I finally made it through all 15 some pages I needed to catch up on and I am speechless I am not preggers but I too was bawling my eyes out (very discreetly here at work).

Jawi you are such a fantastic writer and couldn't believe how caught up I was in all the twists and turns...very well done girl...fantastic! Many kudos and blessing to you

Wha appen dis ere thread got knocked dung tuh page 2, suh mi post someting suh ie go back tuh de 1st page.

Jawi mi hope yuh feeling ok and dat everyting cris wit yuh.

Hello Ladies,
What happened here Sonsyne you are right what is going page 2.........
Jawi hon I hope you are fine .

Gill, Kimmy, Jonesie, Jengles.... how are you ladies doing. Who did I forget....Srry If I forgot your names,,,,,

much love to all you ladies.


Marsha

Hey Ma,

I'm good Chica...I hope you are battling through and doing well too!
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OK Jawi...on to you now!!!

Bwoy mi just finish read the entire story! Jawi...yuh haffi give hup dat deh foofoo job deh. DIS IS YOUR CALLING!!!! Jawi, I hope you are hearing mi Sis. After readin the last 15 pages...Jawi...YOU GOT IT!!!! I can't believe this is your first novel? Nooooo, suh if it's deh last ting mi ah guh duh is find yuh a publisher...DO YOU SI THAT PEOPLE FROM ALL OVA DEH VJ WORLD ARE NOT ONLY READING...BUT LOVING THIS STORY!!!

Nuh Man, dis book SELLHOFF!!!!!!! It's like yuh a git better pon every page!

Jawi, I am crying as I write this...I am so very proud of you!! You mek mi so proud to call you a friend! I AM BEGGING YOU BABY GURL...DO NOT TURN YOUR BACK ON YOIUR G-D GIVEN TALENT!!! I truly believ that G-d give everyone a gift at birth...EVERYONE HAS A SPECIAL GIFT!!! Jawi, DO NOT LOOK ANY FURTHER CAUSE THIS IS YOURS!!!!

I have been reading romance novels for 25 years (Yes, I started young wid Judy Blume)!!! I have read ALL different romances by all different people! Jawi...
THEY.....AIN'T....GOT....SHYT ...ON...YOU!!!!

TAKE A LEAP OF FAITH...TRUST ME ON THIS...AND DO YOUR DYAM TING!!!!

I LOVE YOU AND HOPE YOU ARE WELL!!!

MANY BLESSINGS & LOVE ,

Gill

GILL: I feel you.....Jawi has so much talent that she has gotten so many of us hooked on her first novel. I hope that she see's how much love we have for her. I can't wait to read more of her story I've told so many people about her talent and this wonderful website.

Lawd, Gill yuh always crossing out the 'O' in God! Yuh keep ie hup, God won't know yuh talking to im! You can type im name if yuh really truly talking nice tings....He appriciate de recognition yuh knoa.

Lawd Lita, dat sittin' really boddah yuh eh!? Arright when mi talkin' nice tings I will put deh 'o' back in...yuh appy now?

Love ya Chica,
Gill

rotf !!

Hi everyone! I don't have time to catch up on the posts...about to leave work. I lost my internet connection at home, and can't get one back b/c my CD driver is not responding. I will probably be without a computer for a week or so...Best Buy wants to hold my laptop hostage for 7 business days!

Love you all!

Will come back as soon as I can!

Tonks, Gill-Gill!! Me knoa deh Lawd, im happericiate yuh ackknowledge him is deh wan who mek tings possible. Love yuh same weh!

Hey Y'all, How is everyone. I can not speak the lingo well but I enjoy being here with you all and thanks for the acknowledgement. I hope everyone is well. I got over a very nasty cold this past week. How are all the soon to be coming babies doing and of course everyone else. Jawi, I hope you get your computer up again. I look forward to seeing you on someones best selling list. Have a good evening all.

Health and Wellness Always
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Howdy Ty!!!!

SO glad to have you with us. Hope you are feeling better soon! Please feel free to drop in and hail us up anytime!!

Blessed,
Gill

Thanks babes. I'm considering it seriously. I want to have another book in the works too...but I have to clean this one up to submit it. You know...take out all the bb codes...and substitute bb friendly curse words. The good news that I found out recently...my story is automatically copyrighted based on copyright laws. So, all I have to do is get a real manuscript printed, send it off to publishers...or I can try to self-publish.

I need a good pen name....kikikiki

You mean a lot! I love the votes of confidence. I hope its not a case of family telling me that I'm good like those poor souls on American Idol.

De way yuh search suss...mi neva tink sey yuh need hinvite nor directions...cha!

Hey likkle sis...I know. I've never really had a whole lot of girlfriend support...so I often forget that I don't have to go it alone. I appreciate the love...I love you all the same.

Typee,

Thanks! Wow...I don't know about BET...ha-ha! Books...movies...box office...wow! Thanks for stopping by...feel free to join us anytime.

Hey Queen Jenn...this past week has actually been the best I have felt in a long long long time. I am thankful that God listens to prayers. Thanks for all the well wishes, prayers and love. I feel truly blessed. I hope you are doing okay too!

I was beginning to wonder if I was all over the place with the story...or if the flow was right. I usually get stuck if the storyline is not right...and I have to start over. When it fits, I can write for hours...or a least until my neck and shoulder can't take anymore.

Mi his good! Tonks!

Phatty and Gillie...thanks so much! YOUR WORDS TOUCHED ME SO MUCH!!!! thank you thank you thank you.

/o\ /o\ that's me taking a bow....

Woohoo, I'm glad you're feeling better. I'm doin' okay, too!! I'm just elated that CSC is FINALLY pumping out the approvals. I'll be thinking of you on your court date and praying that all goes well.

Thank you girlie! I have some more of the story...soon come.

YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!

Tradee and Mya are awakened by the constant knocking of the headboard against the wall coming from the adjacent room. They can hear the heated whispers and moans. Fitz’s raucous words are urgent and dripping in eroticism, deseparation, and lust. Tradee and Mya almost feel dirty because the sexual energy is affecting them. They are turned on, and sympathetic to the male pleas coming cross the soft Caribbean night air. Tradee understands the raw animalistic quality, the sounds of a wounded lion seeking comfort. He is dumbfounded that he feels the same sense of loss, but recognizes suddenly that he lost a brother as well.

Mya reaches out for Tradee’s hand in the dark. She kisses each of his bruised knuckles softly before she tenderly places his middle finger into her mouth. Mya allows her tongue to caress Tradee’s finger sensuously over and over. Then, she places his moistened digit into her waiting vagina. Mya uses her own hands to control the motion of Tradee’s finger. Tradee shifts to his side, and props his head up on his other hand. He leans over to kiss Mya’s panting mouth. Mya pulls Tradee’s head closer, and she becomes ravenous in her attempts to devour his tongue. Tradee groans solemnly, as he grabs her quivering thighs, and drags her roughly to the center of their bed.


Tradee hovers high in the air on the tips of his fingers and toes over Mya’s spread eagle form, before he dives deep into her waiting womb. He pulls completely out, and dives in again. The ardent motion of his back and hips set the bed in motion. The move skates away from the wall as Tradee withdraws, then it slides powerfully back against the wall as he re-enters Mya. Dogs begin baying at the full moon, goats are bleating and roosters loose sense of time as the crow on sleep-weary vocal chords. Tradee and Mya trade moans and grunts with Fitz and Toya like they are playing in a house of see-saws. The neighbors will not sleep on this night of buried pain, and pregnant indulgence.

Melodee: Uh…yes. I-I-I I’m looking for my boy-my-my fiancé…Delmar McCoy. Is he here? Please ma’am I need to see him.

Doctor: I’m Dr. Denton, and you are?

Melodee: My-My name is Melodee. I really need to see my fiancé! My friends told me that he was hurt in-in-in a horrible accident.

Dr. Denton: Well, let’s see if a nurse can help you locate him. Was it a car accident, or work?

Melodee: H-huh? Whaa? Ehnn. Nutten nuh gwaan so. Mi friends dem tell mi sey im get im face mash hup inna wan fight. Please dacta…mi need fe find im!

Dr. Denton: Oh. I see. Stay here, and I’ll see what I can find out. By the way, your dress is simply amazing. Where ever did you find it?

Melodee: Ah whaa! Dacta Denton…mi nuh wan fe be rude and facety…but mi nuh have time fe chat bout mi frock! MI WAN FE SEE MI MAN…DELMAR ALTON MCCOY! *kiss teet* Where is he?

Dr. Denton: Pardon me. Nurse, please help this woman calm down and locate her boyfriend. Thank you. Good day ladies.

Melodee doesn’t wait for the nurse. She heads directly for the hospital wards in search of Delmar. Melodee frantically searches each bed to her left and right.

Melodee: SHOTTA!!! Baby…it’s me…Mel. Where are you? Delmar? Delmar?

Nurse: *in a curt whisper* Miss, you are not allowed to walk back here without an escort! Please keep your voice down. We have patients that need not be disturbed by your boisterous outbursts.

Melodee ignores the nurse and continues her search. When she happens upon Delmar’s bed, she gasps loudly. Delmar is strapped to the bed rails with soft cloth and leather restraints. His face is swollen beyond recognition, and it is not clear if he is sleeping or not. Melodee drops her head, and begins weeping uncontrollably. She can’t bring herself to speak, so she runs quickly for the exit before her stomach empties itself.

Ian is dropped off at the front entrance at the same time Melodee reaches the front door. She can’t believe he followed her here, and she didn’t know whether to be angry or happy that he cared so much about her.

Ian: Melodee! What are you doing here? Why did you leave me like that?

Melodee: I-I-I’m sorry Ian. What happened to you? Why are you limping? Let me go find a nurse. Wait here.

Ian: Nah, it’s cool. All I need from you is the keys to my rental. You don’t have to worry about me darkening your door anymore. I’m flying back home first thing in the morning. I hope you enjoy all your little trinkets and gifts. Excuse me. I think my ankle may be broken.

Melodee: Whaa? Wait, I-I-Ian…uh baby. Can we talk about it? I-I-I ad-admit I was a little rude at the house. But, I-I had to see him, an-an-and I kn-knew you-u wouldn’t have approved of me coming here. He-he…umm Del-Delmar, I mean, is in really bad shape. I-I-I’m so-so-so-sorry. Ple-please don’t do this now! I need you to understand Ian. I need you.

Nurse: Missus…yuh fiancé is awake now, and he is asking for you. He is in a lot of pain, and we just medicated him again. If you want to see him while he is awake, you should hurry.

Ian: Ha-ha! Fiance??? Really? Don’t let me stand in the way of true love then Missus Melodee.

Melodee: Ian, you are not being fair! *whispering* I-I had to-to-to tell them something to-to see him. D-didn’t I let you work things out with your ex-fiancee?

Nurse: Ma’am?

Melodee: Sh**! Oh-okay. I-I’ll be right there. Th-thanks.

Nurse: *kiss teet*

Ian: *Suddenly in tremendous pain from shifting his weight wrong.*PHOCK! Melodee! My foot! Sh**! Help me! PHOCK MY FOOT!!!

Melodee: Nurse…nurse! Where did she go? Hold on baby, I’ll get a wheelchair.

Ian: Sh**! Hurry back please! AAAAAAARRRRGGGGGGG!!!!

Melodee runs into the hospital in search of a wheelchair and a nurse. A doctor comes up to her.

Doctor: Are you Delmar McCoy’s fiancée?

Melodee: *glancing over shoulder* Uh..yeah man. Whaa gwaan?

Doctor: Well, your fiancé is really worked up, and he is starting to disturb the other patients. He is asking for you, as his wife, and he will not calm down no matter what we do for him. Please follow me, and hurry.

Melodee forgets the wheelchair and Ian as she glances once more over her shoulder before hurrying after the doctor. When they arrive at Delmar’s bedside, tears are flowing from his swollen eyes, and he is fretfully muttering under his breath.

Nurse: Doctor, it appears the sedative is working now. He should be resting peacefully in a few minutes. Ma’am, your husband loves you very much. He said that you just got married today. Congratulations Mya. Whatever happened to your husband is indeed unfortunate, and we will work hard to get him healthy and back home to you. Let me know if you need anything else. Good day, now if you will excuse me.

Melodee: My-Mya? My-my name isn’t…umm nurse, there is a gentleman outside in need of a nurse and wheelchair right away. He is complaining about his foot. His name is Ian Royale, III.

Nurse: Is he a friend of the patient?

Melodee: No…no…um…can you please just hurry? Thanks.

Delmar: Mya…Mya…I love you Hearth Hangel! I love you. You have made me the happiest man alive by marrying me. I can’t wait to spend my life making love to you Mya. Mya…Mya…Mya…Mya…hold me MYA! DON’T LEAVE ME MYA!

Melodee: Shotta. Shotta. It’s okay. It’s me Melodee. Mya is not here. Listen to me Shotta. Can you hear me? Shotta, it’s me Mel.

Delmar: Mya…I never…I never loved Melodee. Har and har friend Chantelle chase mi and seduce mi. Mi his sarry dat mi neva tell yuh bout har Mya. Yuh have fe believe mi…mi love yuh puttus. Yuh his mi Hearth Hangel. Melodee ah fe mi past…mi ago come ah farrin and we ago do big tings Mya.

Melodee: I-I-I-I-I…I hate you you bast**d! I wish Rasta had killed you! You deserve whatever you get! Bumbocl** pu**yHOLE!

Melodee backs away from Delmar still muttering incoherently. She lowers her head in a feeble attempt to hide her tear streaked face. In her haste to leave Delmar, she almost trips over Ian in the wheelchair.

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Melodee: Excuse me sir…I-I-I…um..Ian! There you are. I’ve been looking for you. I was afraid you left me baby.

Ian: Is that right? Is that the real reason your face is wet from tears and ruined make-up? Little girl, you can’t play a true player. You take me for a fool, huh? I know that you left me for dead outside to run behind your little rastafarin joke.

Melodee: N-no…baby. I-I couldn’t f-find a wheelchair…nevermind…Baby…what did they say about y-yo-your foot? *Melodee bends down to place a kiss gingerly on Ian’s mouth. She caresses his bald head, and runs her hand down his shoulder and chest.*

Do yo-you still love me? Do you forgive me baby?

Ian: *chuckling snidely* Did you kiss your mop head the same way? Or, did he refuse to kiss you because you weren’t Mya?

Melodee: Wh-whaa? Ian, baby, whaa-what’s wrong? Why are you being so mean?

Ian: Darling…I’m good. I’m real good…well, I will be when I find out what happened to my ankle. I hope you don’t mind driving home, I’m afraid I won’t be able to manage the pedals for a while.

Melodee: You still want me to come to the hotel with you?

Ian: Of course Gem. Are you still going to work tomorrow? I was hoping you could drive me to the airport on your way to work, and I could drop the car off. Of course, I’m sure the hotel staff can get someone to help me, if you can’t.

Nurse: Mr. Royale? Sir, I’m here to take you for x-rays of your foot. Do you mind telling me how this happened?

Ian: *looks at Melodee, then back up at the nurse* It was an accident. I was playing around on the running board of my Navigator, and I slipped.

Nurse: I see. So, what happened to your eye?

Ian: My eye? My eye? What? Is my face messed up too?

Melodee: Calm down baby, it will disappear. It doesn’t look too bad.

Ian: PHOCK! I’m ready to get off of this he**hole island! All this sh** is beneath me!

Nurse: Sir, you need to calm down. You could be suffering from a mild concussion, as well as other internal injuries.

Ian: Lady, you don’t want to PHOCK with me right now okay? Let me see a mirror NOW!

Melodee: IAN!

Nurse: Mr. Royale, we can refuse to treat you, and send you on your way. Now, how do you wish to play this game?

Ian: phock! Just treat me so I can get out of here. Melodee, I need a mirror. Please.

Melodee: Okay-oh-okay baby. Please wait until the x-rays are done.

Ian: Fine. Whatever.

The nurse wheels Ian to get his x-ray, and Melodee follows meekly behind. She continues to re-play the recent scene with Delmar back in her head. He will never be called handsome again, thanks to Tradee’s distressed rage. Melodee knows that Delmar will no longer be a free man because he will be treated at Bellevue, then he will be sent to prison. As much as she loves him, she cannot and will not put her life on hold for a man that loved another woman so much that he killed for her. Melodee had thought at one point, their love was that strong. It was the reason she rushed to the hospital like a mad woman. Melodee had wanted to see if her love was enough to pull him out of his sudden madness. Delmar had not even recognized her or her voice; he had disappeared into the far recesses of his mind where Mya was the only person that mattered.

On the other hand, Ian worshipped at her feet. True, he had a temper, he was self-centered and spoiled. But, was that so bad? Ian had shown her that although he liked the best life had to offer, he had no problem providing her with the same. If she paid her cards right, she could probably get a nice place to stay out of him and quit the low paying job at the airport. Melodee thought that she could definitely get used to shopping and being a dutiful house wife. She would phock him when he wanted to phock, cook and clean and learn to love him. He would be her ticket to a better life in the States. Melodee picked up her pace, and held out a hand toward Ian as they made their way through the hospital. The hospital staff takes a series of x-rays on Ian’s foot, with some positions causing him to scream out in agony. The nurse tells Ian to get comfortable, as comfortable as possible in his situation, and that she and doctor will be back shortly with the results of the x-ray.

Melodee: I’m sorry this happened baby. I promise that I will take good care of you when we get home. I love you Ian.

Ian: Yeah. Wait. Wh-what did you just say?

Melodee: I said that I will take good care of you baby.

Ian: No. What did you say afterwards?

Melodee: What, that I loved you? You know that already baby. I hope you believe me. I’m not quick to use those words Ian. I love you. I realized it earlier, but I-I was afraid of it. *laughs nervously* This-this is the p-part where you tell me that you love me too.

Ian: Ha-ha. You really want to play me for a joke. I’ve been showing you that I was feeling you since I met you. You leave me for dead to run here for your ex. Then, you leave me again…knowing that I’m hurting…to see about your deranged fiancé. Now, you want me to just believe you love me because he doesn’t want you? Yeah, you think I’m a phocking fool. You know what…I don’t think I want you to be here or at the hotel. You can leave now. Take care of yourself, while your fiancé does time for murder and kidnapping. HA-HA! I’m in a phocking NIGHTMARE! SH**!

Melodee: Ian…wai-wait…

Doctor Denton: So, we meet again Ms.... I thought you were here for another…umm…IS this your fiancé too? Hello Mr. Royale. How are you holding up?

Ian: She is not my fiancé. As a matter of fact, she was just leaving. I’m in a lot of pain…but doing better now that you are here. You are simply stunning Doctor. OUCH! Whew. Doc can you please give me something for the pain?

Miss thank you so much for finding a nurse to help me inside. But, I’m in good hands now. I’m sure your fiancé misses you. I’m fine really. Goodbye Mya.

Doctor Denton: Well, my earlier impression of you was off base. What a nice act of random kindness. Thank you Mya for being just a kind person. Unfortunately, I do need to ask you to step outside, so I can talk to my patient. You know patient confidentiality.

Melodee: My name is not Mya. It’s Melodee. Ian you need to grow up. You got me once with this little jealousy game of yours, and it won’t happen again. I told you my visit here was to gain closure with Delmar. What I had with him is over. When you are ready to be the man I fell in love with, call me. I love you, in spite of you being an a** right now. I’m praying that your behavior is strictly based on the pain you are in. Good day Doctor Denton.

*Melodee walks quickly from the room, and stands with her back against the wall trying to slow the rapid beating of her heart. She had been rejected twice in the same day by different men that she loved in different ways. Melodee slid down the wall to the floor in defeat just outside of the examination room, as sobs racked her weary soul.*

Doctor Denton: I don’t know what I walked into, but good day ma’am…errr…Melodee. Mr. Royale, I need you to lie back on the table please. I need to examine your injuries a little closer. Let’s see now. Can you start from the beginning on how you got these injuries?

*The doctor pulls on latex gloves, and slowly begins examining the bruising around his eye, before moving lower to touch his ribs individually.*

Ian: Please doctor. I’ve had a long day. I just want to be treated so I can leave and fly back home. Will you please give me some pain medication? You are beautiful, but I don’t think your beauty alone will help me withstand this pain racking my body. Unless of course, you want to do something else to take my mind off of it. Your touch is exquisite…so genteel…so calming. Ummmmm…

Doctor Denton: Are you always this forward with women you don’t know? Mr. Royale, you are a very attractive man, and quite charming indeed. Trust me, there will be no alternatives to pain medication from me. However, I need to be frank with you. The break in your foot will require surgery to correct. You have several fractures in your ankle, and along the bones in your foot and toes. This brings me to the more pressing concern. Mr. Royale, on your medical questionnaire, you stated that you have never had a blood transfusion and you have never used recreational drugs or shared a needle with someone, is that correct?

Ian: Yes, it’s correct. What do those questions have to do with a broken foot?

Doctor Denton: As you know, we collect blood specimens as part of our normal work up for new patients. Well, Mr. Royale, there is no easy way to say this, so here it goes. Your blood tested positive for HIV. Now, HIV is no longer a death sent…

Ian: HIV? Are you serious? This is a JOKE! I just had a test done a few months ago, and I-I-I was negative. Your results have to be wrong. I do not have HIV. There is no way. You need to test me again Doctor.

Doctor Denton: Mr. Royale, I assure you that our tests are highly sophisticated and accurate. The tests are 99.98% accurate. The virus can lie dormant in your system for up to 10 years, which is why we recommend people at high risk be tested more frequently. People at high risk for contracting HIV are: gay men having unprotected sex or anyone engaging in unprotected sex with multiple partners, intravenous drug users, sharing needles or very rarely blood transfusions. With recent technology, we can almost certainly rule out blood transfusions because blood is more carefully screened.

Now, with every surgery, there is a possibility that a blood transfusion may be required. We can set your foot here for stability Mr. Royale, but it will not correct the breaks and fractures. I recommend that you go immediately to our hospital in Kingston, but you may feel more comfortable with your own orthopedic surgeon in the States. The same may hold true for obtaining prescriptions for the HIV. The medications are very expensive in Jamaica, and most insurance companies would not cover you treatment here. Do you want me to write up my professional recommendations for subsequent care in America?


Ian: I-I-I have to be dreaming. None of this is real. Not Toya getting married. Not me depleting my savings to come after her. Not me talking to you about me having HIV. I-I need a moment to think Doctor. Please. Just give me something for this throbbing pain, so I can think.

Doctor Denton: Fair enough. I will leave you alone for a few minutes. I will send a nurse to give you a pain med and a mild sedative before we temporiarly set your foot. Is there anyone you wish me to call?

Ian: Huh…uumm…uh…no. I can manage it. You will not discuss my prognosis with anyone right?

Doctor Denton: I assure you that my hospital works with the utmost respect for doctor-patient confidentiality. However, you are legally required to provide us with a list of names of your recent sexual partners here in Jamaica in order for them to be tested. You are also legally required to tell any new partners of your status before engaging in any sexual encounters Mr. Royale. You will need to consult your doctor and possible legal counsel for laws in America. Do you understand?

Ian: Yes. I understand. What about my rights? Where are my rights to privacy in all of this? Why am I being treated like the phocking villain? Someone gave me this sh**! Don’t I deserve some sembalance of compassion? Why is this happening to me? It can’t be real. This is a phocking nightmare…every minute and every second is a unreal nightmare.

Doctor Denton: I will leave you alone now. I’m sorry Mr. Royale.

Ian: *barely audible* Thank you. Dear God, what did I do to deserve this? Why me? WHY ME?

*After Ian sobs uncontrollably for a few minutes, he picks up the phone to make a call.*

Toya slips quietly from her husband’s warm, tight embrace. She notices that her left breast is bruised and purplish from Fitz’s overnight suckling. He had fallen asleep after their last earth shattering orgasm, but he had refused to let go of her nipple in his sleep. Whenever, she attempted to free herself, his mouth simply suctioned tighter, like that of a newborn baby. Toya’s nipple was not the only body part held captive as Fitz’s hand remained in close proximity to her vagina. He had continued to bring her to climax throughout the night in his sleep by fingering her urgently. It was as if his hand had a mind and life of its own. The tiniest movement from her, set off Fitz’s ardent attention to her breast, and her vagina. But, he never awakened from his sleep. Toya had been tempted to wake him a couple of times, but she was physically and emotionally drained. She feared that she would not have been up to the challenge of Fitz’s amazing girth and stamina. The drool pooling under her armpit, signaled that she could finally move without being brought to another mindblowing orgasm. Toya thought to herself again how much she loved this man, and how lucky she was to have married him. Even in grief and sleep, Fitz wanted to please her…and stake his claim on all of her.

Toya stood on wobbly legs, and went to the bathroom to freshen up and make breakfast. When she left the bathroom, she put on coffee, and stepped out to the verandah to have her daily talk with God.

Wooo!! jawi!!! Lawd this ere is too much!!! I'm even more enraptured with this story than ever before. Oh I hope Mel don't have the HIV, for the sake of her baby and all the poor souls in Jamaica that she'll end up coming into contact with.

Toya: Father, I thank you for all the blessings you have bestowed upon me…the tiniest and the largest…known and unknown. I come to you in humble faith and devotion, not questioning your infinite wisdom. Lord, I need you more than I have ever needed you before. Lord, I need you to bless and anoint my husband. I need you to carry him through his grief, and make him whole again. He is a son of yours Father. Keep him protected in his moment of weakness. God, I am asking that you guide and protect Travis in finding his way back to You. He is a good man, that was lead off the path toward You. Give him strength to be the man you desire him to be as a father, a husband, a brother and a son. We all fall short in the greatness of your love. Father, you have blessed Mya with the joy of motherhood. Thank you for bringing her closer to you, and letting her know that it is okay to allow herself to be loved. I come to you asking for peace, strength and wisdom for the rest of this journey. In loving devotion and Jesus’ mighty name. Amen.

Mya walks out to join Toya after she stops praying because she didn’t want to interrupt. Mya silently prayed along with Toya, and thanked the Lord for his merciful forgiveness and comfort.

Mya: Good Morning T sweetie. How is my brother holding up?

Jawi thank you for a great reading........I am begging you for more!

I really hope that Ian tells the doctor that he slept w/Melodee because she needs to be tested. I'm sorry for Ian but he's a nasty man and that girl he screed w/@ the airport set him up bad. I feel sorry for him and then again I don't have no remorse for his dirty ways.

Toya: *clearing her throat* Mya honey. It was a rough night. Don’t get me wrong, under different circumstances, I would be on cloud nine right now. My baby loved me through his grief, he didn’t push me away once. I half expected him to tuck away into a self-protective shell. But, he didn’t. Instead he clung to me like I was the last piece of driftwood and he was stranded out to sea.

Mya: I know…uh…um…well we heard. I mean, we weren’t trying to hear or be nosey…but you guys kind of woke us up. If you know what I mean.

Toya: *chuckling softly* Yeah, I know what you mean. We heard you guys too…which just urged him on. He made love to me so completely Mya, I can’t even begin to explain what I’m feeling right now.

Mya: Travis didn’t hold back either. He is racked with guilt over the entire situation.

Ditto, ditto!!! Great read! Yeah I hear you. Part of me feels sorry for dem too but they had it coming

Toya: Rasta cannot take the blame for his brother’s actions. His brother is struggling with internal demons, and there is nothing any of us could have done for him. You can’t blame yourself either. This ordeal was not about you My. It was just a matter of time before Delmar lost his inner struggle. Mya I can’t tell you how much I love Fitz. My love for him just grows stronger every day. He is such a wise and stronger man. It tears me up instead to see…to see…*begins sobbing and holding herself in a tight embrace* to see him so weak and broken. Wh-what what if I loose him Mya? I can’t loose…I just can’t Mya. OH GOD!

Mya: I think Travis knows that now. I’m wrestling with my own guilt too…but I’m strong…I’ll manage. I can’t believe how much has happened in such a short period of time Toya. I know you love him T, and he loves you just as much. He wouldn’t utter a word after the paramedics took his brother out of his arms, until he saw you and heard you. It’s okay honey. I know it has been tough on you too. You tried to keep a brave front on all day yesterday. It’s okay…I’m here. Come on honey, that’s what I’m here for. Hush baby. You are not going to loose Fitz. I heard you talking to God, don’t let Satan steal your faith. God will prevail. Hush baby. I know. I know. We are not going anywhere T. Fitz is strong, we all are. You’ll see.

Toya: Th-thank you My-Mya. What would I do without you girl. You are my best friend…my sister. I love you. I have to tell Rasta thank you too…for-for being there for my husband…and bringing you back safely.

Mya: I guess I should start breakfast. Our men will be up soon. Do you want to stay here for a while?

Toya: No…no. I need to stay busy. I started coffee, and had the intent of making breakfast. Come on…let’s get started. How are things with you and the baby?

Mya: We are good Toya. I still suffer from morning sickness, but it’s nothing I can’t handle. Travis seems convinced that I am carrying twins because I am beginning to show. Man, why did I fall in love with a..a…a…never mind. *chokes back her own tears and the nightmare replaying in her mind about Delmar* Let’s change the subject.

Toya: Okay. Listen Mya, real quick before we change the subject. I need your help in planning the funeral and stuff. None of Fitz’s family will be up to planning things right away…so I was hoping you and Rasta could help me out.

Mya…Uh…sure. No problem. I was going to cancel my flight, or postpone it, anyway. Travis needs me here right now too. I’m sure the clients at the modeling agency will understand. I may be able to convince them to shoot here in Jamaica. Anyway, they are my last concern right now. My family needs me here.

Congrats Chica...if you keep this up, you'll have 5 hearts in no time!!

Bless,
Gill

Lawd Gawd, mi hate fi wish bad pon peole...but Jah knoa...Ian deserve hevery bad horrible wickid sittin' appen tuh his claat righta now!!! PAYBACK IS A BI*CH, M-Fer!!!

Bwoy, like mi Granny used tuh seh..."Hevery dawg ave is deh!!" Dyam right Granny...Dyam right!!

Bless,
Gill

Tradee: Mya! Oh God baby! *scoops Mya up in a tight embrace* I-I-I got so scared. I’m sorry…but I got so scared when I woke up and you were gone. I love you baby. I love you. Oh. I’m sorry Toya. I didn’t see you. Good Morning. How is my bredrin? How are you Empress Toya?

Toya: Good morning Rasta. It’s okay. I understand. I’m holding. Fitz is sleeping…I should really…I should really go check on him now. I’ll be back. Excuse me guys. Help yourselves to whatever we have in here.

Mya: I love you too Travis. I’m sorry baby. I didn’t want to wake you. You were sleeping so peacefully. Did you have another nightmare? I had them too. Travis baby, I’m cancelling my flight home. You and Toya and Fitz need me here. I wouldn’t be any good to the client because I would be worried about everyone here anyway…so.

Tradee: I failed you Empress. I promised to protect you and keep you safe. I let him hurt you. Look at your beautiful face. Sh**! I’m so so so sorry Mya. I’m sorry baby.

Mya: Stop being so hard on yourself Travis. You did protect me and you kept me safe. You kept your brother from doing something far worse to me. You kept him from-from-from possibly raping me…or or ki-killing me. You didn’t let anyone down baby. There was nothing you could have done differently to keep Frowzy here. Delmar would have killed one of us that day. It was unfortunate that it happened to any of us, but it is not your fault. Come here baby.

Mya stands on the tips of her toes to place a kiss softly on Tradee’s closed lids, his nose and lastly his warm mouth. Their kiss quickly deepens and Mya pushes Tradee into the wall as she presses her body closer to his hardened core and tight abs.

Tradee: Grrrr…wh-what. Are. You. Doing. To. Me. Girl?

Mya: I’m hungry. I’m. So. Hungry. Baby. But…but I-I don’t want food right now. Pick me up right now damnit, and carry me to our room. I want to make you forget…I want you to make me forget. I want you to make love to me again Travis. I want to feel your arms and hands wrapped around my waist. I need to feel your lips and fingers on my tender breasts. Please make love to me Rasta. Breakfast can wait. Don’t make me wait.

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This story never ceases to amaze me. Jawi this is great!!!

Toya: Good Morning my handsome King. How did you sleep last night baby?

Fitz: Mawnin puttus. I didn’t really sleep much. I feel so tired. My jaws hurt and my fingers are cramped.

Toya: Ah…um there is a reason for both. Fitz baby, you made loved to me all night in your sleep.

Fitz: I did? How? Mi cocky nuh pain mi.

Toya: You sucked my breast all night…and you gave me multiple orgasms all night with your fingers. See, look at my breast.

Fitz: Bumbo! Why yuh neva stop mi babes? I’m sorry for bruising you. I didn’t hurt you did I?

Toya: Uh…well. I tried at first because I was so tired from our earlier session. Then, when I realized you were resting peacefully, I just dozed off and enjoyed the wonderful sensations coursing through my body. It was nice to be awakened by a real wet dream. Enough about me, is there anything you need honey? I was just about to make breakfast, and decided to come check on you.

Fitz: Baby, I can’t think about food. I don’t I can keep it down. Do you mind getting me some tea though? I just want to sleep. I’m sorry baby.

Toya: I’ll be right back with the tea. Don’t apologize baby. Whatever you need, I’m here. Do you want me to stay with you while you sleep?

Fitz: Yeah, do you mind? How is granny and Jr. doing? My mom…oh God. Is she okay?

Toya: They are both fine. My parents are with them. Trying to help out as much as possible. My mother will be taking your mother out today for a day of pampering, and my dad is doing things around the house for granny. They told me that it was okay for me to stay here with you and make sure you were okay.

Fitz: Thank you baby. How did I ever make it without you Mrs. Davidson? Did Mya and Rasta go back to the hotel last night?

Toya: No, they stayed overnight. They are still here actually. Maybe, you’ll be up to saying hello later?

Fitz: Yeah man. Tell them that I really appreciate them for being here.

Toya: I will. I love you Fitz. Let me go get your tea, and we can talk some more okay.

Fitz: Yeah man. Love you more.

Toya walks into the kitchen to find Mya and Travis clinging to each other inside of the open refrigerator. They are in caught in the throes of passion, and the sexual heat is thick and obtrusive. Toya would have slipped back out unnoticed, but her husband requested tea.

Toya: HerHUMMMPPHH! Get a room already. Ha-ha. I didn’t mean to disturb you guys. I just need to make some tea.

Tradee: Uh-uh. Bumbo. I’m sorry Empress. We got carried away. I already heated water for tea on the stove. You should make some root tea. You want me to make it?

Toya: Uh…yeah thanks. The only tea I know how to brew comes in a bag with a string on it. Mya you okay honey?

Mya: oooo…yeah. I’ll be okay in a minute. Sorry about you walking in on us making out in your kitchen T.

Toya: It’s okay…really. You just gave me some ideas for later with my hubby.

Tradee: Here is the tea, it will help Fitz regain some of his strength and vitality. Tell Fitz mi here fe him…if yuh or im need anything let me know zeen. Nuff respect and good vibes. Oonu mi friends and mi family.

Toya: Strength and vitality…just what I need. Ha-ha. Okay, I’m going in…wish me luck. Rasta…Mya, I can’t express how much we appreciate you both for staying here. Fitz feels the same about you guys, and so do I. He may get the strength to come out a little later okay. Help yourselves. Our refrigerator, is your refrigerator. Love you both.

Mya: Love you too baby.