Knowing what you want and allowing what you don't want is surely an hard thing and Demar had been biding his time. One thing for certain is that he did not want to be a don, having to be constantly looking over his shoulders and murdering people. He...
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"Thanks, yuh good?" I thanked and ask Dean as she handed me my breakfast.
She turn her bright sparkling eyes at me and answers. "Sure."
I smile, such lovely breakfast so early I thought and hug her from behind while she stirs a pot of tea on the stove, she turns in my embrace and tip up and I lean my head town meeting her lips. I moan in ecstasy as she sucked on my tongue and lips, I could only stare at her with open affection as we parted for breath. I close my eyes and hug her tightly, but we pull apart as footsteps came towards us.
"Desmond!" I hear Ms. Jennifer calls as he appeared in the door way.
"Yes, good morning," he answers turning around.
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I took up my plate and begin eating, salt mackerel rundung with yam, Irish potato and banana. A few slice of fried ripe plantains help to adorn my meal and a mello scotch bonnet green pepper, just the way I like it.
"Mi waan ask yuh a question," Ms. Jennifer says to Desmond outside the doorway.
"A dwo sleep lastnight, a because wi want a happier life dan wha wi did have mek we affi lef wi nice and comfortable house a Jamaica come here don't?" She says and ask him.
I glance at Dean who had pause and was listening, she shook her head and begin pouring out the tea. "Mi nuh like hypocrisy and if we a live together as a family mi expect wi fi can agree upon things," Ms. Jennifer says firmly to which Desmond nods in agreement.
"Mi a tell yuh how me stay now, yesterday we talk bout to things dem wey a nwam out by yuh 'oman and pickney dem, were we quarreling?" She stated then ask.
"No," he says in response.
"A'right hear me now, yuh so like how you and yuh wife a buy food a pack up ina uno tent, nuh come in yah suh fi nutn not even hot water. Anything wey uno have in a dah container yah mi a put out todey because mi nah mek uno nwam out di things dem nuh more dan cock up and a enjoy fi uno own by uno self," Ms. Jennifer stated stern and angrily.
