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Sunday, July 30, 2017

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

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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Wednesday, July 12, 2017

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. 

Please tune in NEXT Magnificent Monday for Chapter 19 of the book Wrong Answer.  Thanks for your prayers for release and following us!

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Sunday, July 2, 2017

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. 

Please tune in NEXT Magnificent Monday for Chapter 18 of the book Wrong Answer.  Thanks for your prayers for release and following us!

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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