Long Overdue: Piggy Play Too Much

My daddy had dropped me off. Still I needed to be steps ahead of everybody else. I knew where he'd been staying. Thing is hard as he tried to resist though, he wanted me. It was something about me that I knew  Michael Gatlin wanted to tame. Now here we are. I'm stark naked and on my knees before this handsome man. I had handcuffed him to the chair. I wanted to render him powerless. He might be worried if he knew the last man I'd made love to I had blown his brains out afterwards. I rubbed his legs and thighs through the expensive Italian material. He groaned. I bit at the fly of his pants and blew warm air. He growled, "What are you doing Courtney?" I smiled and kissed his mouth. Slid my hand down his pants and I found him. Hard. Unzipped his pants and rubbed him. Arched my back at the right time. Licked my lips. With my hand gripped around his member I toyed with him. "Daddy, tell me what you want me to do." His eyes glazed over. "Piggy, you're in control." That's what I wanted to hear. I took him in my mouth. I'm wet. Excited to please him. For months we played this game where I would model for him and he would watch me from his office. On my knees palms on his thighs, I worked my jaws and gag reflex. The ectasy on his face was satisfying to me. I touched myself. "Courtney, I wanna be inside you." I kept sucking him. His smell. His taste. Seeing that he wanted to be free of these handcuffs so that he could get to me was priceless. "Don't cum!" He groaned. I sucked on his and continued to apply pressure. "Don't cum Gatlin." I blew cirlces and kissed simultaneously on his balls. He howled. "Don't cum." Then I just stopped. I figured him a Magnum man. I was right. "You want me to stop?" He shook his head. "Come on Daddy, I need you to talk to me." Voice deep. It stirred something in me. "No Courtney, please don't." I kissed the head of his dick and slid the condom on. Uncuffed him from the chair and it was like separating Banner from Hulk. He over powered me. Picked me up and laid me on the bed. Ass up he kissed me on my clit and pushed his way inside. It hurt in the best way. Wrapped my thick legs around him and squeezed him as my body welcomed him in. He stroked. I scratched. He pushed. I squeezed. I took him in like my body needed it. We went at it like starved people. I cleaned us up when we were done. He's asleep now. No alcohol or sleep aides got him there tonite. It was me. I took the glass that we drank from. No DNA needed to be left here. I let myself out just as I had let myself in. I would see the FBI fixer again and real soon I knew. Placed his pistol back where I found it. I went back to my room on the other side of the same hotel. Here I was now. Still needing something. Lonely. I text LV. He text right back. Replaying the conversation I had just had with my daddy. "Trouble, this life ain't for you. And even if it is, I'm telling you, it gets old." What he said had affected me. I'm laying on my back looking at the ceiling. How much really was all this worth to me? I mean here it is my Mattie Mae was dying. My daddy had come back but I didn't know for how long. I wasn't spending enough time with my Piglet like I should. And now Katy was dead too now. Effed up thing about that was that I felt like I had brought her killer into the city. Wondered what Shannon Monet would do? I need to get high. No Courtney. Fuck that. It's time you get a handle on this shit. When things get hard I just wanna get high and forget about it. I needed to check in with Meika B. "Hey lady, what's up?" "Meika B, am I going to hell?" "Probably Piggy. We all are, if we don't find some kind of balance." Tameika Benford didn't hold no punches that's for sure. And from the moment she held my hair back when I got sick from getting high I knew she was solid. We went over the numbers and cash flow. I hung up with her. I was lonely but I knew that living on the top would be. I still say my prayers. I know He know me better than anybody. I pray for forgiveness. I pray for strength. Mostly I pray for peace which is crazy because I'm usually the one disturbing the peace. Houston and its taking has been the only thing on my mind lately but now I reckon I'm having what is known as residual regret. They're playing Django's Theme music on Pandora. I think I need to work on my own theme music. I just laid the FBI fixer and I'm now a wanted woman. Cognac and a sleeping pill hoping that sleep come easy.

Gatlin Gauges Pretty Piggy

Ok so I guess my plan had backfired. I thought if I gave Courtney so more time, I could get her to trust me and then we move in. She hadn't bit. Now she on the run. Her loyalty in this city runs deep. No one would give her up. Now he out. I had an opportunity to get both of them and I started thinking with my you know what. It was something about her I couldn't shake. Even when she slick threatened me, it excited me. Her physical beauty was obvious but it was the way she was that drove me crazy. She handled men in a way where you knew you was king but she let you know it was her world at the same time. She confused and intrigued me. Here I was risking my career. I wanted to save her but I had been hand picked to bring her down. She called me Gatlin, my last name so easily. She cooked for me. Made my plate. I watched her manicured hands grip that coffee cup. Watched her as she methodically bit her bottom lip when she was deep in thought. I wonder what made this beautiful creature the way she was. Murder. Pillaging. What turns a woman into a monster. I understand that ______ is her father but still. I got boxes on Ms.Courtney Danielle Coyle. Files of her accomplishments with the department. A whole slew of pictures of her in different stages of her life. I look around. Living out of hotel rooms. I survive on expensive steaks, fine cigars and rich Bourbons. Still lonely though. Women came at me like I'm some federal rock star. I guess I am. Amazing where this badge get you. Here's a picture of her standing in the window of her office. She's wearing a grey tshirt. The imprint of her lacy bra is clear. Tight levi jeans. No makeup. Clear lipgloss. Sexy wrinkles in her forehead. She's thinking about something or someone. Another picture with her back turned. I see her with her harness on. Locks down her back. Nice backside. That leopard spotted tattoo going down her arm. I reminisce about the times she would undress and masturbate for me. I knew then she was something else. She would model shoes for me. I would sit close to a thousand feet away in another building and watch her. Imagine what she felt like. I could feel her hands running down my chest. Wondered what her lips felt like on the smoothness of my bald head. I loved her voice and that thick country accent of hers. Wondered what her kisses would feel like on my-Shit! That's my phone ringing. Hell its the department ringing in. Not really ready to talk to them either. I had a lot of explaining to do. I had let a Southern Vixen cloud my judgement. So much to the point I violated the oath of my shield. What the hell was that? "What the hell you doing here?" Dressed in a black tshirt and black running tights. Black airmaxs. Hair in a ponytail. "Gatlin, you ain't happy to see me." I got a hard on just like that. I scanned the room for my gun. She had it on her. "Sit down bae let's talk." How the hell she get in here? "Courtney, what is this?" She walked towards me and her perfume stirred something in me. On tiptoes she stood and rubbed her face against my beard and I hear her moan. "You know Gatlin, I've wanted to do that since the first time I met you." She kissed my lips. Lord if this is the night I die, can I do so between the legs of this South Texas horse. Everything about her turned me on and I'm sure the feeling is mutual. She poisonous though. With my gun to me she orders me to sit down again. I obey. Glad to do it. She sits the pistol down. Her nails are painted red. "Courtney, what is this about?" She takes a sip of my brandy and smears red lipstick on the rim of it. Holds the glass to me where I can sip. Turns the glass where her lipstick is and I drink. She kiss me behind my ear and I almost explode. Handcuffs. Standard issue. She handcuffs me. Staring at the front of my pants. She knows the effect she has on me. Smiles.Her touch feels great. The chair I'm sitting in is leather. Wingback. She straddles me. "Somebody glad to see me." I want to flip this chair over so that I'm on top of her. Kisses my neck. "You smell good Gatlin. I'm sure you always do though." She let her hair brush up against my chest. I think the nape of this chick's neck is gorgeous. I kissed and licked her there. She growled. "This my game Gatlin." "What you want from me Piggy?" She stared at me with those piercing eyes of hers. Almost like she she was trying to see into me. I looked down. The thickness of her hips and thighs. I'm watching the swell of her breasts. Its intense. "So you let me go, Gatlin. Why?" She lean forward grab my face and rubbed her pretty face against my beard. She appreciated the time and upkeep I put into it I see. She takes off her socks and Air Max. Pretty feet. Toes painted the same shade of red. She tugged off her running tights. She's not wearing any panties. That lusciouness between her legs almost bald as my head. It had a tattoo of a Tiger's head. Clitoris pierced. She pulled her Tshirt over her head and I wanted to touch myself. Unhooked her bra and freed the girls from their satin fortress. Panther tattooed on her right thigh. She walked back over to me naked as the day she was born. "Michael, let's talk." She hit play on my Pandora and Con Funk Shun's Love's Train. She unbuttoned my shirt. I wanted to cup my hands down her ass but I'm handcuffed. She whispers, "Daddy, what you want me to do?" She'll be a righteous lover, Confunkshun? I watch her slide down. Her back is even pretty. This venoumous pretty creature is offering me man's greatest gift. If I die tonite. Her hands are on the fly of my Italian slacks.

Piggy and her Daddy....

It's him! I'm trying to adjust. This could very well be a cruel trick that my cerebrum is playing on me. I hadn't seen my daddy in years. It had been months since I'd even talked to him. He looked the same just older. He walked towards me with his hands up. I lowered my pistol and looked around. There was noone here but us. I still continued to maintain this property. We owned close to twenty heads of cattle. There was a couple hogs. Eighteen horses and plenty chickens. I paid a staff well to keep it up and every now and then I would come out here to take a look at the place myself. Courtney Danielle was painted big and bold across the rust colored barn. My daddy was crazy about his Trouble. My heart was beating a mile a minute because as I get closer to him, I can't contain my excitement. The front door of the SUV he was in opens. It's Thompson. What the hell he doing here, and why was he with my daddy. I raised my pistol and kept my eyes on Thompson. He raised his hands in surrender. "Easy Trouble. Thompson with me. This your daddy baby." "Thompson work for me, Daddy. How you know him?" He gave me that easy smile that works on all the women in his life. Coal black my daddy is. His once jet black hair was now distinguishly sprinkled with gray but he was still handsome as the day is long. "Trouble, we need to talk." I looked at Thompson, he nodded and lowered his hands. "Lonzo, I'm good and I don't mean you no harm. You know that. I just bought your daddy out here. You know it ain't safe for him in these streets by himself." He had a point. I wonder when he got in town. Hell I would've sent for him. Then again I'm now wanted myself. I guess like father like daugheter. I put my pistol away and wrapped myself in the arms of a man who I knew loved me unconditionally. "Trouble, I missed you like you wouldn't believe. Look at you." I hugged him tight but gave Lt. Derrick Thompson the look of death. I didn't like being blindsided. He could've called me and gave me the heads up. "Thompson, you stay here. I'mma take a walk with my old man." "You got it Lonzo." He insisted on calling me that. I had to laugh about it. "Damn Trouble, you got respect like that. They call your name like you a boss." I don't say anything. "You don't wanna talk, kiddo?" I looked up at him. Tears in my eyes and shook my head. "Its okay then Trouble. I need  you to listen to me." I held his hand and squeezed it. "This ain't for you. You don't even look the same baby. I heard you doing your thang. Part of me proud of you and then another part of me is ashamed. Shamed of how you saw me do all the dirt I did." I rubbed his hand inside of mine. Here he was harbouring guilt from the mistakes I was making. I listened. "Trouble, you gotta think about my grandbaby. You don't want this for him. Eventually them white folks gone come after you and the state of Texas won't care nothing about you being a woman." He was right. I knew that I wouldn't have longevity in this. "Daddy, I effed up. Ain't no turning back now. I got a federal murder case now." I saw tears stream my daddy's face. I couldn't even force any to come from my own eyes. ______ crying? The only thing in this world could make him cry is his Trouble. Now I hear my son's laughter and I see him growing up. I need that. He don't deserve this either. What happened to me? I used to be a good girl. We walking now in silence still holding hands. "Daddy, I missed you." "I missed you too. I just want you to be ok. You my baby girl. My last daughter. How is it that you more like me than any other of my children?" "Daddy, they're looking for me now. I don't really know what to do." I could see the worry lines in his forehead. "I can put you up Trouble. You got an attorney?" I nodded my head. "Hell you good then. You a high ranking Houston police officer. A good lawyer could get you off from this no problem. Did you do it?" I turned around and looked him in the eyes. Didn't say anything. He looked away after a moment. "Okay Trouble. Daddy take care of it. This my mess. I'm gone clean this up." We stopped walking and I could feel my spidey senses tingling. I saw Thompson in the field waiting. "He work for me Daddy, but I feel like he a snake. I don't trust him." My daddy chuckled. "What should we do about Lieu Thompson?" I didn't think Thompson was a total snake. But something in me told me not to fully trust him just yet. "Daddy he cool for right now." "Girl you look just like your mama. I swear. How is she?" "Why don't you call and ask her. I'm sure she be glad to hear from you." "Naw I doubt it. Your mama always was too good for me." My mama loved my daddy like you wouldn't believe. "Call her daddy." My cell phone rings. Its Meika. "Hey chick." "Hey where you at?" She sounded funny. "I'm around the corner. What's up?" "I'm tired chick. Fiona shoes, wearing them will make you tired." They're listening. "Its cool lady. I'll see you another time then." The line went dead. "What's wrong, Trouble?" "My dawg. They got her. Her phone tapped and she letting me know." "Come on let's get off this road. Grab your stuff." Thompson wasn't anywhere around. I used my dad's cell phone to call him. "Hey this my daddy.He all I got." "Relax, Lonzo. I know that." I hung up on him. He got the message loud and clear. I LoVe you kid. I smiled. It was a text message from him. It was needed. My daddy got behind the wheel of my car. Turned on my radio and Cowgirls dont Cry come on. I love Brooks and Dunn. Turned it down low enough where he could hear me sob. "Daddy you're back. Now don't leave me. I need you." He kissed my forehead and shifted gears. We were both changed people. Daddy and daddy's little girl however daddy's little girl was now the wanted King of Houston. Imagine that.

LoVe and Chinese Laundry

She looks good even on T.V. First degree murder of a federal agent?! Damn Piggie. I didn't know how far gone she was. Then again it always more than one side to a story. They say they have rounded up her whole team. Wonder where she is? I wanna call her. Piggie is my friend but I swear she pull on the strings of my heart. My missus don't understand our relationship. Hell I wanted Piggie to tell her she was gay. It'd make my life a helluva lot easier. She was in trouble and I felt a lil helpless at this point. I'm watching my baby sleep. I love this little girl like you wouldn't believe and I'd give my life today if I knew that it would guarantee her the world. They doing a whole spread on her on channel 13. Damn, she not answering me. I text her. Call me succa. I had made plans for my Piggie. She needed my help on the finance end of her businessess and I would be there for her. I had no idea this was what she was facing also. I play back our last conversation. "The nightmares wont stop bae." "Piggie that's why you got to take your sessions seriously. Are you saying your prayers?" She got quiet. Didn't say anything. Me and Piggie was similar in many ways. She could be quiet and say nothing to me but yet she has said it all. I interpret and understand her silence and she is a sounding board for my madness. Text message. Bae, um good. I felt a lil better. I swear its crazy having a narcissistic shoe addicted cop for a best friend. I knew she could handle herself but it never stopped me from worrying about her. _____ was definitely back. I'm still tryna figure out what that really meant for Houston. I needed to see her. Find out if she had heard from him. I knew how she was about her daddy. She talk him about like he a mythical figure. Hope my little girl feel the same way about me one day. Who is this knocking on my door like this. Unmarked Crown Victoria huh. Police. "Levon Walton?" I nod my head. "FBI. We have some questions regarding Sgt. Courtney Coyle. May we come in?" Here we go. "To be honest, I prefer if we stay here." I closed my door and step outside on the front porch. "I'm agent Michael Gatlin. I understand that you and Coyle are rather close." I already didn't like this mf. He was smug and arrogant. He didn't fit the normal description of an FBI agent to begin with. Too flashy. "Yeah, Piggie and I are very good friends. Why is that the concern of the FBI?" He looked away and laughed a bit. Yeah whatever you think you gone get from me, it ain't happening. My love thick for Piggie and Piggie's love thick for me. "Mr. Walton, you won't be doing her a favor by withholding any information from us. She will be caught. She's accused of killing a federal agent." "Gatlin? That's what you said your name is. I tell you what. Since she will be caught, you don't need any information from me." Smug S.O.B. He laid his card on my porch railing. "If you can think of anything then call me." I snorted. Yeah wait on that. I watch him get in his car and drive away. They drove right past her. Piggie was my bitch. I say that because no matter what other man she belonged to, she would always belong to me. No matter what. We were friends for real. Hard to explain our relationship. No titles. She was plain jane today but that was alright with me. I saw her car parked down the way. She picked up his business card. "Gatlin something else. Well damn nigga, you ain't glad to see your best friend?" On tip toes she kissed my lips. "Come on here girl before somebody see you." I wiped her lipgloss from my lips and patted her ass as I followed her into my home. It was just me and baby girl here. My old lady was at work and I was tryna get out myself. She sat down shaking. I knew what this was about. "Piggie, my G, you need to handle this." "Bae, umma be sick. I need something. In my bag is a Chinese Laundry sandal. Get it for me." This habit of hers had gotten worse. I made her go into the guest room. I checked on baby girl and she was sleeping. I watched Courtney roll the sleeve of her shirt up. She tied a shoestring above her vein. Laid the sandal on it. Head back. My friend had a problem. I went into the bathroom and got her some tissue. She blew her nose. I held her while the shaking calmed. "It wasn't always like this LV." "Just be cool hunnie bunnie." We both burst out laughing. I heard her phone ring and Brandy's I wanna be down came on. I shake my head. She don't answer it. "I gotta go LoVe." "You straight?" She nodd her head. She get up like its gametime. Resillent. I give her that. She was just shaking a minute ago. Now she was back in beast mode. "I'm on my way to Meika B's. I needed to come see you. I'm selfish. Don't want you involved in this. But I had to come see you." She knew Gatlin had been by but she didn't even need to ask me if I had gave up any info. She know me. She hugged my neck and kissed my cheek. I watched her leave. Piggie was like no other woman I knew. She drove me crazy with her childish antics. She was dangerous. Her eyes was cold but what you saw is what you got. I had to respect that. She thought I was the livest thing walking. She would love me forever. That's the text I got from her. I just hoped this wouldn't be the last time I saw her. I wanted to and was glad I was down with Piggie. She drove off and now I'm tryna figure out where I was going to take my best girl to on a date. The park to play or Chuck E. Cheese.

Consequences Wait: Piggy and her DADDY

I'm beside myself now. My daddy is home. Couldn't really talk to him because of Gatlin breathing down my throat. He initially act like he got my back but as soon as _____ name comes up, he back into the federal agent mode. "Piggy, you know your father has embarrassed the agency. He's a wanted fugitive." I fold my arms across my chest. "Presumably so am I. You turned your back to that." I walked past him back into the kitchen. He followed. You couldn't play mind games with me. I invented them. Gatlin was different though. Didn't really know what his motives were. I mean what would he gain by letting me go. I knew eventually those charges and that indictment I would have to answer to. It happens. But Gatlin had bought me more time. He kissed his card and placed it in my hand. "Piggy, do what you gotta do." On tiptoes I kissed his handsome cheek. I let my lips linger there long enough for him to smell Rare Gold. Long enough for him to imagine what the inside of my Bermuda Triangle felt like. I knew he could imagine me whispering dirty things. I grabbed his forearm and I heard him groan. I bit him gently on the cheek. "Piggy, you something else." I smiled. "You have no idea." He left. I knew I didn't have much time tho. I went upstairs and kissed my piglet. "Mommy loves you know that right?" He nodded. "Well mommy gotta go in you hear? I need you to take care of Mattie until I get back. I want you two to chill. Don't answer the door for nobody. If you go somewhere call me and let me know." My little man had tears in his eyes but there was no fear. I knew this was hard on him. I kissed him and held him. He went right back to watching cartoons. Its funny how resilent kids are. I went in to talk with Mattie. She was sitting at her window. She had taken her wig off and I could see the smooth contour of her bald head. I walked up behind her and kissed it. "He's back isn't he?" I sat beside her. "He is Mattie. I talked to him." "All those policemen that were here. They were here for you?" I nodded my head. She got up and went into her closet. Came out with a shoebox. "I keep this here for a rainy day. Rest I keep down at JP Morgan Chase." She laid into my hand almost ten thousand dollars. "Take that and you get away long as you need to. I'll call Brian and let him know I got Cobee. You got yourself a good lawyer?" I nodded my head again. Put my head down. This woman loved me no matter what. "Courtney, I can't tell you what to do. I just want you to be careful. You know I want a better life for you. You are not him Courtney Coyle." She kissed my forehead. I gave her the same instructions I gave to my son. "Mattie Mae, I'm serious. You go anywhere you call me coming or going." She politely cussed me in French. I gotta get outta here. I call Meika B. "Hey lady, I gotta get outta here. Where you at?" "Im at home. You need me?" "Like Batman need Robin." I hung up. I threw a few things in a bag. My .40 was loaded. I slipped on a pair of Coach Tennis shoes. Lipgloss. My phone started playing Pandora and I didn't turn it off. I heard Mary J. wailing away about how she was going down. I sprayed misting spray into my blonde locks and put on a headband. Dark sunglasses. I pulled my Camaro out of the garage. I saw two federal cars across the street. I saw one door open. I got in my car and I started it. One foot on the clutch the other on the gas. Reverse. I was gone. In my rearview was my home and the closest thing to family I knew. We wasn't even blood related. In my windshield for the first time I was looking at uncertainty. She sang Sleep don't come easy. I'm going chick you have no idea. All the effed up things I've done is flashing through my mind. Then I think about LV. I wanna run to him. My trusted friend but he got a family and I would never jeopardize that. At this moment though I wanted him to move a lock from my face and tell me this too would pass. But I knew I would hear another dose of realness from my raven beauty. More than a sidekick Meika kept me grounded. I had been tailed. No worries I was used to this. I shifted gears and took a back street down towards Kirby. The asshole kept two cars behind me. I ducked down a raggedy road going back towards my mama and daddy's farm. I couldn't see who it was. Reckon whoever this was didn't know that I was now in survival mode more than ever. I kept driving but then I took my pistol off safety. I was a helluva shot standing still but I was cold moving too. I pulled my car onto the south entrance of my daddy's stables. The suburban pulled in about a thousand yards away. Dear God, I'm repenting now for what you know I have to do. The door of the suburban opens. I aim my pistol. He come out with his hands up. My heart has butterflies in it. "Trouble, its me!!!" Black has never been more beautiful to me so no MJB ain't nothing going down. My daddy is alive! Houston and its taking will have to wait.

_______ Learns the Truth about Trouble

Courtney would always be my little girl. I could tell how excited she was to hear from me. All this she doing has got my nerves bad though. My little girl is running Houston's underworld. I went to see Mike Walker the other day. Can't believe it but my boy is a new man. Straight family oriented. Hell I remember when we ran these streets together. I wasn't mad at him though. If you could get out this game with your hands somewhat clean then I say do it. That's why I did not want this for my little girl. She in over her head, I bet. But then again Mike Walker said she was handling herself. Wonder what her mama think about it? I missed Linda like you wouldn't believe. She was a helluva woman. I wanted Courtney to get the very best of her mother and the very least of me. Things happen I reckon. I've been in Cuba the last six years. No complaints. I live good. Castro takes care of niggas over there all cause he hate the United States. Time and looking over your shoulder will change a man. The only thing brought me back to Houston was that telegram I received from Blair months back. He said that Trouble had killed Ivory Albro and was running Houston. Didn't believe it at first. Now my buddy Mike Walker had confirmed it. This wasn't for her. Not my baby girl. The Doubletree is still nice. I ordered a bottle of Brandy and had it sent up here to my room. Couldn't risk being seen down in the lobby. Still don't feel like its been long enough. I love this city. But I wouldn't die for it nor spend the rest of my natural life in jail for it either. Courtney Danielle Coyle needed to understand this as well. I mean she had a career. I didn't approve initially when she told me she was going to the academy. I didn't mind much when her brother decided that he would. Its different with your girls though. I needed to put my eyes on her. I didn't want to rush it. Had to be at the right time. There was so much I had to ask her. I'm hearing she done popped a federal agent. God I hope that's not true. Been in cahoots with Shannon Monet. That dirty bitch. When I heard they had bombed her car and that she was dead that nearly killed me. Truth be told Trouble had nine lives I guess. Just like her old man. Just knowing the shit I put her and all her other brothers and sisters through, it baffles me why she wanna put my grandson through it. I been getting pictures of him. He sharp. Her belly was swollen with him when I left. Never met him. I hear tell she name him Courtney. My Trouble got a junior. How about that? I wonder where this nigga Thompson is? Something about him don't rub me good either. He said he had some information for me. He seemed alright but years in these streets has taught me that ain't nobody alright. He said he would call when he was headed up here. Its okay. This .357 magnum ain't never let me down. This pistol I've had as long as I've had Trouble. My phone ringing. Where the hell did I put it? My old buddy from the left coast, Henry Hamilton. "Hamilton, what's shaking?" "Nothing old man, calling to see you if you had made it there ok." Hamilton I met back in the feds. He was a slick talking freckled face cat from California. Always talking about us country boys down South. I told him he had better have something to stand behind all that mouth of his. Turn out he did. He was a boss in his neck of the woods and had gotten caught up across state lines. That's how he ended up in Leavensworth with my ass. "You still need that issue ______?" "Yeah, when can I expect it?" "Tuesday." That bastard hung the phone up on me. Thorough. Shit we know better than to keep up too much convo on these cell phones. One day them youngstas gone learn. Still thinking about whether or not I'm gone call Belinda. I know I'm probably the last person she wanna see. I put her through it. This Pandora shit is cool though. Listen to me some Tyrone Davis. This was it back in the day. Oh this Thompson calling now. "Come on up man. I know you by yourself right." "Yeah." He an old country Mississippi nigga. Talk just like my wife people. That's him knocking. Grab my pistol. He standing here. Slacks. Shirt. Loose tie. HPD badge. Just like the one my Trouble got. I figure I wouldn't spend my life behind bars for nothing and noone but my kids. Turn myself in and then Trouble will see she got other things to live for. I figure Thompson could help me do that. "_______ I can't be apart of this." I took a swig of Brandy. "What the hell you talking about?" He chuckled. "I work for C.C. She'd tear up Harris County if she knew I was responsible for turning you in and I didn't talk to her first." What? Trouble doing it like this? My little girl handling Houston like this? This grown ass man. Lieutenant. He standing there telling me he wouldn't go against my little girl. I poured him a drink. "I don't know where C.C. come from. Well she yours. She single handedly has taken over. They on to her but then so far from her." I didn't know if I should worry or be proud. There ain't nothing you can do with a woman like Courtney Coyle but love her!!! My baby...Houston what you gone do?

Piggy's Daddy and a Crossroad

I don't know why Gatlin let me make it. He seemed surprised that I even knew who he was. I mean it was agents everywhere and he let me go. Naturally I invited him in for breakfast. He obliged. It was then I realized that I was inappropriately dressed. I excused myself upstairs. My Mattie Mae was still asleep. I put on a bra. Grey T.shirt. Dungarees. House Slippers. Went back downstairs. Typical G-man. Only he had style. Still even with all those designer tags on you could see law enforcement. I watched him look at the pictures on my Mattie Mae's wall. I startled him a lil bit. "You want some coffee?" "Yeah I'll take a cup. Beautiful woman." He was looking at a portrait of Madison Hayes. An old picture from her years at Prairie View A&M. "Thank you. I got some eggs and grits. Sausage and pork chops. Follow me." I think he intrigued by me. I don't really know why. I'm more intrigued by him. He's not your typical agent. Reckon that's why he is where he is with the bureau. So much for all that now. They were after me and my whole team. And Gatlin had just pissed them off. My piglet comes in. "Who are you?" He smiles. Extends his hand. "My name is Michael. Nice to meet you." Cobee stares at him for a bit. Shakes his hand. "My name is Courtney but most everybody call me Cobee." I smile. He's such a man. Six years ago, I fell in love in an all new way. Gatlin winks at me. I fix Cobee's plate and he takes it in the den. Gatlin sits down at the table. "So you cook too?" I put grits and eggs and a pork chop on his plate. "Yeah, does that surprise you? Rough and tough Courtney Coyle can get down in the kitchen when needed." He smiles. Gatlin is handsome no lie and I imagine he's something else with the ladies but he can't even look me in the eye. He's a square. I'm attracted to him though. "What's your plan Gatlin? You didn't let me make it for nothing." He took a sip of coffee. Looked away. "Coyle, you know you need you a lawyer right? The rest of your team has already been arrested. Captain Fairfield, Ray, Harrison, I mean all of em. You know with you being the only woman they're going to roll over on you first." I didn't blink. Hell I had the best lawyer in South Texas. I called her mommy. I knew they probably had some serious charges against me. "Tameika Benford. You got a package on her?" He grinned. "Your right hand lady huh? Beautiful chick. Glad to know yall run in packs. She's clean. For now." I breathed a sigh of relief. Meika wasn't no snitch but if I could avoid her being involved with my mess the better for everybody. "Loyalty. Don't see that often in our line of work, Coyle but its pouring from you everywhere. I gotta respect that. I don't know if you're guilty of any of the things they say but its something about you I dig." That statement made me blush. Little did he know I was probably guilty of all those things. I ate my breakfast and thought. I thought about him. My son. Mattie. And how Gatlin throwing me a lifeline could benefit me and my organization. I knew that Derrick Thompson had been trying to get in touch with me. Reckon I'd call him back sometime today. One thing for sure I knew what Gatlin was saying was true. They would definitely hang Piggy for whatever. No doubt about it. Wasn't really no loyalty in this game no more. "How come you ain't got no man, Piggy?" I ignored him. This mf thought he could get in my head? Laughable. "I got a man. You just met him. He told you most everybody call him Cobee." He laughed. "Tell me. Why are you here? I mean why are you sitting in my grandmother's kitchen with me eating porkchops and eggs?" I crossed my arms across my chest. This meant I was serious. He needed to tell me something. "Truth is Courtney, I just can't see you being guilty of all this. You too tough for me yo." There go that laughing again. What the hell was so funny? Gatlin was thinking with the wrong head. He wasn't a total square mind you. He had St. Louis show me state written all over him. I needed him to have a clear head. Something about him I felt my organization needed. Just didn't know how he was gone do it. You see you don't turn away from the agency. It just don't happen like that. My phone rings and I almost choke. It's him. I had set Just Like Daddy as his ringtone. My hands were shaking. I answered the phone and I was again that eight year old little girl. "Daddy!!! Where are you?" Tears streamed my face. Silence on the other end. Gatlin sat across from me ears perked. You see my daddy is _____ and he's supposed to be dead or smart enough not to ever resurface. "Trouble, its good to hear your voice." I wiped my nose and twirled my locks around my finger. I gave Gatlin a look of death and excused myself to another room. "Daddy, I need you. Tell me what to do. Mike Walker said to rule this mf with an iron fist. Tell me what to do." I heard tears in my father's voice. I had never heard them there before. "Trouble, this ain't for you. You don't wanna keep doing this baby." I sniffled. You wanna know what breaks Piggy? This man would always pull at the strings of my heart. The stiff nigga I would always love and respect. "Daddy I need you. Tell me what to do?" I heard him behind me. "Where is he? You know where ____ is?" I turned around. Gatlin wasn't loyal to me. Here in lies a dilemna then. "Trouble, who is that?" "Hey Jack, I'll talk to you later." "Trouble, you ok? Remember the song?" "Love won't let me leave, Jack." Chrome feels good in my hands. I had already done away with Drell for being untrustworthy. There was a three million dollar purse on _____'s head. Gatlin didn't have to worry about taking me in or anyone else for that matter if he thought he would come anywhere near my daddy. He's got his hand on my shoulder my back to him. I hang up my cell phone. Mattie Mae upstairs and my piglet in the other room. Hearing my daddy's voice knowing he was okay was the most comforting thing to me. I couldn't bring any more despair on my loved ones. I'd just promised Lv I'd be careful. "Gatlin, my daddy the only thing I got. Don't make me choose between him or you cuz you gone lose." Taken so much from people but so scared to lose. My daddy, ____ is back.

Gatlin Goes Against the Grain: Piggy's Poison

So the time has come. I see her up close and personal. The freaky way we've communicated the past several months is crazy. This time I see the horse up close. My commander called me and said no more waiting. It was time. I gotta admit, that I'm apprehensive about taking her in. This one here is beautiful but according to these files I have, she's also a piece of work. Its her eyes though. They're dark. Mysterious. Warm. Cold. Loving. Deadly. They're all these things in one. "There's nobody here at her place, Gatlin." I rub my head. I didn't see her car and I knew that her grandmother lived right next door. "Let's go next door then. Proceed with caution. Do not be distracted by the fact that she's a woman or that she's law enforcement. This bitch will tear into you." I had three agents at the front door and four at the back. I wouldn't dare walk into chicken coop without turpentine. My daddy said that where there was chickens there would always be a chicken snake. This chicken snake was 5'2 and blonde. Lord help us. The door opened and she was dressed in an oversized Tshirt. No bra. Barefoot. Pretty toes. Her blonde locks hung down soft around her shoulders. Her face was tear streaked. Her shield hung from her fingers. "What is this about?" "Sergeant Courtney Coyle, you're under arrest." I blanked the rest outta my mind because for the first time I saw an innocence in her I didn't know existed. She didn't fight. She looked up at me and my heart broke. The officer was still rattling off charges when I halted everything. I was going completely against everything I knew. "Porter, everybody stand down!" He had cuffs around one of her beautiful wrists. I took it from my officer. "I got this." My agents were baffled. I could not be apart of taking Courtney Coyle in. "What are you doing, Michael?" I looked at her. She knew my name. "Yeah I know all about you like you know all about me." She looked at me and I swear I was changed. I whispered in her ear. "If I do this my career is over, Piggy." She bit her bottom lip and thought. "You like to gamble?" I didn't say anything. "I'm worth it." She caused that part of me to swell. Eve nearly destroyed sanctity for Adam. Reckon he never regretted it though. I again ordered my men to stand down. "Gatlin, they're going to have your ass and badge for this!" Porter was right. But this little Piggy I wanted to save. When I took the cuffs off her she slid her soft hand in mine. "Gatlin, call your dogs off and come on here and have breakfast." It was a command not a request. I was more than happy to oblige. I hear my cell phone ringing. Its my department head. All I could think about was grits and eggs and what was up under tht pink nightshirt. She closed the door behind us to a yard full of federal agents. I didn't even look back. Was this the Big Payback, James Brown? Nothing mattered besides this horse I was trailing.

The Difference between LoVe and Buttah

Mattie Mae wants to make me an offer. She want me to give this life up. I've done some horrible things to get where I am. I think that's what's bothering her most. Lung cancer? Mattie Mae don't even smoke. But Sly did. She was dying and I couldn't help her. Said she had exhausted all of her alternatives. I need her. I know that may be selfish. I got a text from him this morning. It said, Thinking about you Piggie. LV would do that from time to time. That text did something to me. Made me feel good. No matter what, win, lose or draw, he was Team C.C. So what do I do? I had given up so much to just walk away from it. But I tell you that my Mattie Mae to me was priceless. How could she not tell me about this though? I felt like I've lost time with her that I may never have. Hennessey burns just a little going down. I'm seated in Mattie Mae's kitchen. She's gone back to bed and I can see the sun slowly coming up. There is so much that needs to be done around Houston. Still haven't been to sleep. Nightmares have turned into daymares too. My body and mind can't even diffrentiate between day and night no more. Want love so bad to where I overlook it. Not realizing that love came in the form of my raven beauty. From that day at Monet's when she helped while I was sick to every time she cursed me or let that .50 of hers bust, Tameika love Piggy. I don't know why. I overlook the center of calmness around me when Lv hug me and tell me to be careful. I mistake opportunity for love when I think about how even after all these years Machete Mychelle will gut a nigga for me. She love Piggy. I just chop Mike Walker's advice to me as him being wiser and my daddy's road dog to why he show me so much favor. My circle small but the people around me fuck with me the long way. And many of them really didn't want nothing from me. I still think about the jarhead. Dismiss the idea. He's a square. You'll only destroy him, Courtney. He made my birthday night nice tho. This when I cry. Wonder if he up. Probably so. Insomniac like me. I text him. Thinking of you too LoVe Walton. WYD?? He reponds, Call me. Answer on the first ring. I don't say anything. I hold my phone to my face and imagine his hand rubbing across my face moving my hair to the side. "It's okay Piggie." I cry and we continue to have a conversation with no words. LV don't judge me. He listens. He hear the things I don't say. "The nightmares won't let up bae." "I hear you mama, but you can't let that consume you. L-I-G it Reggie." I sniffle and laugh. So childish. "I love you LV. You love me?" "You know I do, Piggie." A weight is lifted off me. We hold the phone and its a comfortable silence. We don't always have to be talking. I imagine him outside on his balcony. Smoking a blunt. Expensive slacks. Steve Madden belt. Open and loose around his waist. His brown bare shoulders out because he in a wife beater. So I think about how lucky Dee is. I envy my best friend's wife. I see smoke coming out his mouth and I exhale. I love Texas boys. My tears are drying up. "Stop crying Piggie." I do. "Okay." I hear his daughter in the background. "Take care of her and call me back bae." "Ok cool. Call me if  you need me." I hung up. No square feelings, Piggy. Emotional walls girl. I was always comforted after talking to him. Guess I'm lucky in a sense but I'm still feeling this impending doom. Hell sometimes I feel like if aint no danger lurking around the corner then its something wrong. I hear my piglet stirring. "Mama are you here?" "In the kitchen bae." In spiderman pajamas and socks, this was the most handsome dude I knew. He gone be thick like his daddy. He look just like me and my mama though. He sit down next to me. "Mama, how was your day. I was sleep when you came in." "It was cool, Cobee. How was your day?" "It was great. Me and Mattie did a lot of stuff. I was scared though because she was getting tired too alot." Damn, this made me think that I would have to tell him she was sick. He don't know. How do you explain death to a child. "Mattie just bee a little under the weather bae. I don't want you to worry about it." "Well I hope she gets better mama. School about to be out and I need her." Feel like my heart broke when he said that. Now my phone going off. Its Mychelle. "Yeah." "Big Lynn ready to talk." "Okay, I'll see you soon." I hung up. Now Arnissha Lynn was seeing things our way. Reckon I didn't really leave her a choice. "Cobee what we doing today?" "Whatever we can." My baby's eyes were lit up. I knew that I needed this time with him. I'll cook breakfast and we'll go do anything he wants to do today. I hear Al Green on my granny's radio. How can you mend a broken heart. Eggs, bacon and grits as I think about who love me and whose against me. So into singing to Al Green and cooking I don't see the Gmen and five federal cars next door to my house. One is at the front door of my grandmothers. I'm like steel on the outside. They better not wake my Mattie Mae.

LoVe Walton LIVE TeamPiggynLv

This be the only time I can really think. I just laid Laila back down. Daddy's little girl. She woke up a little cranky. I gave her some juice and laid her across my chest and she was back sleep in no time. I love Laila Danielle more than my own life. Now its six a.m. and I can't stop thinking about her. No doubt, Piggie was knee deep in shit. I had to hand her though. King looked good on her. She wore it well. Just didn't know how she was gone wear that sergeant's badge and that King of Houston crown at the same damn time. Nothing like a blunt in the morning. I consider Piggie my friend. I listen to her. I think she dig the fact that I'm her friend and I really don't want anything from her. Don't get me wrong. She's sexy. I would if I had the opportunity but she was cool. A different kind of woman, C.C. is. She can do just about anything a man can but she'll never emasculate you. You always feel like a man when she around and she make you feel appreciated. Those eyes of hers though. Beautiful and deadly. She hypnotizes you with them. Still I was Team Piggie. Cuz she was definitely Team LV. I watch my beautiful wife sleep. She's a good woman. Don't get me wrong. She's just so career driven. Can't be mad at her for that. She's an army physician and because of that we constantly moving. I put my foot down on some things. Told her that Houston was my home and we needed a house here. Piggie say she needed me. I can't explain how that made me feel. I thought her idea for Houston was great. An embassy of women who all had something to bring to the table. Rumour has it that _____ is back. Wonder if Piggie knows. Surely he would get in contact with her first. The other day when Piggie and I had lunch she talked about how much she missed him. She talk about _____ like he Superman. Reckon one day Laila will talk about me like that. Great, my download for Courtney Got Something to Say came through. I hear its real good. Everybody been reading it. I just wanted to see what all the hoopla is about. Sometimes I feel like an old man. Taking care of my family is a joy. I love doing it. Hell I look at these young cats and I'm disgusted. I guess that's how I know I'm getting old. I did pretty much the same things they doing. I figured I was a little smarter though. So I thought about how I could be an asset to Piggie. I can lend her hand with the financial part of her business. Lord knows she would need it. She tried to hide it from me but I knew she was still on shoes bad. She needed to get a handle on it or kick it all together. I decided that I would help her with all her bookkeeping. She pretty much had everything else taken care of. My Piggie needed a genuine friend. I would be that forever if she wanted. Dee sleeping so peaceful. She works long hours. I love her. I do. She just don't understand fully what a man needs. No matter. I took vows. I'll be the man she needs. No worries. Provide for my family is my mantra. No ifs ands or buts about it. Butts. Piggie's butt felt nice in my hands the other day. I gotta shake her. My friend is poisonous. I know she torn between right and wrong. Hell these days and age, its hard to differentiate between the two because everybody got a story to tell. Hey they playing Zapp early in the a.m. Pandora going live. More bounce to the ounce. This Houston don't let up I see. It's six thirty and still probably eighty degrees out. So she King of Houston. Didn't get the chance to ask her the other day but "What now?" It's crazy because we all know what she had to do to get that title. Gotta be heavy on your soul. I swear I think about the darkness her eyes carry. She walk like she on top of the world but I know she know what real turmoil feel like. She's good for Houston though. I just want her to be careful. This game will change you. Sometimes for the better but most often for the worst. I felt like Courtney was a vibrant beautiful young woman who had a lot to offer the world. Thing is, she had to know that. Nothing like Pfunk early in the morning. Now let's figure out what me and Laila Danielle gone eat this morning.

Mattie Mae and her Sweet Girl : Piggy's Tender Side

I love the way Mattie Mae's home smell. The minute you walk in here you smell lemon, vanilla, butter and Rare Gold perfume. She loves that fragrance. In fact she is the reason I wear it today. Its an old school scent but I love it. Many people ask me about it. I hear her television on upstairs. Let me try and be a little quiet. I know that her and my piglet are probably still asleep. There's so much on my mind. I mean work. My piglet. I got the feds tailing me. My mama worries like hell. Mattie Mae is frayed. And then I can't stop thinking about my daddy. I miss him so much it aches. Its crazy. I go back and I try to replay the last conversation I had with him. "Daddy, when you coming home? Or if you can't come back, when can I come to where you are?" He got quiet. I could hear him smoking at the other end of the phone. "Baby girl I don't wanna tell you no tales. It really ain't safe for me in Houston right now. I don't wanna bring no more harm to you and your mama, your brother, any of yall. They wanna hang _____. That ain't gone happen." Tears flowed down my face. This was my superman and I needed him. Its crazy. My daddy a second generation bricklayer. My mother a judge. The ironies of life. "Daddy I need you." I'm whining. I'm a grown woman but still my daddy is my everything. I hear tears in his voice. "You gone be ok baby girl. I never worry about you. Even when you was first born, I knew you would be okay." This was him telling me that I may never see him again. I had just finished up at the academy. My daddy was guilty of everything he had been convicted of. He decided that he wasn't going out like Blount. He wasn't doing no time. That's all it was to it. "I need you and your brother to take care of your mama. Do that for me. I have to go away for a while Trouble." I smiled. That was his nickname for me. He said when I was born and he held me for the first time, I pulled on his heart strings and that told him I was trouble. He would live and die for my kind of trouble. I guess that name fit appropriately now more than ever. We talked for thirty minutes that last time. I feel like I didn't say everything I needed to say to him. I knew that was probably for the best. You can't run when you loaded down with square feelings. I knew that. But the selfish part of me needed him. The house is quiet. I didn't even bother going to check on my house. Look at them. She holds Cobee in her arms like he hers. My Mattie Mae is beautiful. I study the worry lines on her forehead. Seems like she wasting away though. When Sly passed, I knew she had a really hard. He was pretty much all the family she had. They never had any children. I was more than happy to let her run my life as she saw fit. Truth is in the short amount of time I'd known her, I now could not imagine my life without her. I'm getting that itch again. I had something in my car I know. I would never use in Mattie Mae's home. She didn't approve of my shoe habit. I know she prayed that one day I could kick it. I kissed her forehead and laid next to her shaking. She stirred and grabbed my shaking hand. She whispered she love me in french. "I love you too, old girl." "Courtney, go into the guest room. In the top closet there is something in there that'll help. I don't like to see you suffer baby." I wrapped my arms around her. "Go now. You gone wake your son." On the top shelf there was a pair of fuschia wedges. Steve Madden. I found a Nike shoelace and I tied it as a tourniquet around my arm. Formed a vein and laid the wedge directly on it. Head leaned back and my senses heightened. You see never mind that I am now the King of Houston. Or the fact that I'm one of the youngest black female police sergeants the city of Houston has. Long as I'm doing this, I'm just a junkie. I wipe blood from my nose and run my hands down the suede material of this fabolous shoe. I try to explain that when I use like this, its also a heightened sexual experience for me too. I'm high. Thump!! What the hell was that? I get up and I see that Mattie Mae has fallen. Except, this isn't the Mattie Mae, I know. This person is skin and bones. She's bald. The Mattie Mae I just kissed and held had a head full. Am I high? She looks up at me and I see pain in her eyes. I imagine mine are glossy. I kneel down and help her. There's a bruise on her left hip. I see the wig with rollers in it on the floor. "Cancer?" She nodded. I feel tears stinging my eyes. "Why didn't you tell me?" She don't answer. I sit down on her vanity ottoman. She sits next to me. "Baby, tell you what? That I have lung cancer and its getting worse?" I couldn't stop the tears. My high was gone. "Mattie, you didn't think I needed to know? I mean what the hell- "Courtney Danielle, watch your mouth! I didn't know how to tell you. I mean I tried to explain to you when I needed you to sign those insurance papers." I refused to sign them. Mattie Mae was healthy so I thought. "How long you been dealing with this?" "About nine months, Courtney." One more thing my being King of Houston couldn't change. "So what are they saying?" She hesitated a minute before answering. "It's pretty bad Courtney. They're giving me six months." My heart felt like it was going to come out of my chest. "Six months, Mattie Mae?!! Really?" She shushed me. "Settle yourself down before you wake that baby!!!" I'm devastated. I couldn't lose her. Not now. I needed her. I grabbed the cross she gave me weeks ago around my neck and I prayed to God. When I opened my eyes she stood firm in front of me. Apron on. Wig back on and not a worry in sight. She grabbed my hand. "Come on. Let me fix my sweet girl a snack. We can talk downstairs while my baby sleeps." I followed her. Here I was. No King Piggy. No super cop. No murderer. No shoe junkie. I was a little girl who was following a woman I knew loved me more than her next breath. We went into the kitchen where she had fixed me a big piece of German chocolate cake. Hennessey and warm milk was on the table. "I love you Courtney Danielle Coyle, you hear me?" I dug into my cake and I nodded. Mouthful I said, "I love you, too Mattie." She sat before me a folder with her last wishes. An insurance policy for two and a half million dollars. "Baby, I want you to give this up. This lifestyle you living. Give it up. You're not _____. You're the best part of him. I'll give him that. But you're not him. You don't have to go down his path. That baby up there need you." I swallowed hard. I looked at my transplanted grandmother. "Is that what you want bae?" She patted my hand. I needed Mattie Mae. The shoes. The money. The status. My power. My badge. Could I really give all this shit up? Dorothy Moore sings Misty Blue on Mattie's kitchen radio. Her warm hand pats my cheek. In an instant I could lose everything. I realize that. A hard head makes for a soft curly tail. How I love German Chocolate Cake.

Mike Walker and _______ :Piggys Daddy

The baby will be here any day now. Truth be told, I'm ecstatic like its my first one. I look at Torie and she beautiful to me in a different way everytime I see her. Shit, a lotta people can't believe she changed me. Really though, I had just got tired of being out there in these streets nonstop. Torie told me she was pregnant, it did it for me. I gave it all up. I married her and vowed that I would put nobody else before her. I meant that. Oh sure there was the occasional raggedy bitch out there but nothing was more important than my family. Ain't nothing on the news. They talking about the crime rate. Little do they know that one of Houston's finest is behind most of it. King Piggy. I can't be mad at her. She handling her business. I give her that and she was keeping me in business as well. The bodies is piling up. I knew it would be a blood bath after she survived that bombing. It had to be this way. I just hope she take my advice. Torie and her mama went shopping. The kids are with my sister. So I'm relaxing. Aint home by myself much at all. Figured I'd watch what I want on TV. Pay some bills. Finally check Courtney Got Something to Say out. They say this blog off the chain. What the hell is that? Somebody got they damn hand over the peephole. "Who is it?" They don't say nothing. My baby is next to the door. I pull the hammer back and ease the door open. I'm looking at a ghost. Shit he look like an old man now. We the same age. Heavy drinking. Black Stacy Adams. Black linen suit. One gold hoop in his right ear. My partner in crime was back. _______. "You look shocked to see me, Mike Walker." I laid my pistol down but slowly. I missed this nigga but the truth was I hadnt seen him in years. Didn't know where his head was. We embraced. "Man, where the hell you been? You know it ain't safe in Houston for you." He rolled his eyes. The same eyes his red daughter was using to reign over the city we once controlled. "Mike Walker, this my home. Nothing or nobody keeping me away from it again. Well nigga, is you gone invite me in? Where's the old lady and the babies?" Something pulled at my gut. It wasn't like I didn't trust _____. Not that at all. But you see a man's home is sacred. You protective over it no matter what. We looked in each other's eyes. He put his hands up. "Respect, brother. Respect." I relaxed. "You wanna drink?" He smiled. "Sure. Crown Royal." "Just a splash of Coke baby." We both had to laugh at that. Same old ______. "So how long  you been back?" I sip Crown and it dont even burn no more. Been drinking this poison for a while. Still I dont drink it like I used to. He looks around my house. "Mike Walker the family man, huh? I dig it." He shakes his glass and I hear the ice cubes clinkle and the second hand ticking from my grandfather clock. "Is it true, Mike Walker? All this stuff I'm hearing about my baby. Is it true?" I looked my friend of more than thirty years in the eyes. For the first time ever, I saw fear in his eyes. "Yeah man. Its worse. Courtney eyes are as black and cold as ours. She running this city bro." He downed the rest of his drink. "I never wanted this shit for her Mike Walker. This ain't for her." I felt him. No man wants a life like this for any of his kids let alone his only daughter. "You ain't seen her. You don't know then. C.C. in a lot of stuff bro. Remember she still got that badge too. But lil one got it. You need to put your eyes on her yourself. Talk to her." He stands up. I walk him to the door. "Mike Walker, was it worth it?" I looked around my home. Didnt hesitate. "______ best thing I've ever did." He smiled and left. He hopped in an Aston Martin. Black on black everything. I heard So Fly coming out of the stereo. Same old ______. Houston, what the hell are you going to do, now that there is two of em loose. Piggy and her old man.

All Money Good Money Piggy

Its hot as hell outside. I pulled my blonde locks off my shoulder into a bun. This Texas heat is something else. I went and saw Big Lynn today. Dropped her off some things and made it clear that that ass is now mine. She understood loud and clear. Lately though, I'm feeling lonely. Long to be in a man's arms. He play in my locks. Feeling like I need some affection. Mind blowing sex would be great too but I want some male company. Still taking over the city is still top priority. Damned if I do damned if I don't. Let me call and see what he up to. "Piggy, what's up yo?" I hear him laughing. I smile. This nigga was ignorant but I dug it. "Reggie B, what you up to?" "Nothing much." I hear him exhale and I image hydrobubonic smoke coming out his nose. Nice lips. Meticulousy shaved goatee. Close cut. Damn--focus. "Won't you meet me somewhere. I need to put my eyes on you." "I hear you. Knowing you that wasn't no invitation. More like a demand." "Naw not even. But you need to get at me." "Where at Piggy?" "The only nice restaurant me and you eat at." "Waffle House." I hung up. Nothing else needed to be said. He text me back and said 30 mins. I text back and said 28 mins. The sun was now down and it was still humid. I was dressed in black. Black Tee. Black Levis straight leg. Donna Karen vamped pumps. I was about to meet Reggie B. I traded my pumps for black Air Force Ones. Clear lip gloss. My glock. I get in the car and I be damned. It's another damn advertisement for that fuckin blog. Uh what is it? Yeah Courtney Got Something to Say!! I wish I knew who the hell this Courtney was. Trash writing what I called it. Tameika stayed reading it and was always tryna get me to. She say the main chick in the story reminded her of me. Whatever! I had better things to do with my time. I smile when I see his car. I told him once before he needed a driver. He nearly cussed me out. He prefer to do his dealings without an entourage. Reggie said he didn't need no codefendants. I had to respect that. I got a corner table in the Waffle House. I knew he would sit next to me in the booth because neither one of us sat with our backs to the door. That was a complete no no. When I saw him I smiled. White tee. Jeans. Clean white air forces. Chain heavy as me. We embraced and I sit down and scoot over so he can sit down. "Good girls wear white. Um glad you got on the proper attire." I laughed. All black. That's how I liked to move sometimes. I ordered my usual. The All Star breakfast. "So how you been Piggy? You look good. Luckily I ain't no square ass nigga else I'll be all beside myself." I shake my head. "Who says shit like that, Reggie?" "Me. Call that waitress back over here. I want some coffee." Rough around the edges like me. He said exactly what was on his mind and I dug that. "Reggie B, you love me?" "I can't stand you most times but I love you cuz you love me." "You better know that shit. All money good money, right?" His ears perk up. I got his full attention. "I need you bae. Albro Industries is mine. But I can't do this by myself. The Embassy need the Million Dollar MAN like Houston do." You see the thing is Houston is a city of roughly two million people. Albro Industries consisted of shoe warehouses, daycares, car washes, real estate, dope, and barber shops and hair salons. Reggie took care of his business in a way that rivaled most corporations in Corporate America. What I couldn't do for my businesses, Reggie could get it right. I liked how Reggie could adapt to any situation he was in. He had that Um from Houston twang but he looked good in Levis and even better in a suit. Wasn't lacking intelligence at all. "Piggy, you don't need me. You got the know how and most importantly, Who gone check you?!" I burst out laughing. "But you got me. Whatever you need, I'm here." So I kissed him. Long and slow. It felt right. "CC, reallly?" I laugh. "Reggie, you could've stopped me!" "Why would I?" "Look Reggie, you didn't want me to kiss you then you shouldn't be so live. Then you wouldn't have live nigga's problems!!!" "Who says shit like that, Piggy?" "I do." Me and Reggie B talked about our future. Him mentoring me to get my business in line and me thinking about him being my future ex husband. My radio is going off. I bark some responses back. "13252 Dalmation. We going in." "Piggy, that's one of my houses." "You got a lot of product there?" He nodded his head. "This Piggy to compound. Dalmation is a no go. It's an abandoned house. I just left there." I told him to be quiet. "Copy that Coyle. We headed to the Townhomes." "Just like that, Piggy?" I nodded my head. "Now get your ass to that house and clean that shit up. I just bought you some time." He paid for my breakfast and walked me to my car. "Call me C.C." He bent down a little bit and kissed me back. "One day." I growled. He got in his car and left. I left and went the opposite way on Highway 6. Mattie Mae was now on my mind heavily. I needed her at this very moment. Let me take my ass home. Montell and Master P playing on the radio, aint heard this in a minute. My city need me. I love Houston and she is going to love me back.

Arnissha Lynn and the Piggy No One Knows

I've lost track of time since they've had me here. Hell I knew it wouldn't be long before they found out it was me who had set Piggy up. I almost had a heart attack when I saw her standing in front of me. I just knew that she had went up in flames with that car. I hoped Starsha Danielle burned in hell wherever she was. If they hadn't already killed her. I don't know why I'm not dead. She stood before me. All 5'2 of her. Tight black tee. Black skinny jeans. Black pumps. That Blonde mane of hers was beautiful. I can only imagine what my own hair is like. I haven't had time or the opportunity to take care of it since I've been held captive. They treat me pretty good though. I have three good meals. There's a television in this room. No telephone of course and the door is locked from the outside. No window. They keep me with cigarettes and wine. Courtney came in a couple of days ago and informed me that my business and territory was now hers. I could do one of two things. I could lay down voluntarily or she would lay me down voluntarily. Courtney is a beautiful woman. But there is something eerie about her. Scary. This girl don't own no fear. That's dangerous. She looked amazing. I mean you would never know that she had been in that bad of an accident. Wanted to know how and what Happy Hair Butter Industries was up to. "Arnissha Lynn, you ain't wondering why I ain't killed your ass yet?" I looked at her and had to look away. I picked up the pack of cigarettes she'd bought in. I lit one. Took a long drag and exhaled. That Meika B didn't take no shit either. She saw to me most times. Courtney walked over to me and stood where I couldn't look nowhere else. "Did you hear me?" "Yes, I wonder. Hell I wished you'd get it over with. Stead of prolonging this shit so." She laughed. "I got you by the nuts sister girl. I do what I want. That was real dirty what you did. I can't much blame you though. I'm King now and I'll do almost anything to keep my seat too. So you get that one. You work for me now." I must be losing my mind. I mean I been stuck in this room so long. This heffa was telling me that she was gone let me live? I deserved to die for what I did. I realize this. If I was in her position there'd be no questions asked. She was sparing my life and I didn't know why. "So when do I get to leave here?" She looked at me with those cold eyes of hers. "As soon as I feel that I can trust you long enough to get your people on board with me. It's on you. You got time to think about it." Just like that she walked out and locked the door behind her. This unnerved me. Courtney Coyle was cooler than I ever seen her. I've smoked three cigarettes damn near in ten minutes. Get it together. When she come in here she had a bag in her hands. Let's see. some jeans, a black tshirt, underwear and some Happy Hair Butter and Misting Spray. Thank you Lord. I could do something with this hair. I guess Courtney wasn't all bad. I didn't trust her and I know she sure didn't trust me. I wonder what has become of my organization. Wonder how long they looked for me or if they're even still looking for me. I knew it was something different about her the first time I laid eyes on her. She and Shannon Monet had the same eyes. They were just of different generations. I heard tell that they had captured Monet first thinking she was behind the bombing. Hell Piggy had enough enemies. Now she said I worked for her now. I'm thinking I might wanna be dead. Kingpins like Piggy do not show mercy for nothing. Its a reason behind it. Here I was now in this game now twenty plus years and I was now being strong armed by a runt! When I had heard that the bomb had been detonated, I remember I sat back over a glass of Merlot and rellished in my success. Here this bitch had survived all along. Aint that bout nothing? Karma is a bitch I guess and in fabolous shoes. Is that Patti and Ron Isley. Smoke me another cigarette and listen to the radio. "If you looove me, then how could you leave....

Piggy's Journal: In her Mind!!

Journal,
It's been a minute. I just don't have the time these days to get my thoughts out on paper. Um not sleeping. I toss and turn all night long. Haven't posted in a while. Soo let's catch up. I'm now King of Houston. I did tht. I took Ivory Albro off the throne! I got back up with Tameika. I survived a car bombing and I killed Drell. We reconnected. Fell in love. He betrayed me. I killed him. My piglet is growing leaps and bounds. I don't get to spend much time with him and thts been bothering me. I do all this for him. I met a jarhead who treated me like a lady. I still think abt tht night. It went from nice to steamy to great to me killing four niggas. This was only our first date. He was gentle with me. I didn't have to be hard. He held my hand and I didn't feel like he was trying to get in my pants so much. I hadn't talked to him since. I mean I can't really blame him. Tht was a lot at one time. I think abt him alot. Then there's Tosha Wilson. Yeah I popped her brother tht night. She sent them after me. Wht the hell was I supposed to do? Um king now and no one can undermine me! But I expected shit like this to happen after I let Starsha Danielle live. So she better be on her P's and Q's. I won't be as sweet next time. I feel bad tht I've got my buddy Meika B in the middle of my drama. I gotta take care of her because she's been down with me and starting the Embassy. Oh whts the Embassy? Well the Embassy is an organization of some of the baddest women the state of Texas has to offer! We all bring something to the table. I'm taking time to cultivate tht. I am concerned abt my Mattie Mae. She goes off by herself for hours lately. When she come back, she looks so tired. I promise this week Um going to make time for just me and her. She's a part of me and I know tht she prays night and day day and night for me. I need her. I want her to be front and center when I get married again. When I decide to have more children I want them to know her. Life is funny tht way. My Mattie Mae love me unconditionally just as my own mother does. I knew tht many of the wrinkles on her beautiful face had come frm me. From tht day she first saw me kill tht mf who had come into my home, I knew tht she prayed tirelessly for my soul. I can't imagine wht she went through while I laid in the hospital. You know most people don't believe I have any remorse for the things I've done. Honestly, I wish it didn't have to be this way. Nobody knows abt the sleepless nights. Um always looking over my shoulder. I shower and sleep with my pistol. I feel like don't nobody really love me. If they do it comes with conditions. Shoes. They transform me. I can't explain it. My habit is beyond out of control.I was heartless before the accident but now I feel like anybody can get it now. Thts not good tht I feel this way. Um on my knees constantly praying but I don't think God hears me. Any consolation, I haven't done anything against anyone who didn't deserve it. The ironic thing abt tht last statement is tht I know tht nobody has made me judge. They say one day we'll all pay for our sins. Royally. Hell I think I'm paying for mine daily right now. I think abt the wht ifs. The men who remain constant in my life. The men who I think abt as more than friends and then I feel like love is for squares. I have a greater purpose. I'm shaking now thinking abt a pair of Miu Miu satin pumps. Unopened in my closet. Several times I've taken tht chrome .40 of mine to my temple. I slip on a pair of Louboutins and start trippin. I masturbate and see shades and hues of red. So Um off to those Mius Mius and hope tht sleep come easy.

Piggy Monroe :@)

Meika B put her FOOT down!

One-Two. One-Two. One-Two. I swear Piggy was right. She told me this was a helluva workout. I had a bag installed two weeks ago and I had been going hard on it ever since. Needed to. I don't know what the hell CC got me tied into. "Trust me Meika, we gone be alright. I got this." Normally I would be cynical but something in Piggy told me she meant what she said and then she said what the hell she meant. From the moment we were retintroduced, something in her fueled something in me. I'm thinking why not take over Houston. Houston needed us. Piggy was now king. She took the crown from Ivory Albro just like she said she would. I just think about all the carnage. Sometimes Courtney don't even seem fazed. The things I've done I've felt bad about. Right now I'm carrying the guilt of knowing that I caused Drell's death. No I didn't kill him but I fed the beast that did. Piggy is my podna and she needed to know what he was up to. She would've done the same thing for me. I'm sure of it I’m just feeling like my friend is in over her head. She still Courtney but there is this coldness to her. Right after she handle her business it like its back to normal as if nothing has happened. I don’t know. They say things happen for a reason. Maybe I was put in her path to be her conscience. I try to be the voice of reason for her but let’s be honest, Piggy ultimately does whatever the hell she wants to. One-Two. One-Two. One-Two. We have children. The big picture was that I was hustling and working. I got down with the Embassy because overall I believed that it was good move for my family. Its no cattiness between she and I. And even with this new earned power she has, Courtney is still at ground zero with me. She don’t handle me no different. I have to respect that. I worry though about how long she gone last in this industry. We still have Arnissha Lynn hid. The feds is watching us all and Piggy’s enemies have now become Tameika Benford’s. Luckily Jay and Carly are at my mom’s. Let me get these gloves off. My .50 is right here. These mfs must don’t know. Think Meika! Its three of em. I hear Bear barking in the back. This .50 is a cannon. If it go off my neighbors calling the police for sure. It’s 7pm and no reason for Centerpoint Energy to be at my door. I know an ambush when I see one. They’re ringing the door bell. They’re in uniform but I see one with a H.O.U.S.T.O.N tattoo. Penitentiary ink. They ring the doorbell again. Why would three workers from Centerpoint be needed anyway? Burglar bars are locked. “Yes.” “How you doing maam?” “Im alright, how you?” “Um ok, we were sent here, you reported a gas leak?” Yeah right motherfucker. Everything in my house is electric. “No I didn’t.” Now he shuffling through some papers. “Well, Ms. Benford, we are supposed to take a look.” I put my hand on the burglar bars between us. I smiled. Let me handle this like Piggy Monroe would. “Look somebody sent you here and we know it wasn’t Centerpoint. Let’s cut the bullshit. They moved closer to my door. I raised the barrel of my pistol. “Well didn’t you get a package on me? Huh? You didn’t know abt her?” “Let us in. We need to talk.” “We talk, we talk right here gotdammit. I’m listening.” They looking around. “Tosha Wilson sent us. Say she wanna send Piggy a message. We get you and she receptive.” I sucked my teeth. “Here lies your dilemma. Um not going anywhere. You gone get off my front porch or Mike Walker and his boys can clean you up off my porch. He’d be glad to get the business.” They backed up but stayed firm. The hammer was pulled back. “Alright lil mama. You know this aint over. Piggy gone have to lay down. Eventually.” I hear Nate Dogg singing One More Day. Pandora on time. “Yeah well we’ll do tht when we’re ready not one day before.” They got in the truck and drove off. I took a deep breath. I dialed one button on my cell phone. She answered. “Hey.” “We need to talk.” “Okay, when?” “Hour. My house.” She hung up. I put my gloves back on. Piggy King of Htown has got some changes to make. My input and my family’s safety need to be top priority. I guess I’ll warm that pot roast and greens up. Piggy had an appetite you wouldn’t believe.

Piggy AND her DOA: Studewoods Package

Its time I dress. Capt says there's a package in Studewoods we need to take care of. Black jeans. Black T-shirt. Black Nike Air Force 1s. Nude lipgloss. I slick my locks back into a ponytail. I'm feeling drained. Lately, it's like I have this looming feeling of exhaustion. Why? I never get enough sleep. I know that. And I know not enough sleep can have a drastic effect on  your health. Then there's Michael David. He turns me on. I can't explain it. He's been following me for months now. His office is across the way. I know what kind of car he drives. The type of cologne he wears. He has an impeccable taste in suits. That's what sets him apart from most G-men. Tailor made everything. Bulgari this. Micheal Kors that. When he's deep in thought, I know that he rubs that bald head of his. He's an insomniac like me. Spends many of his days in expensive hotel suites. Writes to relieve stress. I drive him crazy. He's in a relationship, and its dysfunctional at best. He fantasizes about me like I do him. I drive him crazy because he can't figure me out. Can't analyze me or compartmentalize who I am. Adjust my harness and think about sitting in front of him. I rub his bald head while he kisses my thighs. Easy Piggy. Pressing issues. I have got to get a handle on the climate here in Houston. You hear all kinds of things. The streets is talking. I'm cool with that. A lot of negative shit is being said and I embrace that. It's when they aren't talking about you, you should be concerned. How I miss my daddy. We talked about everything. Everything I know today almost I learned from ______. "Coyle, get your ass downstairs. We're ready to load up!!!" I swear Fairfield got on my last nerves most times. I looked at the case file on my desk. Gaines, Marcus. DOB June 16, 1978. Born and raised in Houston, Texas. From Cashmere Gardens. In and out of the system his whole life. Black male. Three children. Two girlfriends. Plenty Priors. He holding my dope warrant. Cop Killer huh. So this is personal. DOA capeus. First day back on the job in a while and this is what I gotta deal with? He got a 50k purse on  his head though. I'm with it. Pictures of his girlfriends in here. I see he likes redbones. I may have found an angle. "Team, we got a lead on Gaines?" First one to speak up is Harrison. Internally I suck my teeth and roll my eyes. Harrison is a real asshole. I suspect he want me too. "Yeah, Coyle. He's laid up with one of his old ladies right now. We were told that he has an AK. So we're probably gone have to put him down." I hoped not. I wanted this ordeal to go as peacefully as possible. "Let's hope not Harrison. Hopefully we can all go home." I checked the magazine and got in the van. Again like I had done so many times before, I looked at the men and one other woman who surrounded me. We all had shields to defend and had taken an oath to serve and protect the city of Houston. That’s what we all had in common. I believe it was Alan Pinkerton who first coined the term “police subculture”. It’s true. There’s a camaraderie surrounding us and it is hard to understand if you are not in the trenches with us. People hate you for different reasons. But hell let’s face it. Most people hate us because we’re cops. I put a piece of Big Red gum in my mouth. I never go out without gum. I pass it around. We chew methodically and quiet. Not much to say because we know this situation is probably gonna turn out bad. I touch the cross around my neck that my Mattie Mae gave me. Say a prayer and listen to Brad Jordan’s Southside on my Pandora. Gotta love Scarface the South Acres Fool! I look at Marcus Gaine’s picture once more and load a slug in the chamber. “I hope you play nice with Piggy.” My team erupts in a fit of laughter. I’ve lightened the mood. Off to defend my city.

Michael LEADS a Horse to Cognac! Piggy Drinks

Courtney Danielle Coyle. They call her Piggy. Beautiful woman. The alias Piggy sorta fits her. She puts on this show for me. Has been doing so for the last couple of months. I dig it. I'm fascinated by her. The bureau hired me to get all that I can on Ms. Coyle. Her ins and outs. What she did day to day. Her friends. Her family. Was there some dirty secrets about her? Things like that. Funny thing is I had enough to do a case study on her. I knew that she had a sick shoe fetish. I mean it was exactly the same way another person would be hooked on crack. She was the daughter of the legendary ____ and her mother is Belinda Elliott Coyle or should I say Hon. Elliott-Coyle. She had been a cop now for more than thirteen years. One son. One ex husband. One mortgage. Three brand new cars no car notes. How the hell does one do that on a cop's salary? When they first brought me the package on CC, I couldn't believe it. Some of the things they were accusing this woman of was crazy. I saw faraway pictures of her and she was the classic Southern beauty. Caramel complexion. Thick. She wore her hair in blonde tresses. Nice ass. Shapely legs. I saw a close up of her and her eyes told both stories and war tales. Still I was lost in them. I stayed on the road for more than 200 days out of the year. My relationship with Raquel was over with. I mean the sex was good, don't get me wrong but past that, it was nothing. I can't even go over how many nights I had replaced her in my fantasies with this horse I was now stalking. Crazy thing is I knew she knew I was following her. I've been with the bureau a long time. I fixed things. Whether that was field work, or what they called philantrophic. I handled my business. I have pictures of Spivey's body on my desk. They seem to think that Ms. Coyle is responsible for it. How in the hell did she do this? I never liked Drell Spivey but I was sorry to hear he had gotten knocked off. Especially like this. He was on his way out the door anyway. I imagine what she sounds like when she whispering nasty things. Wonder what her hands and lips would feel like up and down on my di-I adjust myself as I watch her. She has on some expensive pumps and nothing but a men's shirt and I swear I wanna jump through this window to get to her. Instead I think I'll pour myself another drink. I rub my head. Bald. Wouldn't dream of growing out my hair. I got a salt and pepper goatee but my mama says this baby face of mine gives it away. This gray hair comes from stress and not age. She sits down on her desk and spreads her legs. I see her Bermuda Triangle and imagine her sun tanning my face. Courtney was something else. That walk of hers. It screamed sexy. Feminine. Powerful. The bureau wants to destroy this beautiful creature. Hell for all I know she may need to be destroyed but what if.... I hear Groove with you playing on this Bose radio. I shake my glass. Love the way ice sound. This alcohol is smooth but burns going down. Michael, you need to get this together. Shake her off. She poison. But I think I'm the anectdote.

Passionate Forceful Pensive Piggy

Reckon I need to get myself up and do some work. I'm almost out of wet naps. I try to keep some on hand to clean myself up after well you know. At least my nose didn't bleed this time. I swear I was always trying to justify my habit. The truth really was that it was getting out of hand. I'm still tryna figure out how I'm going to be the shoe merchandising King when I can't get off shoes. That's my only problem. I still thought about David. I could've called him but everytime I tried something always stopped me. I don't know. Just seemed like it was too much. You can't love me like no square. Something was still gnawing at me about my Mattie Mae. The bloody tissues I had found and then lately she had just been looking so drained. Then she would disappear for hours during the day and I wouldn't know where the hell she was. She always says that I'm overly suspicious and that was the cop in me. Hmmn. I ain't no damn fool. Something's going on with that old woman. I was gone find out too. Shit it was damn near midnight now. My phone rung right on time. "What's up Texas Tea?" "Piggy, I got my pistol on this dirty uniform. Thompson, he say his name is. You know him?" I chuckled. My bitch bad! "Easy Tameika. Yeah I know him. I sent him there. Didn't know you was out there tonite." "I was just stopping through. I got a banquet tomorrow and wanted a silver pair of Miu Mius to go with my dress." "Oh yeah. What color is your dress?" "It's Midnight blue." I'm thinking that would go perfect with her skin complexion and silver is always pretty. "Don't kill him chick. He's a cop. That's capital murder." I heard her suck her teeth. "Bitch don't you know it. You know all about cop killing don't you?" I heard her cackle. I swear Batman never had to put up with all this slickness from Robin. "Just let him make it Meika. I gotta go. Call me later." "Bet." So Thompson could take instruction. Meika just text me. Video. I had camera surveillance amped up at all Albro's warehouses. He had an alright system mind you but I needed to amp it up. I had 24 hour access to it at all times. My employees that worked in them came in damn near naked. I didn't need no incidents or I wasn't taking no losses if I didn't have to. I love the view from my office. Not many people would still be here this time of night. The Amegy building was directly across the street. He and I would always be here at this time of night. I had nicknamed this cat Mr. Bald, salt and pepper gray goatee. He always had on a nice shirt. Silk tie untied around his neck. No wedding ring. Watch that costs more than a cop's yearly salary. He drinks. Always has a glass of amber colored liquid. He rubs his goatee when he's thinking. I know he watches me like I watch him. So I brought with me a men's shirt black Chinese Laundry Vamped pumps. I have on fushia La Perla bra and panty set. I undress right in front of my office window I button the men's shirt halfway and imagine that its his. He raises his glass to me. I stand on top of my desk in heels and I walk across my desk. Now I'm seated with on my desk tattooed thighs spread. I watch him. This man holds power. Its different from the power I hold. He nurses that drink with the other hand rubbing his neck. This has been our routine the better part of a year. I don't even know his name. I'm high as shit right now but I can clearly see that sexy smile of his. Sex Weed plays on the radio. I bite my bottom lip and think about what if...Then my radio goes off and I hear my name being called. I wave at him. He kisses two fingers and waves back. Um King Piggy