Wrong Answer Book Release: Chapter 12 Partial

Wrong Answer 

(book and online series release) 

by author Michael Christopher Blocker.

Edited by Benita Blocker.

2017

Chapter 12

I fire up the blunt while walking toward Rainn's door.  As soon as Rainn opens the door, I can tell that she's kind of pissed.  I'm high. I attempt to kiss her on the lips, but she turned her head at the last second.  So I kiss her on the cheek, pass the blunt to her, and head towards her bedroom. I feel her eyes staring holes through my back.  Gypsy follows me to the bedroom, and I tell her "I think that I'm in big trouble girl." She whines like she understands me and as I sit on the bed I reach out and scratch her under her jaws and neck.  Gypsy closes her eyes and enjoys the moment.

Rainn makes her way to the bedroom blowing smoke and passes the blunt to me.  I take a puff and blow Gypsy a shotgun. I pass the blunt back to Rainn and tell her "I'm good."  She hits the blunt and replies "I'm NOT."  

I start to explain what held me up at Nasty's  for so long, but before I can continue she leans in, parts my lips with her tongue, and blows me a shotgun.   She then pushes me all the way back on the bed, straddles me and tells me "Talk is not what I need right now."  I feel her grinding as she leans over to place the rest of the blunt in the ashtray on the nightstand.  I reach up and gently start massaging her breasts.  She moans. She begins to grind harder. She says softly "I've been anticipating this moment all night."  I'm throbbing at this point.  She's hot, and I can feel her dampness through my pants.  We hurriedly undress each other, and she tells Gypsy to get out.  I flip her over on her back, and I start at her neck with my tongue.

(The remainder of Chapter Twelve was too steamy to publish online without age restrictions.  You will find the full Chapter 12 in the hardcopy release of the book.)

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Cuban Artwork: The Full Cycle of Black Love

I purchased this canvas around 1998 in New York City, New York.

I recently pulled it out of storage (year 2017), and I immediately was appalled by the artwork. 

• I didn't think the lady's hair was neat enough.
• I felt the couple's skin color was too dark.
• I did not see any class in this picture.

Then one of my friends noticed that the woman's head was not covered so she said this artwork was NOT Black artwork.  I had two people to identify the artwork as Cuban.

Then I took a long, hard look at the artwork again, and I found a lot of irony.

• Straight hair - possibly naturally straight hair versus relaxed hair plus
• Dark skin complexion plus
• Latin/Spanish fashion.

What a combination!  I could not find any information on the artist "Hannity" as I began to re-appreciate this canvas.

What did  I see in this artwork - 20 years ago?

  I think that I saw pure "Black Love."

• Forget the "Brand name" clothes
• Forget wearing shoes
• Forget all the worldly distractions

Just enjoy life.

Wrong Answer Book Release: Chapter Eleven

Wrong Answer 

(book and online series release) 

by author Michael Christopher Blocker.

Edited by Benita Blocker.

2017

Chapter Eleven

Nasty and I return to the den and I open the second envelope.  Inside is two pictures and some blueprints. The first picture is of a three story house.  The second picture is of a Title Pawn Shop near downtown.  In other words, a hot zone.  The blueprints are for the Title Pawn.  I quickly look up from the pictures directly at Nasty and he says "the difference is ninety thousand versus thirty to forty thousand." 

I say "excuse me?"  

He says "Hold up, let me explain." Then he calls for Leslie.  She walks in with a zip bag of gas and some wraps.  The shit is so loud I say "that must be onion weed; I'm on the verge of crying." She says "boy, you stupid as hell" laughing all at the same.  She sits by me and rolls 2 perfect blunts, lights one, takes a few puffs and passes it to me.  I don't know why, but whenever we're together smoking, we always pass to the right.  After I've passed the blunt and Nasty hits it, he continues.  One of Leslie's girlfriends works at the Title Pawn. I'm thinking that's where the ninety thousand is at, but I'm way off though.  

That's when Leslie explains that all Title Pawns keep anywhere from thirty to forty thousand in a small safe in the back of the office.  The safe is small enough for two people to load in a car or truck.  Not a wall safe but a small safe that sits on the floor.  I'm listening and grasping what she's saying, but my mind is wrapped around the 90K.  I say "tell me about the house with the ninety thousand; make it good too, because you know I'm through with burglaries and shit."  

So Leslie then shuts up, and B starts talking.  He states that one of his "clients, a.k.a. one of his other ho’s” who is an interior decorator started free talking one night.  She stayed on the subject of a particular house, her arrangements, and the wall safe that she had seen all the money in.  The wall safe is a walk-in safe.  She says that there is all kinds of watches, jewelry, bonds, and stacks of hundred dollar bills.  This really sounds like it's too good to be true.  And it probably is, but the sweet part is that his "client" mentioned the state of the art security system in this house, and she just happens to know the code to the alarm system, which hasn't been changed since she finished her "decorations."  At least, she doesn't think it’s been changed.  

I'm starting to feel like I'm too high because this shit is too easy to process which in turn makes it hard.  My brain is already throwing in obstacles and wrong case scenarios. I'm probably my own worst critic.  I've already picked out about six problems with this ninety thousand dollar meal ticket.  I have to stop thinking.  If I don't, I'll think myself right out of doing it.  "I need to come down" I say out loud "I think I'm out there instead of up there."  Leslie says "don't let the door hit you on the way out."  I look at her and tell her to "suck it."  

B walks me out so I can catch some air.  While outside he fires up the other blunt, hits it a few times and passes it.  I take it, but I stop short of hitting it.  We are both quiet until I say "Man, I'll hit you up in a couple of days, I have to run some things around first, ya feel me?" He responds with "Let me know something by then, because if you're not in, then I'll have to find someone else.  “This is too sweet for me to pass up." We dap each other then I hop in my Cougar and take off. 

I try to pull the blunt but it is out.  So I place it in the ashtray and dial up Rainn on my phone.  It is going on midnight, and I'm hoping that she hasn't jumped in the bed yet.  She answers on the third ring, and I ask if she was sleeping? She says she was outside with Gypsy.  I ask if it is too late to come over?  She says I should have been over there hours ago. 

 I totally agreed.

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Copperhead snake: Betrayal and Protection

Probably seeking warmth from the concrete, this copperhead snake made my patio home.

My client said it stands for the betrayal that I am experiencing in the communtiy.  

As well as protection from  the evil.

Wrong Answer Book Release: Chapter Ten

Wrong Answer 

(book and online series release) 

by author Michael Christopher Blocker.

Edited by Benita Blocker.

2017

Chapter Ten

Riding down the highway headed home, my mind is really heavy.  What is it that Nasty wants to discuss?  It better be some talk about my money.  I definitely need my bread back. I had to stay over an extra couple of hours this evening just to weld an extra hundred frames.  I need the money to build my stash back up. So I dial up Nasty on my phone.  He answers and asks me where I'm at?  I tell him headed home, and he suggests coming over to his spot.  I tell him in about an hour, I just got off, and I've got some things to check on at my place first.

I make it home, and I go straight to the fridge and grab me a beer.  I need to unwind for a minute. Then I head for the shower. My mind is still really, really heavy thinking about my money that still needs to be replaced, Nasty’s plans to reimburse me, and the past weekend as a whole.  All of which reminds me that I have 100 mollys in my seat cushion.  I've got to get them out of my ride and sell them - at least half of them.  I'm in grind mode again. I've got to stack every dollar.  I can't afford any losses right now. Setbacks are not configured into this equation.  As soon as I am dressed, I call Rainn and tell her what's up. 

I ask her about her day first, then I ask if she needs anything.  I inquire about Gypsy and as soon as I say her name I hear her bark in the background. "You must have me on speaker." "Of course," Rainn responds. I tell her "I'll stop by later and check on her. I'll call when I am on my way because I don't know what Nasty has planned.  Hopefully, it's something about my money. Maybe he'll have half or maybe all of it. I hope so anyway.  I hung up with Rainn, and I go out to my ride.  I hop inside the driver's seat and slide in my Drake C.D. "Jumpman" blasting out of my speakers. 

I pull up at Nasty's pad and soon enough, I'm inside with a glass of Ciroc and pineapple juice.  I'm sitting in the den patiently sipping on my drink while waiting on him to finish his quarrel with Leslie.  She's always bitching about something.  I don't see how he puts up with her constant nagging and whining, especially since she's his main girl.  I don't think she could even be my side chick, too much drama.  

A few moments later, she storms by heading for the kitchen, half naked as usual.  Leslie's a 20 on the scale of 1 to 10 in the "looks" department.  Half Black and half Asian. But her attitude and personality makes her a zero in my book.  Finally, Nasty walks in and throws me a big yellow envelope. I open it and dump the contents out on the coffee table.  There's five stacks and another yellow envelope folded in half.  He tells me that the whole seven was there, but Leslie snatched two.  I jump up to go confront the bitch, but he stops me and says he'll get the last two to me tomorrow or the next day.  I sit back down, and he continues telling me how he's facing this time with the new charge. His lawyer is only talking about "the best deal" and how he can beat the charges.  I feel his pain, and I tell him so.  Neither one of us are high so this whole conversation is too real.  

He says "Since I'll probably be going down the road, I need to stack some money and I could use your help."  I respond with "I'm not sure if they're hiring at my job, but I'll check." He says "Naw fool, I'm talking about a job, but not your job." I ask him what he means? He tells me to open the second envelope.  Before I can grab it though Leslie calls out that if we're hungry we can bring our asses in the kitchen.  It had been smelling good for the last 40 minutes or so, of course, I'm gamed.  I beat Nasty to the kitchen and as soon as I walk in I see nothing but ass bent over, and Leslie pulling a dish out of the stove.  She's making boy shorts look like thongs, the way her ass is chewing them up.  "Put some clothes on I yell!" 

"Nigga, fuck you, stop looking at my ass" she responds. "I wasn't looking at your ass, I was looking up your pussy because it's hanging so low."  She immediately threw one of the oven mitts at me, then she threw the other one because she couldn't think of a quick comeback.  Then she told me to fix my own damn plate.  I couldn't do anything but smile.  I think this is the first time I've seen her at a loss for words.  To savor this moment is out of the question because I'm distracted by the food. 

Shrimp in some kind of creamy pasta sauce. Chicken breast wrapped in bacon, string beans and potatoes, fried not broiled.  And croissants, hot and buttery as hell.  She did the damn thang in that kitchen I tell her so when I finished, she just sticks out her tongue and flips me the bird.

 I reply "Ditto."

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Augusta Georgia judicial circle pulling strings in North Carolina?

An affiliate of Kathy Lenze, member of Meeting Street Homes at Rosedale Board of Directors

Kathy Lenze's affiliate- ultimate dream is to play Augusta National.

How coincidental is that?

Wrong Answer Book Release: Chapter Nine

Wrong Answer 

(book and online series release) 

by author Michael Christopher Blocker.

Edited by Benita Blocker.

2017

Chapter Nine

I know I must start back working out.  I feel like I’ve ran a marathon.  To top it off, I got to go to work.  Not just yet though. Right now, I just want to lay here and watch her as she sleeps.  She’s that beautiful.  Picture perfect.  I look around for my jeans, thinking about capturing her essence with my phone.  I don’t know where they’re at though, and I don’t want to move and risk disturbing her.  I reflect back to when she was on top, looking at me while she slowly rode up and down.  Looking up into those grey eyes and watching her face was like time had stopped.  Nothing else existed or even mattered except the two of us joined together as one.  Even the way she tasted was amazing.

My reminiscing was disturbed, and I was brought back to reality by this constant whining sound.  It dawns on me that Gypsy probably needs to go out.  I ease off the bed gently so as not to disturb "sleeping beauty."  I find my jeans and my phone.  I quickly snap a picture, and I go to let Gypsy out.  When Gypsy returns, we both go to the kitchen, she's in search of food and water.  I, on the other hand, am on the hunt for coffee.  I find a can of Folgers and start the coffee machine.  It is about time for me to be out so I can get to work on time. I pour two cups, black, one for Rainn of course, plus my own.  I take them carefully to her bedroom so I can wake her.  As I approach the bedside, I notice her nostrils flaring, and then she opens her eyes, looks at me and smiles. It would appear that the smell of the Folgers wakes her before I can.  She tells me "good morning" and then sings the "Folgers jingle" in a cute and sexy morning voice, " The best part of waking up is Folgers in your cup."  We both burst out laughing. 

It's something sexy about being silly in the morning, but I tell her I have to bounce so I can get to work on time.  She tells me to drive carefully and call her whenever I get a break.  I assure her that I will. Before rushing out the door, I take a quick shower and leave giving me enough time to go by my spot and change into a more appropriate work attire.

I clock in with only two minutes to spare. As soon as I'm on the line diligently working, Regina, one of my co-workers starts picking at me "Why are you all smiles this morning? You must be having alot of happy thoughts.  You must share details." I laugh briefly and respond with "I'm sworn to secrecy, if I tell you I'll have to kill you."  She comes back with "Nigga, please, come on and spill it.  I want all the details."  I hit her back with "A gentleman never kisses and tells."  She snaps back with "Nigga, you know you're anything but gentle." Damn near the whole assembly line starts laughing, including me. 

The day is definitely starting out okay.  I hope the rest of the work week will follow suit.  I soon get lost in the rhythm of the work on the production line.  Before I know it, lunch break time comes around.  I take off for the break area.  I've got calls to make.  The first number I dial is Leslie's, to see if Nasty is up and around.  She answers her usual way "whatcha' want fool?" I reply with " Not you, where's Nasty?" She tells me to "hold on while she fetches him, then hangs up on me. 

 "Stank ass bitch" as I mumble to myself.  I dial the number again. This time B answers the phone, and we make plans to meet up later on in the evening.  He tells me that he has something important to discuss with me.  I ask him what it concerns? He just says it has something to do with one of my old expertise.  I'm definitely curious as to what he's talking about.  We hang up, and I call Rainn's phone number.  The phone rings three times and her voicemail kicks in.  I end the call and hit redial.  I get the same result, and I don't like leaving voice messages.  I'll try again a little later. 

I go to a nearby table and take a seat next to Regina.  She asks if I want something to eat, and I accept the offer.  It seems as though we share lunch on a regular basis.   We're cool like that though.  Sometimes we'll hang out on the weekends. "Clubbing, skating, partying, Regina is just "cool people."  Well, break is over, and it's time to grind on the production line again.

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What is The Allegiance of the Meeting Street Homes at Rosedale BOD?

Kathy Lenze is one of the Meeting Street Homes at Rosedale Board members.  I was looking into her affiliates.  Pictures are worth a thousand words.

Affiliate of Kathy Lenze.

I love Corned beef hash too!  LOL

Affiliate of Kathy Lenze

Affiliate of Kathy Lenze

Jill VanZandt is another Meeting Street Homes at Rosedale Board member, and she is Facebook friends with Kathy Lenze.

I have written several article surrounding Meeting Street Homes at Rosedale Board President: Jamie Darche Warren.  She is Facebook friends with Kathy Lenze too!

This Board of Directors clearly are not committed to being neighborly to Blacks.  I have served on the Board with Jamie Darche Warren, Kathy Lenze, and Jill VanZandt.  Unfortunately, being neighborly, has been the last thing on their agenda as far as the Blacks are concerned in the subdivision.  Sadly, they have repeatedly refused to resolve any of my grievances.  This information is being provided for public knowledge.