“I said we’ve gotta talk!”
“Are you on your fuckin’ period again because you’re sure acting like a bitch!” She then got up and attempted to plug the television back up.
“This is my fuckin’ TV, my fuckin’ electric bill, and my fuckin’ bed you’re laying in!”
“So fucking what! Who gives a flying fuck! That’s your fucking problem; you’re always talking about what’s yours, and about what you’ve bought! Since you make so much fuckin’ money you need to pay a damn doctor to make your dick bigger, then maybe I’ll wanna fuck you more often. I know you’re just mad because I won’t give you pussy or suck your little dick head when you want me to, but ohfuckin’-well.”
“I want a divorce, Karen, and I’m gonna initiate it ASAP!” Jermaine said, giving her a serious look.
“People in hell want ice water too. I don’t give a fuck about your wants; I’m not signing any goddamn divorce papers! And if you happen to find a way to divorce me without me signing, I’m going to fuck you royally, Jermaine, and that’s a promise! If you keep talking I’ll call the fuckin’ police right now and tell them you raped me! I’ll have your black ass locked up quicker than lightning strikes, muthafucka! Don’t fuck with me, Jermaine, I’m warning you! When I finish with you, you won’t have a damn thing, but expensive monthly payments!” she replied, standing in his face.
“Yeah, right. Have you forgotten that I came into your life and saved your sorry ass? I took you and your kids in, gave you a fuckin’ car to drive, made sure your kids had presents on Christmas, found you a fuckin’ job, and the list goes on, bitch!”
“Your mama is a bitch, your dead daddy was a bitch, and your ugly-ass daughter was a bitch!”
“What?”
“You heard what I said, muthafucka. I didn’t stutter!”
He balled his fist and stood in silence for a moment. “I told you about talking about my people!” He wanted to knock out her teeth, but quickly thought about the assault charges he would face, which would automatically send him to jail. “That’s why I’m divorcing you! You could never be the right woman for me. You don’t appreciate a damn thing I’ve done for you and your kids, and you’re just not capable of being sincere. I don’t know why I married a damn schizophrenic anyhow.”
She spit in his face, then pushed him, and then tried to get a grip on his balls, but his movements were too quick for her.
“I’ve been waiting on you to put your hands on me again so I could have you arrested! Your ass is gone now,” he said, then reached for the telephone, but she reacted quicker and snatched the cord out of the wall. Then she rushed him, throwing a series of punches, landing a couple of good ones to his eye and nose. Again she reached for his penis or balls, and this time she had a firm grip.
“Aw shit! I’m fuckin you up now!” yelled Jermaine. He was now forced to push her, hoping she would release her grip. Thank God it worked. He then stormed out of the house and dialed 911 on his cell.
Karen went on a rapid rampage. She stormed into his office and picked up his computer, scanner, fax machine, and flat screen monitor, and slammed them all on the floor. Then she ran from room to room and scratched each of his televisions with a fork. Afterward, she rushed to the garage and grabbed a bucket of paint and a can of gasoline and then poured it over his Beamer and Escalade.
Thinking about the consequences she’d have to face if sent to jail, Karen ran back inside and grabbed Alexus and Stevie, and then climbed into the Mustang and split the scene.
Sergeant Miller was the first officer on the scene. Observing the damage and vandalism done to Jermaine’s home and belongings, Sergeant Miller instantly initiated a police report. Jermaine revealed to the sergeant that Karen had been to prison for assault and battery and was currently on probation for child endangerment. He then told the sergeant how he had met Karen, and went on to tell him about the things that he had been through since marrying her.
“I feel for you, Mr. Hopkins,” said the sergeant. “And I can assure you that you’ve done the right thing by not hitting her. Most men would’ve reacted by beating the hell out of her, but thank God you kept your cool and called us.”
“It was hard, sarge, but I’m not trying to go to jail, you know?”
“I know what you mean, Mr. Hopkins.”
After advising Jermaine to get a restraining order, Sergeant Miller then put out an APB on Karen and on Jermaine’s vehicle.
The following day, Jermaine sat in court all day until he received a restraining order against Karen. Once the judge granted the restraining order, Jermaine then made his way to the probation department to enlighten Karen’s probation officer on what had taken place. After talking with her for close to an hour, he then initiated a divorce. It was a good thing that they had no kids or property together and had been married for such a short while.
Later that day, Jermaine hired a couple of Mexicans to assist him in moving all of Karen and her kids’ belongings out of his home.
It had been six long months of mayhem since they day they’d said “I do.”
Chapter 15
Karen had parked Jermaine’s car at his job then she and the kids had caught an express bus to Los Angeles. She realized that the police would be looking for her and she did not want to be too easy of a target driving Jermaine’s car. A deputy sheriff spotted the Mustang minutes after she had abandoned it. Jermaine was notified right away.
Realizing that she was in trouble with her husband, and in deep trouble with the police and her probation officer, Karen decided to leave Lancaster for good, and relocate back to the city where she was born and raised, and to the city that her life of drug usage and crime had begun: Pasadena, California.
She dropped her kids at her aunt’s house, and then hit the streets of Pasadena on foot seeing what she could get in to. Having the “I don’t give a fuck anymore” attitude led her to the nearest crack house.
Once inside, the addicts that had not seen her in a while gave her hugs and told her that she was looking well, but they refused to share their crack with her. She desperately needed a hit.
“This is all I got,” one addict said to her.
“I ain’t gonna be the one responsible for you relapsing, so I ain’t giving you a damn thing,” another addict said to her.
“I had to take a penitentiary chance to get this, and I ain’t giving nobody shit!” said another addict.
“This shit ain’t free, Karen. You gotta do what you do best if you wanna get high, girl. Go out there and get paid, girl, hell, you know the game,” suggested Peaches, a reputed prostitute and crack addict.
Karen then left and decided to give a couple dealers a visit that she knew for a fact would exchange a head job for a twenty dollar piece of crack.
As long as my kids are taken care of, I’m straight, thought Karen. I know I’m going to jail soon, so fuck it; I may as well have all the fun I can before I go. I fucked up again with my husband, and I can’t blame anyone but myself. He’s a good man, and he does deserve someone better than me. I wonder if he still loves me. I wonder if he’ll take care of the kids if I get locked up. I wonder if he’ll send me money. I wonder if he’s really going to divorce me, or will he come looking for me again like he did when I relapsed the last time? I wonder if—
Her determination to earn some crack soon became a reality after giving three crack dealers head jobs. Neither of them wanted to fuck her, but they were very much pleased from the pleasures of her tongue and lips. They referred to her from back in the days as “the head master.” Some of her old tricks and small-time hustlers referred to as “eat-’emup.”
Now with a few rocks in her possession Karen began thinking.
I’m gonna sell some, and smoke some. I can’t fuck up all my profits and go out backwards because ain’t nobody gonna look out for me, but me. I admit that I fucked up a good thing and I do regret it, but I ain’t a punk or an ass-kisser and I got tired of kissing Jermaine’s ass. Fuck it; I gotta do what I go
tta do.
Karen recruited two addicts who were known prostitutes to assist her with her operation. She fed them crack to spread the word about the new dope spot, and once they returned she fed them more crack to lick her pussy while she laid back smoking, enjoying the bliss of their tongues and soft touch. Karen was known to be a control freak, especially with women, whenever she had drugs for sale.
They set up shop in an abandoned house in one of the many ghetto areas in Pasadena. Because the spot was not known, the first few days of business was slow, which caused Karen to begin dipping into her product. Each time she took a hit, she gave her workers a hit.
When customers began coming, Karen had pinched off the product so much that it was to a point that it was not salable or acceptable to anyone.
Karen’s hopes had failed days after the grand opening. She was completely out of business and had to rethink things.
Her recruits were laughing at her and talking about her a couple days later.
“How can an alcoholic manage a liquor store?” asked one of Karen’s recruits.
“I knew she was going to go out backwards. She was trying to act like she was all that because she had a little dope sack,” inputted the other recruit.
Broke, disgusted, with no options to choose from Karen felt she had no other choice but to do a repeat with the dealers. I gotta do what I gotta do, she told herself.
Her attempts went unsuccessful; neither of the dealers wanted blow jobs at the time. Seeing they were not interested in her offer, she tried reasoning with them to front her a dope sack, but because of her bad reputation and because she had not been around for a while, they refused her. She begged and pleaded, and made promises, but they still denied her. “Fuck it!” she yelled.”I’ll make my own goddamn money and buy my own fuckin’ dope.”
That attitude led her straight to the whore stroll.
Once she hit the whore stroll she had no problem being picked up.
A couple weeks later the street life began taking its toll on Karen. She had gotten to the point that the only thing she thought about was a hit of crack. She did not care about her appearance, her unbrushed teeth, nor did she care about wearing the same clothes and panties each day. When her period came she used toilet tissue and napkins from McDonald’s in place of tampons. She was tore up from the floor up, but because of her reputation of giving extreme sexual pleasures, both men and women picked her up on a daily basis. That lasted a few weeks until she was arrested by the Pasadena police for smoking crack on a bus stop. Her arrest resulted in an automatic probation violation and additional charges of assault on Jermaine, possession of paraphernalia, and possession of a controlled substance.
Chapter 16
Jermaine received a call from Jewell the following day during his work hours. She told him that Karen had been arrested, and was also facing a probation violation. “Maybe now she’ll realize just how good she had it,” Jewell had said.
“Maybe, maybe not,” replied Jermaine.
“Yeah, you’re right, Jermaine. My sister has been hardheaded and used to doing things her way since I can remember. Hopefully, she’ll turn her life around this time.”
“I hope she does, Jewell. For the sake of her kids, I hope she does.”
“Speaking of her kids, my aunt dropped them off earlier this morning and both of them asked about you more than they asked about their own mother. I didn’t tell them she was in jail, I just told them that she was on a vacation and would be home in a few months. As smart as Stevie is, I kinda figure he senses she’s locked up.”
“Yeah, Stevie is pretty smart for his age and he’s probably figured it out. Let me speak to them.”
Due to Karen’s massive arrest record and convictions, she was sentenced to two years in state prison. With good behavior she would be out in thirteen months. Being incarcerated was nothing new to Karen. This was actually her eleventh time in jail.
For the first two months of her incarceration Karen was housed at the Los Angeles County Jail women’s facility called Sybil Brand.
During her stay in the county jail, Karen slept practically the entire day while other inmates played cards, wrote letters to their loved ones, watched television, talked about past relationships, and, of course, engaged in unashamed lesbian acts.
During the inmate processing procedure Karen informed a jail nurse that she was currently on Zoloft and Prozac, which are psych meds.
“You’ll be evaluated by our psychiatrist and put on a list like hundreds of others who claim to be taking medication. You have two choices of housing: I can either house you on the mental ward with the rest of the nuts, or I can stick you in general population,” stated the nurse.
General population consisted of a huge dormitory with sixty cells; thirty cells were on each side and the cells were designed for two inmates. Karen was housed with a Mexican woman whose name was Maria.
This was Maria’s fourth trip to prison, mainly due to her heroin addiction. She and Karen were the only inmates who did not come out of their cells at dayroom time. As Karen slept the day away, Maria laid on the cement floor in unbearable pain, sweating and scratching, kicking heroine.
After a week of being cellmates, Karen and Maria finally had their first conversation.
“What’s your name?” Maria asked.
“Karen. What’s yours?”
“What are you in for?”
“Being fucking stupid. Yep, I’m locked up for being fucking stupid,” replied Karen. Then suddenly she began crying.
“Actually, I think I’m the stupid one,” said Maria, rubbing on Karen’s shoulder, trying to comfort her.
As time passed Karen and Maria became more and more familiar with one another. They talked about the good times, and the bad times. They talked about their exes, their kids, and even talked about the way their parents had raised them. As they began to get more comfortable with one another, they shared their deepest secrets.
When they were first incarcerated the both of them looked like they had suffered from malnutrition. They were both skinny, had sunken, skeleton faces, and had no breasts at all, only a long nipple.
After a couple months their faces had begun to regain structure, and their shapes had begun to fill in and transformed back to normal. Being incarcerated had actually saved the both of them.
One night as Karen stood looking into the stainless steel mirror on the wall, brushing her long, pretty hair, Maria silently watched. Karen felt her watching her, but continued brushing her hair and thinking about the life she used to have. Then suddenly Maria eased up to her and began massaging her shoulders. The touch was so soothing that Karen did not resist; instead, she gave a positive response.
They began kissing wildly and fingering one another like they’d been waiting for this moment for several years. Seconds later they were naked.
Maria was the aggressor and Karen breathlessly and willingly followed her lead.
After easing Karen to her bunk, Maria continued caressing her and began slowly and skillfully licking all around her wet, hairy pussy. It felt so good to Karen that she could not hold back her moans. No man had ever made her feel like this before. Out of all the sexual encounters she had with other women, none of them compared with Maria. This was actually her first time in life experiencing multiple orgasms during oral sex.
After climaxing, Karen returned the pleasure to Maria and began kissing her, licking her, and sucking her pussy nice and slow.
“Lick the clit, baby, yes, now lick the inside of it, yes, now suck the clit, suck it harder, um, yes baby, yes, I’m cum-ming, ooh, ooh, oooh, yes,” moaned Maria, in complete ecstasy.
Lovemaking became a daily and almost hourly routine for Karen and Maria. Unlike the inmates who did their thing in the midst of others, Karen and Maria always shared their intimacy inside their cell.
One day while Maria was asleep, Karen sneakily wrote Jermaine a letter:
Jermaine, I am so sorry for the embarrassment and pain that I have
cost you. I love you so much, and I will always be in love with you. I have said and done some pretty damaging things to you for the short period we’ve been married, and I do regret them all. I hope that you can find it in your heart to forgive me and give me another chance. After all, I am your wife. Will you please write me sometimes, or have you found someone else to occupy your time and take care of your needs and wants? If you have I’ll kill the bitch! You belong to me, Jermaine, and that’s just the way it is. I know it’s a shame that I didn’t realize what I had until now, but this is the high price I had to pay to bring me to my senses. I consider us as being nothing more than temporarily separated. Hey, can you please send me a couple hundred dollars in good faith? I’ll be catching the chain to the prison soon, and I don’t want to have to ask anyone here for anything. What ever you borrow in a place like this, you’ll have to pay back double, or suffer the severe consequences. I’ve already stepped into enough shit as it is, and Lord knows I don’t need any trouble. One more thing before I close this letter; you have been a wonderful, supportive, husband, and an outstanding father to my kids. I really appreciate you, and I’m looking forward to a brighter, happier, and a more pleasant and peaceful future with you and my kids. You are my life and there’s no me without you.
PS Regardless of us being divorced, I’ll never stop loving you.
Your wife, Karen
Maria suddenly awakened and observed Karen writing a letter.
“Who are you writing, honey?” Maria asked, now standing over Karen.
“My husband. I felt that I owed him an explanation for my actions and stupidity,” replied Karen, addressing the letter.
Maria studied the address, and then meticulously stored it in her memory. There was a thing or two that she had to bring to Karen’s husband’s attention; all in due time.
Then abruptly, Maria began caressing Karen’s shoulders and then knelt over and began kissing her wetly and passionately. Seconds later they were in the bunk making love once again. It had gotten so good to them that they did not respond to chow release.
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