Authors: Mary B. Morrison
I
was glad to have the madness behind me.
Thought the season would never end. I was back on track with my game. Fadeaways. Three-pointers. Jumpers. Steals. Blocks. Dunks. My team made it to the championship. I was determined to win MVP. But even if I didn't, I was still the man.
I had to give Ashlee credit for having my back but she made me nervous when she'd told Bambi in front of everybody, “If you don't leave Darius alone, I will personally bury you alive.” As long as I had Ladycat on my team, Ashlee didn't stand a chance of bringing me down again.
My wife and son were seated courtside. DJ sat on Fancy's lap cheering for me the entire game. My mom was next to them. The three most important people in my life were back in my life. Lawrence was seated next to my mom. Funny she ended up with another Lawrence. Lori was seated with them too. Couldn't thank her enough for giving me that book.
With twenty seconds left in the game, the ball was in my hands. We were down by one. I told myself, “I got this.”
The other team was going to either foul me or give up a W. By any means necessary, my team was winning this game. I drove to the basket. Three seconds remained. That was plenty of time to get off the final shot. I was in the air, headed toward the hoop, then I heard the referee's whistle. My opponent flopped to the floor like a fish. Ref better not make the wrong call.
Do not say this was a charge.
His hands hit his hips. “Block! Two shots. Atlanta.”
They said it comes in threes. My wife had already given me a shot. Now I had to make two more. I stood at the free throw line. Bounced the ball three times. Bent my knees, raised my hands, flexed my wrists, then released the ball.
The crowd cheered as I tied the score. Hit it once, I could hit it again.
I bounced the ball three times. Bent my knees, raised my hands, flexed my wrists, then heard a voice whisper in my ear, “I hope you miss.”
Aw, fuck.
I released the ball. That shit wasn't anywhere near the rim. The crowd chanted, “Air ball. Air ball. Air ball.”
Bambi's lawyers were good but they weren't good enough to get her out. Were they? Of course not. DJ might have grandkids before Bambi could be considered for parole for good behavior. But I'd seen that chick in action. She could be in the arena. I looked over my shoulder, DJ nodded upward. Although I'd missed the game-winning shot, DJ still cheered for his dad.
I mouthed, “My man,” then heard my wife say, “Darius, wake up. Wake up. Today's our wedding.”
I opened my eyes. Ladycat was there. Wasn't it bad luck to see the bride on her wedding day? I guess that didn't apply to renewing our vows.
“Yeah, Daddy. I'm the ring bearer, remember? Get up,” DJ said, tugging the covers away from body.
I hugged my wife, kissed my son, went downstairs. Moms was cooking all of us breakfast. “I love you, Ma.” She'd started my nonprofit. I made sure Lori was on the board. I'd learned from the book I had to surround myself with good people.
Today I was remarrying not just my wife, but my family. I stood in my living room, looked at my MVP trophy on the mantel, smiled.
“Who says you can't have it all?”
THE END
FOR REAL?
True Love
True love is amazing
Love is priceless
Love smiles inside your heart
Love shines through your eyes
Love trusts
Love weathers the storm
Love hurts when you hear the truth
Love heals when you're hurting
Love celebrates your accomplishments
Love feels likes your spirit is floating
Love sees no shape, size, or color
Love accepts you for who you are
Love has no guarantees
Love does not judge
Love smells like the freshness you inhale after the rain
Love tastes like tears of joy
Love washes away your troubles
Love is vulnerable
Love is You.
Love starts with You.
Love is forever inside of You.
Love is the Creator's divine gift to You
God gave You Love to share with others
No One
No one should treat me better
No one will treat me worse
The way that others treat me
Is a reflection of my self-worth
If I don't know that I'm Worthy
If I don't believe in me
I can't expect others
To see what I don't see
I have to find my inner strength
I have to lead my way
I have to denounce the people
That come to me to prey
It's up to me to tell them
Please go away
I don't want you in my life
Not for another
Second, minute or day
I lift my head to the sky
I open my heart to receive love
I know that I am Worthy
I know there is a God
No one will treat me better
No one will treat me worse
The way that others treat me
Is a reflection of my self-worth
Thinking of a Master Plan
Ladies, always know what you want from a man.
Because he certainly knows what he wants from you.
Thinking of a Master Plan
Sitting on the couch with his dick in my hand
I've got to figure out
What I want from this man
Do I want
A husband
A lover
A friend
I wanna get paid
He wants to laid
We on the same page?
Should I kiss it
Lick it
Tease him
Please him
I've got to get paid
Before he gets laid
Should I suck it
Fuck it
Stroke it
Or choke it
Thinking of a master plan
Sitting in his lap with his dick in my hand
I'm not searching for a 9 to 5
Cuz the one thing that I despise
Is a man who wants to bust a nut
Inside of me
For free?
Dude
I need a pair of shoes
A dress that's new
A bill paid
Maybe two
I need some dead presidents
Jefferson, Grant and
Some C-notes
Boo
To keep on my cell phone
and my lights
to turn you on
All through the night
Thinking of a master plan
Sitting on the bed with his dick in my hand
I kiss it
Lick it
Suck it
Rub it
He grabs the back of my head
I go down down down
Swirling my tongue
Round and round
Pussy might be his favorite dish
But until I get paid
It's still his wish
I tightened my lips
To his dick
I go deeper and deeper
Touch the spot
That his girl can't hit
Just when he's ready to cum
I'm done
Thinking of my master plan
I say boo
What I need from you
Is ten grand
Get money
His eyes get wide
His chin drops low
I know what he's thinking
Fuck this ho
But he's got a big ego
And a hard dick
So I lick it
Kiss it
Suck it
I go deeper and deeper
Touch that spot
That his girl can't hit
Make him shiver
Before he screams
Aw shit!
I'm paid in full
I enjoyed the research I've done for
Darius Jones
. I think we can agree that Bambi is crazier than Ashlee. We'll know for sure provided Jay Crawford ever gets his day in court.
Just for fun, I want your book club members to do a makeover contest. If you're not in a book club, you can independently do this makeover. From head to toe, each member will change her hair, body shape and size, glam up or tone it down. The person who makes the most dramatic change wins your contest.
Send your Bambi Challenge “before” and “after” group and individual pictures to me at
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. We might surprise your book club with something super special.
See if you can outdo Bambi. Create your alter ego. Incorporate some of these spy gadgets and become a detective, diva, dominatrix, or stalker. I'll share the web sites I used but see if you can find and create something jaw-dropping.
Another challenge is to see if you'll readily recognize me as I undergo extreme makeovers for each of my book signings and events.
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