimes do. So he told her,
"Watch yo self because Des is a loose cannon. He loves you, but will kill at the wink of an eye. So, just be mindful when you tell him things people say and do. Cuse me," as he spit. "It's like playing chess. The queen protects the king, you gotta protect him from as much nonsense as you can." He spit again.
Yarni was conscious of the fact that he'd definitely jump the gun and do something crazy to anybody who was disrespectful to her. In Yarni's eyes it wasn't worth him doing anything crazy to jeopardize him getting in trouble and them being separated.
Shortly after the "marriage," Yarni turned 16. Des bought her a red Sterling for her birthday with red BBS rims on it. Yarni really had her heart set on a 325 BMW, nevertheless, she was just as happy to have her own wheels. She had never heard of or seen a Sterling before. Des could tell that she was not impressed at all with the Sterling.
"Look, Baby Girl, I can tell that you don't like it, but I am telling you that these Sterlings are what's happening. People down here just not feeling it just yet, but they will real soon."
"No, Boo, I am just glad I got my own car. Thank you, baby." Yarni said with a big kiss.
"Baby Girl, I want you to be happy."
"And I am happy to have a car of my own."
"I can see it all over your face. Just keep it for 30 days and if you still don't like it after that, then I'll get you the Beamer you want."
When she realized that he only wanted her to be happy, and wanted her to feel comfortable in whatever she drove, she finally admitted to him that she really wanted the BMW, but she did keep her end of the bargain and drove it for the next thirty days.
She put the For Sale sign in her window, and everywhere she went, everybody was inquiring about the Sterling. She was the only person in town who had one. A few weeks after she got it, she heard the song by CL Smooth and Pete Rock, "Reminisce" and they spoke on a Sterling. She ended up keeping it.
Even though she was driving long before she ever had a per-mit, once she got her license, she started strip hopping--riding through all the projects and drug strips to show off her car.
Especially when she was driving any of Des' cars, even though he told her do not take any of his cars through any public hous-ing or drug areas. She still drove it wherever she pleased.
She rode down the streets with the brick two-story style buildings on both sides with the dirt-patched grass. Some of the concrete porches had people standing on them. The bus stop on one corner was filled with guys sitting on the designated bus bench, but when the bus pulled up, none of them got on because the bus stop was only a way around the "no loitering and no trespassing" signs that hung on the bricks of the end building. While another bunch hovered the pay phone, which people telephoned to the corner to see who was out there, and who had and was doing what. This all was a cover up for the cocaine slanging around the projects. As soon as a car rolled up, and if it was a car filled with females, the guys would holler out,
"YO!!!!," anxious to know who the girls in the car were. Then there would be a couple of guys walking over to the cut or behind a building, with a crack head following to make the exchange, money for crack, hand to hand. There was some of the corner boys that accepted other forms of payment, which consists of food stamps, stolen goods, jewelry or a sexual favor for a little bit of flava (coke).
Then there were the females who got their hustles on around the projects. Some chics got dressed in their Sunday's best coochie-cutter shorts just to walk up the street to catch the eye of one of the corner boy's major players. They didn't want crack, but they wanted these guys to fund their habits, which could have consisted of shopping, hair done, nails manicured, new sneakers or whatever may have been their fetish. Some wouldn't know anybody over in the projects, but would just hope to ride through and one of the guys would stop the vehicle. Or they would be one of the corner boy's girlfriends just riding through to see her man talking to a girl. Her tires will come to a screech-ing halt, and she hops out making a scene, not knowing that the girl he was talking to is a crack head. Subsequently, there would be other girls coming around the projects with intentions of meeting a friend of her friend's man, another corner boy, so she too could come up.
In the mean time, all kinds of cars were rolling up, new ones, old ones, a car that needed a muffler, and one that had smoke coming out of the tail pipe. Then you had the people approaching the corner on foot, bike or scooter, all in the name of buying crack. This particular corner so happens to be one in Richmond, Virginia, but every town has one.
When Yarni approached the projects, she would make sure all the windows were rolled down, and the music pumping just to draw attention to the car, so people could see precisely that she was pushing Des' whip. She would never make any eye contact with any of the guys out of respect for Des, but she made her presence known, and was seen by all the broke down hos on the curb that was always hating on her. If she saw a female she was cool with, she'd cut the music down and carry on a conversation with that person, while the whole time exhibiting her newest rock or designer sunglasses, as the haters watched on enviously. Since they despised her anyway, she especially flossed on them. "Hate on that!!!!!," was the statement she made.