Poem: Who I Can Be (2003)

Who I Can Be poem 

copyright 2003

written by Benita Blocker

The poem was recognized and awarded.

Editor's Choice Award for Outstanding Achievement in Poetry!

It was a chilling poem in 2003, and it is still a chilling poem today.

Real Fingernails: Less housework yields longer Nails

I fractured my humerus in my right arm.  The injured arm has been disabled allowing my real fingernails on that hand to reach unprecedented lengths.  My thumb has never grown out this long.  Everyone is noticing.

Real fingernails . . . cannot buy these!

I will try to capture another image within another week or two to show even longer length.  Consider this: May be an incentive to pay someone else to complete housework so that the lady of the house spends less on nail enhancements.

Started using OPI nail strengthener to keep them from breaking.

Real fingernails; real proud!

Eclipse in Apocalypse: Painting with my Left Hand

I broke my humerus bone in my right arm.  I am righthanded, but I didn't let that stop me from painting!

My painting has a roughness or a texture to it when painted with my left hand.  So instead of "Eclipse in Paradise," I call it "Eclipse in Apocalyse!" My friend said it had a "van Gogh" feel to it!

This is the original "Painting with a Twist" artwork.  I always deviate a little.  I am feeling more and more like a painter! Right or Left hand - No problem!

Prison Sentences: Will Georgia ever take ownership of endangerment of their Correctional staff?

Georgia blames the correctional officers for their own deaths.

Inmates: Rowe, 43, has been serving life without parole since 2002, and Dubose, 24, began a 20-year sentence in 2015. Both were convicted of armed robbery and other violent crimes. They have been cellmates more than once in Georgia's prisons, had known each other for "quite a while" and may have planned the escape together, Department of Corrections Assistant Commissioner Ricky Myrick said.

It is Interesting that the two "so called violent" prison escapees did NOT go on a killing spree from Georgia to Tennessee. In reality, Rowe and Dubose were never "killers" prior to their Georgia sentencing.  So what does that say about the Georgia Department of Corrections?

So let's recap again:  Georgia's excessive sentencing caused the escapees' desperation for freedom at the cost of the correctional staff's lives, and then Georgia Department of Corrections blame the dead correctional officers for being dead.

Putnam County prosecutor (i.e. the State of Georgia) now is considering another excessive sentencing for the two prison escapees. The death penalty?  Why?  You just blamed the dead officers for their own death.  The Escapees did not kill anyone else.  So where is the logic?

Georgia is NOT taking ownership of how they need prison sentencing reform at the court level.  They are sentencing too many people for life that ARE NOT KILLERS.  

People habitually carry concealed weapons with or without a permit. "Armed" is commonplace in 2017.   Let's look at "Robbery?"   Bank levies are legalized robberies of your bank account.  Everyday Americans are constantly being robbed by poor decisions and capitalists take advantage of it.  White collar robberies are happening just as much as blue collar petty scams.

So everyone is trying to get their taste of the American dream sometimes legally, but by unethically means like bank levies and sometimes, it is just that good ole illegal heist mentality that continues from the days of Christopher Columbus.

It is all the same thing. Georgia needs prison sentencing reform.  The sentencing computation no longer computes to correct anything.  

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Wrong Answer Book Release: Chapter 19, 20, and 21

Wrong Answer 

(book and online series release) 

by author Michael Christopher Blocker.

Edited by Benita Blocker.

2017

Chapter 19

I arrive at Bankers First at 3:20 pm with a good ten minutes to spare. Wearing dressy casual attire, I walk in and give my name. I state that I have an appointment with the manager. I'm escorted to an office in the back.  When I enter,  there's an attractive woman sitting behind 'her' desk. She stands, extends out her hand, and says her name is Dianna Tatum. 

I extend my hand as I respond "Michael C. Blocker."  We shake hands, and she asks me to please take a seat. She smiles at me and asks what the C stands for? I tell her Christopher as I smile back.  She then asks what my business is? I tell her that I'm working at Club Car, and I make good money there.  However, I'm staying in a shady environment, and I have valuables that I don't want to lose.  I was thinking that a safety deposit box would be a good idea for the time being. 

At least, until I'm in a better position to move.  Miss Tatum said she understood and then she stood up and asked me to come with her. We walked down a hall in the opposite direction from the way I came. We reached a door at the end of the hall that looked like a utility closet, but it wasn't though. In fact, Miss Tatum reached inside her blouse and came up with a little key on a chain around her neck. She stuck the key in a little slot on the door and the door slid back to reveal an elevator. We stepped inside and when the door closed, she stuck the key in a slot on the side marked B-3. The elevator descended to B-3, and when the door opened,we stepped out into a black marbled room. On one side were several rooms, each had their own desk and cushioned chair. The other side was full of safety deposit boxes. She explained that the rooms were for privacy and that once I "obtained" a box, I would be the only one with a key to that box. I could request a spare if I wanted to, but it was not recommended for security reasons of course. I told her that I was pleased with the setup and saw that I made the right choice in banks. I was ready to fill out the necessary paperwork and obtain my box. I also asked for that spare key. I had two people in mind when I asked for it. I'll make the decision on whom to give it to later. After going back up with Miss Tatum to her office, filling out paperwork and receiving my two keys, I was brought down once again to be introduced to my box. We went inside one of the rooms, and I took the paper bag out of the backpack. I took out the five stacks and placed them in my box. I closed the lid, locked it, and took my box to its place on the wall.   I locked the box in, checked and rechecked it before I got back on that elevator with Miss Tatum. When I reached her office for the third and last time, I told her thanks for her help. She smiled and quickstepped over to her desk.  She opened her drawer, pulled out a business card and reached out to give it to me.  At the last second, she pulled back and wrote something on it. Then she extended the business card to me and said "if you have any questions or concerns, please don't hesitate to call me. That's my office number on the front; my cell number is on the back."  She kind of blushed as she was saying this to me. I smiled and told her "I'd think of something". Then I walked right out of Bankers First, and the only destination I had in mind was Rainn's place. I've got a whole lot of explaining to do.

Chapter 20

As soon as I got in my car,  I loosened the tie around my neck. I took Miss Tatum's card out of my pocket and stuck it in the glove box. I pulled out of Bankers First and decided to stop at a gift shop. When i arrived, I reached inside the other bag and came out with the diamond bracelet, necklace, earrings and the Rolex watch. I took them inside in order to have them wrapped as gifts. I took the spare safe deposit box key and slipped it on the diamond solitaire necklace chain. I also had the names Rainn and Chris engraved on the back of the Rolex.

I guess, you can call me mushy. After everything was wrapped in peach paper with little hearts and stars, I paid the lady behind the counter and took my gifts to the car. I drove to the floral shop about a mile and a half down, and I bought nine orchids. I thought the bouquet would be nice. When I got back in my car, I dialed up Rainn. I let the phone ring four times before I hung up. I didn't call back either. I just kept on driving, heading toward her place. My phone buzzed a few minutes later, and it was her returning my call. When I answered, she asked "where are you?" I answered "almost at your place." She said "oh?" I asked her what she meant by "oh." She responded with "I was about ready to cuss your ass out, but since you wizened up and made the right decision, there's no need." I couldn't help but to smile. I said "see you in a few" and disconnected. I was trying to figure out the right way and perfect timing to tell her everything. I didn't want to be blunt and straightforward. I also didn't want to postpone the inevitable another day. 

All these thoughts disappeared though as I pulled up in front of her place. She was standing outside her apartment in a tank top and some old-school white gym shorts that were tight as hell. She was looking too good, if that's even possible. Gypsy ran out to my car as I was getting out. She damn near knocked me back inside the driver's seat, but she successfully made me drop the bouquet of orchids. I picked them up and made my way over to Rainn. Disarrayed orchids in one hand and a bag of gifts in the other. I walked right up to her and kissed her lips. She returned my kiss with as much enthusiasm as I had given it, if not more. When we finally pulled apart for air, she asked "are those for me?" I simply said ''yes." Then I said "lets go in; I've brought gifts." She gave a squeal of delight and led me inside. 

I set her down in the love seat and presented each gift to her. Rolex first and I asked her to read the inscriptions out loud, then the diamonds next. Diamond earrings first, bracelet second, and the necklace last. When she asked about the little key on the necklace, I told her that it was the key to my heart. She was the only one with it. I told her to please keep up with it, then I asked her to promise me she would never lose or misplace it, which she promised. 

It was amazing watching the way her grey eyes lit up with each gift. Even now, her eyes still have a way of captivating me and making time seem to stand still. Realizing the extent of my love for her and not wanting to keep her in the blind, I think that I found the perfect way to tell her the truth. I silently said a prayer, then I stand up...

Chapter 21

 I look Rainn in her eyes and tell her "hold on babe, I forgot something in the car I'll be right back." Gypsy and I walk out to the Cougar and I open the door and pull out the bag with the $43,000 in it. I lock back up, and we go back inside. I hand the bag to her, and she looks inside. She stares at the money for a full minute before dumping it out on the floor. When the bundles hit the floor, she looks up at me and says "so that's how it is, you chose to follow B and risk everything?'' I tried to convince her that there was no risk. I explained how we watched the house. I even told her that the safe was open, and we had the alarm codes to the house. "What risk?'' I ask. She's not trying to hear it though.  She is livid. She starts taking off the necklace that I had just put around her neck. I ask her what she's doing, and she says "I won't sit by while you throw your life away, if this is what you choose you can do it without me." I tell her "the gifts have nothing to do with the lick; those are from me and my paychecks." She sets the necklace down with the rest of the jewelry. Then she starts picking up the money off the floor and stuffing it back into the bag. I watch her in silence and when she's done, she extends the bag out to me and says "I think you should leave." I'm hurt by those words, but I won't tell her so. 

I look in her eyes once again; then, I turn around and walk right out of her front door leaving her with the bag still in her clutched hand. When I reach my car, I don't even look back. I just hop in crank up and pull off. I'm pissed off. I want it to be at her but really I'm more pissed at myself. Now, I'm thinking that I shouldn't have said anything at all. How stupid am I? Instantly, I think of calling Carol.  What a disaster that will be though. She'll definitely be disappointed with me. I'll just have to let time run its course. Truth is always best; sometimes you just have to give it in doses. I can see now that I chose the wrong timing. She'll come around and forgive me hopefully.  It's my "first fuckup" so she has to. If she doesn't, then the relationship wasn't worth it anyway. I'll just have to make sure that I don't fuck up again. I guess a hard lesson was learned, is there really any other way? 

Driving and thinking, it seems as though I have no destination in mind, but realize I am headed towards Nasty's place. I must be a sucker for harsh treatment cause I know Leslie is waiting for some getback. B and I need to figure out what to do with this jewelry. There's no time like the present. 

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Wrong Answer Book Release: Chapter 18

Wrong Answer 

(book and online series release) 

by author Michael Christopher Blocker.

Edited by Benita Blocker.

2017

Chapter 18

We get back to Nasty's home, and Leslie is at the door waiting on him. I get out of the car with my bag, look at her, and say "I see the hag is off the broom and standing at the threshold." She says "as always nigga, fuck you". Now, things are back to normal. I tell B that I'll get with him later. We have to get off this jewelry, and it has to be done with the upmost care. Right now, though, I'm thinking of the best place to stash this quarter mill. I pull out my phone and dial up Rainn. She answers on the second ring with "you must have just returned to Earth from some type of deep space travel, that is the only excuse I'll accept." I smile to myself before responding with "the only deep space I'll travel is you, and I haven't returned to Earth since I met you. I don't want to either." She's quiet now.  I only hear her breathing. After a few seconds of silence, she finally asks when I'm coming over? 

I tell her that I have a few more errands to run, but please, believe I'm rushing through this. I ask if she needs anything, and how is Gypsy? She says that she just wants to see me. Guilt starts creeping in again. We say our goodbyes and disconnect. I'll have to tell her sooner or later.  I don't want our relationship to be built on lies, but I'll cross that bridge when i get to it. I pull up to my apartment with relief, hop out and take everything inside. I don't think that I've ever been this glad to be home. I go to the fridge and grab an "Icehouse" beer. Then I head straight to the shower. Thinking ahead has me figuring it's time for upgrades. I need to hide or invest this money. I'm not talking about buying weight and selling dope. I need a way to flip this bread legitimately. I need to talk to Carol, but that's out of the question. I'll have to figure this out on my own. I get out of the shower, change clothes, and grab the backpack. 

I take out $43,000, a pair of diamond earrings, a diamond bracelet, a solitaire diamond necklace, and a Rolex watch for ladies. I place all of this in a separate bag, then i go to the kitchenette and find plastic bags and duct tape. I wrap and tape the remaining $200,000 in stacks of $40,000. I place the five stacks in a paper bag and put the paper bag inside the backpack. I put the remaining jewelry inside a plastic bag, roll it up tight, then tape it tight. I walk to the bathroom, take the toilet top off and tape the jewelry bundle under there. It's almost 2 pm in the afternoon, so I call "Bankers First" and ask to speak to the manager.  I inquire about safety deposit boxes, and an appointment is made for 3:30pm. I figure I'll hide the $200,000 in the bank until i can invest it or something. Then, I'll get it out legitimately. It seems like a good idea, and I can't think of a better one at the moment. 

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Wrong Answer Book Release: Chapter 17

Wrong Answer 

(book and online series release) 

by author Michael Christopher Blocker.

Edited by Benita Blocker.

2017

Chapter 17

We pull up at Augusta Inn, and Nasty goes inside to get a room and card key. Then he drives around to room 106, which is located on the side of the inn away from alot of traffic and away from the main office.  We grab the bags out of the trunk and head inside.  B goes back out to the car for the guns, and when he's back in the room, he makes sure the door is secured by placing the table in front of it, raised up under the doorknob.  He looks at me, gives me a nervous laugh, and says "it can't hurt." 

I shake my head and grab one of the bags, dumping its contents on the bed.  I start counting the twenties first.  B dumps the other bag, and he starts counting too. There's three bags in all and so much money that I'm shaking while trying to count.  I've never seen this much money in my life. After the twenties, comes the fifties, then the ones and fives.  I saved the hundreds for last.  After I count twice, I take a look at some of the jewelry. There's rings, necklaces, all sizes of diamonds, and crazy watches.  Everything looks "top of the line."  I counted out two hundred forty three thousand dollars.  Plus, what I guess is about another sixty to seventy thousand in jewelry. B is still counting, and I ask him if he needs help.  It's almost mid-morning now.  I'm hungry, tired, anxious, and I need to call Rainn.  At least, this is his second count.

When he's finally done, he's counted two hundred and thirty two thousand. He hasn't even looked at his portion of jewelry. It dawns on me that we're in a motel room with over a half of a million in money and jewelry.  I started sweating and immediately went to the window to peep outside.  I'm realizing that this room might not have been a good idea after all. I'm ready to go, and I tell this to B. Perhaps, I'm just being paranoid, but B agrees with me about leaving. 

We repack our spoils, not even bothering to split it up evenly.  B pulls out his phone and calls his client first. He tells her that he has her portion, and he'll meet with her later. Then he calls Leslie and informs her about one hundred and fifteen thousand. Clearly keeping the whole truth from her. I can't say I blame him.  She surely doesn't need to know everything because then she'd be wanting everything. I want to call Rainn and hear her voice, but I won't. We finally load everything back up and leave the Augusta Inn. I ask B where he plans to stop at and grab something to eat, he says he was thinking about hiring a personal chef to come over and make a special dish. I tell him to stop by IHOP for me.  I'm gonna keep it simple.  Hungry as I am right now, an omelet and pancakes is just what I need. And as we drive on, I can't help but to wonder how much my life is about to change for the better. A quarter million dollars better. 

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Painting with a Twist: Turtle Headed Home

Painting by Benita Blocker

"Turtle Headed Home" was one of my most challenging paintings thus far!  I loved it!  I enlarged the turtle, made less beach, and rougher waters. It was my fifth painting class.

The original painting

Wrong Answer Book Release: Chapters 15 and 16

Wrong Answer 

(book and online series release) 

by author Michael Christopher Blocker.

Edited by Benita Blocker.

2017

Chapter 15

No plan is perfect and each plan changes with the job. I spent almost a whole weekend making plans before I finally realized that there's no need. I figured that even though the payoff is BIG, the JOB isn't. It's a simple burglary. The only plan I need is an escape plan. A way out of the neighborhood and out of the city if need be. Nasty and I have to trust that his "client" knows what she's talking about when it comes to the alarm code. Too late for mistakes now. Talking it out with Nasty made me realize that I'd rather be doing this lick by my lonesome. Some people just have to make things difficult. It's like they can't help it. I think I fall into that category sometimes. This job should be a simple in and out. Nasty and I have watched this house for two nights straight. We both know that between the hours of 10pm and 3am, no one's home.

So we're going in tonight around 11:30pm. It's almost 9pm, and I'm anxious as hell. I check my inventory for the hundredth time, making sure I have my locksmith tools and my gun. My gloves and mask are already in my pockets. I'm in all black and so is Nasty. I'm praying that once we're in the house that the safe won't be that hard to get into. We have to be out of there by 2:30am. Cracking safes takes finesse. You can't rush the locking mechanisms. Time is not always on your side. Enough of the second guessing, I gather everything and head towards the door. Nasty's outside waiting,and it's time to get the show started. I hop in the passenger side, and he pulls off. We're not smoking, drinking or even listening to any music. We both have to be clearheaded. I'm staying focused, and I can't lie, I'm a little excited. Hell, who wouldn't be over 90 thousand dollars?

I've imagined several ways to spend the money, and most of them involves Rainn. Thinking of her makes my heart heavy. I had to lie to her about not coming over tonight, and I hated doing that. I'll just have to make it up to her. Right now though, I have to force her out of my mind. We're getting close, and I'm not trying to be distracted. Nasty makes the last left into "Woodgate Homes," and I tell him to ride around the neighborhood first, then circle around the other way. I want to make sure there's no "security" patrolling the area, neighborhood watch and all that. He says it looks all clear to him, and I totally agree. He parks at the end of the next street over, and we both get out and start walking. The moment of truth has arrived.

Chapter 16

Before we get 20ft from Nasty's car, I tell him to hold up. I dash back to his car and hop in. I take the gun out of the middle of my bookbag and place it in the glove compartment. I don't think that I'll need it since Nasty packed his. I get back out and resume walking, making sure the backpack I grabbed is secured tightly to my back. I'm not worried about looking suspicious.  It's late, and it doesn't seem like any of the neighbors are up. 

We arrive at the house and walk straight to the front door like we live there. Nasty unlocks the door and immediately goes to the alarm box and starts punching in the code. At his first try, the light remains red, and I'm thinking his "client" was wrong. On his second try, when the light remains red, I'm ready to make a run for it, but I tell him to take a deep breath and try it again.  

He does and with his third attempt, the light turns green.  He closes the front door, and we walk through the house, checking each room. We work our way up to the third floor master bedroom, and when I finally see the safe, I'm almost mortified.  Its like nothing I've ever seen before. It stands about 7ft and looks like something that should be in the U.S. Pentagon. 

There's a big red light shining about midways on the safe, with a green light right beside it that's dark. I assume it's locked, and I tell Nasty that I'm not sure about this type of safe. I don't see a number touch pad or a turn dial. The only thing that I see is a fingerprint recognition screen, and I don't know anything about those. I walk over to the safe in awe, getting a better look. It certainly is state of the art. I reach out, grab the handle and try turning it left and right. Nothing happens, but when i pull the handle the door opens just a fraction.

I keep pulling, and the door slowly opens all the way. Nasty shines a penlight inside, and both our mouths drop open. There's six shelves inside, four of them are stacked with money and two contain jewelry. I see Rolex, Bulova, stacks of hundred dollar bills, fifties and twenties. There's even a moneybag with Susan B. Anthony dollar coins inside, and they don't even make those anymore. I don't know how much is in the safe, but there's definitely more than 90 thousand. i take my backpack off and start stuffing it. Nasty does the same and within 8 minutes we clean the safe out. Mission accomplished; time to go. 

We go downstairs at a brisk pace trying to move fast, but we can't because the bags are so heavy. Fortune was on our side tonight. We make it out the front door and keep a calm, nonchalant pace as we walk back to Nasty's car. We put the backpacks in the trunk, hop in, and he pulls off. We drive right out of "Woodgate Homes" and not soon enough. Now, we have to go and count this "moolah." Nasty suggests his place. I say "no" to that and suggest getting a room at Augusta Inn. He agrees so that's what we do.

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Wrong Answer Book Release: Chapter 14

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Wrong Answer 

(book and online series release) 

by author Michael Christopher Blocker.

Edited by Benita Blocker.

2017

Chapter 14

Later on that night, while Rainn and I are watching TV, I get a call from Nasty.  He's calling to tell me he has my other two bands, and of course, he wants to know my decision.  I tell him that I'll pick up the money after I get off from work tomorrow.  That's all I say before I hang up.  He knows I can't talk, and believe it or not, I know I'm still contemplating the 90 thousand.  That's why I didn't or haven't told Nasty "No" yet.

Twenty minutes later, I get a call from Carol, my cousin and “conscience.”  She's calling to check in on me, and see how I'm doing.  She's been making sure to keep me on the “path of righteousness" as she calls it. I'm always happy to hear her voice.  I'm grateful to God for her "intervention."  If it wasn't for her contacting me when I was in prison at my lowest, I don't know where I'd be at this moment in life or even if I'd be alive.  She ask me if everything is alright.  I tell her it is, being evasive.  I'm not about to tell her of my dilemma.  I already know what she would say.  I assure her that I'm good, and I inquire about the family.  She tells me everyone's fine.  We small talk for a minute and end the call with her making plans to visit. I can't wait to see her and give her a big hug.  Even though, when we hang up, I start feeling "guilty" because I know that I have determined the "wrong answer" to my dilemma.  

I realize that I seriously want to go after the 90 bands with B.  I just hope nothing goes wrong, and in the back of my mind is the thought that "something always does."  Enough thinking. I push all thoughts and doubts out of my mind and focus on enjoying the rest of the night with Rainn.

Gypsy trotted over just as calm as could be, grabbed my phone with her mouth and took off with it.  I jumped up and chased her to the back room before I was able to wrestle it from her.  I swear that dog can read minds.  She has to be the smartest pet in the world.  I ask Rainn has she ever had Gypsy tested?  And she responded with "Now, she's family, that's all that matters."  I tell her that she's too intelligent for an ordinary dog.  Rainn says "she's not ordinary; she's extraordinary." I agree.  There's nothing else to be said.  So I sit down and resume the TV watching with Rainn.  She's definitely the best thing that's happened to me in a long time.  Later on, while we're in the bed spooning, Rainn asks "What's troubling me?"  I tell her "nothing really."  She then says "Try looking at it from this perspective:  Is B-Nasty and 90 thousand dollars worth you losing all that you have now?"

I tell her immediately "hell no, it's not!" then I ask her if she's trying to tell me something? She replies "It's a no brainer Chris, I'm not telling you anything you don't already know.  The risk is not worth your life as you now have it."  I tell her that I'm not doing it so that we can drop the subject.  She says "the subject is dropped in my book, you need to tell your mind that."  Then she put her face in the pillow and said that she was going to sleep. I said “Goodnight.”  She said “Ditto.”  My sleep was troubled though.  The night turned out to be rather long.

The next morning, I showered, dressed, fed Gypsy, let her out, fixed an omelet with onions, bell peppers, cheese, sausage and turkey slices.  I poured Rainn a glass of pineapple juice and a mug of coffee.  Took it all to her while she was still in the bed, kissed her on the lips and forehead and told her that  I'll call her on one of my breaks.  I asked her to put the Mollys and five racks up, and I was out of there.  I was eager to get to work. I was also ready for the work day to be over.  I pull up in the parking deck for “employees only,” right behind Regina's Expedition.  That's exactly what I need a dose of Regina's realness. I know that she will give it to me uncut.  As we are walking into the factory, I tell her that I have something to talk to her about at break. She responds with "sure thing, and morning to you too!"

The morning starts off slow, but soon picks up as I get into the routine of things.  This welding gig is really easy once you get the hang of it. Fire doesn't care who it burns though.  So controlling the flame is imperative.  Before I know it, break time arrives.  I've got thirty minutes to talk to Regina so we head to the break area and distance ourselves from everyone else.  She says "so what's up nigga? What'cha want to talk about? "

I tell her I've got a chance to make about 50 bands, but my girl doesn't want me to do it.  My cousin doesn't want me to do it, and I'm not even sure that I want to do it.    She asks me if I have to kill anybody? I tell her "Hell naw!"  She then ask me if my girl and cousin are crazy or retarded?  "What bitch'll try and stop a nigga from getting 50 racks?"  Hell, tell me how to do it, and I'll get it! I'll give you 10 of 'em for a finders fee nigga."  I start laughing, and she laughs with me.

Then she says  “In all seriousness though, it has to be real good reasons the two of them are saying not to do it, so I'm gonna say this: all money isn't good money; maybe you should pass on it.  The decision is ultimately yours, so if you decided to do it make sure you think it all the way through.  Pros, cons, risks, rewards, all that shit nigga.  A good plan is the best prevention.  Just don't make it too complicated.  And if you need help getting that money, call me up.  Shit, I always need extra bread."  We both laughed again. Regina's realness is so refreshing at times. Other times, it can be harsh.  I tell her thanks, and she says “Nigga please, lunch on you today."  Cool with me.  The bell rings, and we head back to the line and workstations.  Another two hours before lunch.  I'm going to see how many frames I can knock out by then.  I have to figure out or either ask Regina what she'd prefer for lunch. I'll eat just about anything so I'll let her decide. Plus, I have to call Rainn and Nasty. It's time for us to get together and orchestrate this lick. I want to try to foolproof it for all contingencies.

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Wrong Answer Book Release: Chapter 13

Wrong Answer 

(book and online series release) 

by author Michael Christopher Blocker.

Edited by Benita Blocker.

2017

Chapter 13 

I'm awaken by constant licking to my face.  I guess, Gypsy is telling me it's time to get up.  I can hear the shower running, and Rainn humming in it. I sit up in the bed, and I suddenly smell food and coffee.  I head into the bathroom near Rainn’s shower stall to take a "quiet" piss.  I make sure to wipe the seat and let it back down. It was not until I flushed the toilet that Rainn screams.  I laugh as I step into the shower with her.  She looks at me with all seriousness and says "that wasn't funny." She's trying to hide her smile though.  I tell her "My bad babe."  She says "now, that you're here" and turns around so I can wash her back. In fact, I washed her whole body, cute toes and all. Finally, she looked me in the eyes and said "I could get used to this, you do realize you're spoiling me?" I just kissed her.  There really wasn't a need to say anything.  

We finished the shower, dried off, got halfway dressed, and went to the kitchen to eat.  Cinnamon Toast, scrambled eggs, Jimmy Dean sausage, half of grapefruit and Folgers coffee.  Gypsy had a big bowl of Cinnamon Toast Crunch.  After we ate, I spilled the beans to Rainn and told her everything.  She already knew about B's arrest and me bonding him out.  I told her about the “90 bands.” When I was finished briefing her, she was thoughtful and quiet.  So I took that moment to walk out to my car and get the yellow envelope.  Gypsy accompanied me out to my car.  I also grabbed the Mollys and took them back inside with me.  Once inside, I placed everything on the table.  Pictures, blueprints, pills and the 5 G's. Rainn was still silent so I asked her what was up; what was she thinking?  She looked at me with such intensity that I was momentarily lost.  

She finally broke the silence and said "I meant every word I spoke when we made love this morning.  I do love you.  I don't say those words with ease either.  I've been hurt a lot, and I only say them when my heart is taken.  I don't use those words for sex or to get my way.  When I say them, I mean them, with my complete soul."  I could see the truth of her statement in her eyes.  She continued: "You have to realize that more lives are at stake other than yours and B-Nasty's.  All money isn't necessarily good money, and no money is worth the risk of your life if it doesn't involve family or saving someone. You don't need the money that bad.  We don't need the money nor the risk. You should tell B- Nasty to find someone else. Neither one of you should do it."
  

I'm the one who’s quiet and thoughtful now.  I go over to her and hug her tight as I can.  Then I tell her that I meant my every word.  "I fell in love with you when you stormed off from me in Footlocker.  I've been loving you ever since.  I just couldn't say it yet.  But now, you know.  I love you Rainn."  As soon as I said that, Gypsy gave a loud bark.  I said "I love you too Gypsy."  Rainn and I both laughed a little.  I kissed her, and then I told her that I'll tell B what she said and that I have to work tomorrow.  She tells me that I might as well get comfortable because I'm not going anywhere until I go to work.  I smile and tell her "I'm comfortable around you." She says, "I'll be right back."  When she leaves, Gypsy looks at me like.  What now?  Rainn returns a few minutes later with wraps, the zip bag of gas and absolutely no clothes on.  Before she can take another step though, I jump up out of my chair I look at her and say "I see sweet treats." She shakes the bag of gas, and I shake my head "no."  My eyes are only on her and when she realizes what I'm talking about she turns around and takes off running towards the bedroom.  I give chase, both of us laughing like kids the whole time.

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