Cracked Dreams

by Michael Daniel Baptiste

  “Yeah, well, let’s see what’s up first,” I recommended. “No reason to heat the Block for no reason. He’ll probably hang himself before long, you know?”

  “Yeah, no doubt,” Cee answered as our food was finally served.

  By the time we left the restaurant, it was already past 7 a.m. We split up after that and we both went home. When I reached the crib, I hit the bed like a ton of bricks for a well-deserved rest. It had been a long night and I needed a little break before I started the rest of a long day.

  I didn’t wake up until early that afternoon. I hadn’t intended on sleeping for that long but the booze and the weed had other plans for me. I had an appointment at 10 a.m. and I was already three hours behind schedule. I was almost positive that I would be late from jump, but I didn’t want to be this late. I still had to get up and get cleaned up before I left. I took a quick shower and threw on a sweat suit. I then went into the safe I’d had installed in the bottom of my closet to make sure I had enough to pay for the trip I had in mind, and I was off. By the time I left, it was 2 p.m. I jumped in my car and hit the road. It took me approximately forty-five minutes to reach my destination on 34th Street and 9th Avenue. I was greeted upon my arrival by James Waters, my travel agent, and a twenty-minute discussion led to me parting with $42,000 in cash to cover the airfare and stay for my and Ginger’s Christmas vacation.

  I figured that when Ginger got a look at the brochures for where we would be staying, she wouldn’t be able to resist. It would be perfect.

  CHAPTER 17

  After a frosty October and an even more arctic November, December had finally set in with a fierce and bitter chill. The snow that had accumulated in the streets of the Bronx would reach heights greater than fifteen or twenty inches. This year’s Christmas season would be brutal for New Yorkers to endure. But as for the most popular and respected couple in the Bronx, Christmas would be represented in the form of white sandy beaches, palm trees and beautiful sunsets. The only chill that they would be getting would be from the mango daiquiris. Spits planned for himself, along with Ginger, to spend their Christmas in Hawaii at a plush, 3,300-square-foot, luxurious villa located in Maui. Only dreams could bring the images that could be found in this little part of the world. It didn’t take long at all for Spits to convince Gin that they would have the time of their lives at this exquisite beach house property.

  This heavenly dwelling would be equipped with five bedrooms—two of which were beach front—five bathrooms, a spacious living room with a fireplace, a dining room with an adjoining conversation area, gym, a heated swimming pool and Jacuzzi, and a full-service staff. Spits and Ginger would have all of these things to themselves for a period of six days and seven nights. This was something that Spits could only dream about doing with that special person and it was finally a feasible reality. He was going to take advantage.

  While they were gone, the everyday grind would be left for Ceelow to handle, with the assistance of El Don and Poncho. It had been proven that the Time Bomb enterprise could be run responsibly in the absence of Spits so he would have no uncertainties about leaving everything in their hands.

  It was now December 20th and Spits and Ginger were ready to start the rest of their lives with this single event.

  “Are you nervous?” Spits asked Ginger as they rode to the airport.

  “Well,” Ginger began. “I would be pulling out my hair under normal circumstances, but, you make all of those feelings fade.”

  “Good,” Spits simply said. “That’s what I’m here for.”

  They chartered a private jet for the flight there that took approximately 12.5 hours; including a stop at LAX to refuel. The entire flight was without flaw. Ginger couldn’t have been more comfortable than she was, lounging in the huge leather reclining seats while they were being served champagne and strawberries.

  “The only way to fly,” Spits said as he noticed how much Ginger’s perception of the air travel experience had changed since they’d first boarded an airplane. Even though she was still a little jumpy when it came to the taking off and landing part, she’d improved a whole lot. Her only beef was the light-headed feeling when it was time to de-board the plane.

  They arrived in Maui just in time to see the sun setting over the clear blue Pacific Ocean. The colors the sun made the sky turn were unimaginable. Different shades of yellow, orange, red and purple. It was absolutely incredible.

  Upon exiting Kahului Airport after claiming their baggage, they were met by a native Hawaiian holding a sign that read ‘“Spits.” The driver was instructed by Spits to take them to the Sandy Surf Villa in Wailea and following a short toured ride, they were pulling into the driveway of their new home for the next week. Upon entering the front door of this two-story dream-house, they were greeted by the staff—a butler, a cook and two maids—and then they were escorted by the butler through the entire space to familiarize themselves with the new surroundings. They were in complete and utter amazement as they went from room to room to room to room . . .

  First they were shown the living area, which was fully equipped with huge sofas, chairs and ottomans made of oak, carrying cushions covered with cashmere. There was a big-screen television with a satellite connection and DVD. The floors were a glossy hardwood and were decorated with numerous Persian rugs that complemented the area nicely. They were shown the kitchen—which didn’t interest either one of them as they wouldn’t be spending any time there—and then they were shown the dining area which led to a patio area facing the rest of the island. The patio area also had stairs that led up the back of the house onto a small roof area that was used for a Jacuzzi. From this point you could see the entire island on one side, and never-ending stars reflecting off the ocean in the other. Then, they toured the bedrooms—each one bigger and more detailed than the last until they reached the master bedroom. The master bedroom contained a king-sized bed, his and her bathrooms, and a desk area with a computer, a small table with two chairs, and doors that led to the pool area which had stairs that led directly to the beach. When they reached there, the tour ended. Spits made arrangements for breakfast, and they would only take a quick shower before spending the rest of the night under the covers. The long flight had taken its toll and they needed to be rested for the following day’s events.

  In the morning, Ginger and Spits were awakened by the smell of freshly ground coffee and the brightness of the Hawaiian sun peeking through the curtains. When they were fully awake, they parted to their separate bathrooms to wash up before breakfast. When they returned, the maid was preparing the food so that they could eat while they lay comfortably in the huge bed. They climbed into the bed and sat up, making room for the bed-trays and when they were comfy, the maid revealed their meal. When the steam cleared they saw mouth-watering T-bone steaks, and scrambled eggs with cheese. On the side were breakfast potatoes, bacon, sausage and toast. The coffee was piping-hot and there were also glasses of water, milk and some Moet mimosas. At first, the dishes looked too perfect to be ruined, but that thought was quickly demolished as they began devouring this simply perfect meal.

  “Whoa!” Spits simply said as he reached the limit of food he could consume. “This is the shit, for real! I ain’t never felt as good as I do at this very moment.”

  “That’s true,” Ginger agreed. “I don’t know where that cook came from, but we need to bring his ass back with us home.”

  “Fuck that!” Spits rebutted. “How about we just never fuckin’ go back?”

  “That would be fine, too,” said Ginger as they both giggled. They knew that there was nowhere like New York they could really call home. Even though they lived in Jersey, New York would always be their home. They wouldn’t ever forget that.

  “Damn, Gin,” Spits said as he saw Ginger getting back underneath the warm comforters. “I don’t even feel like gettin’ up to go anywhere.”

  “Me neither,” approved Ginger as she pulled the covers up to her neck. “What did you want to do today, any
way?”

  “Oh, I figured we could hit the shopping strip and go nuts,” responded Spits as he cuddled with her under the covers.

  “Okay, that’s sounds like a plan!” Ginger said as her priorities were suddenly rearranged. “Let’s go then,” she said, jumping up out of the bed.

  Spits let out a chuckle. He knew that was the easiest way to get her up and ready to go. The thought of shopping in a new town with a virtually limitless budget all of a sudden sounded way better than staying in bed all day. They both laughed and kissed playfully for a minute before getting ready.

  They spent the remainder of the morning in and out of the many men’s and women’s shops, art galleries, gift shops, and jewelry stores in the Kahului Shopping Center. They bought all kinds of things ranging from figurines to swimwear. After hours of walking the entire length of the mall, they collected their bags and went to a restaurant called the Koho Grill & Bar for lunch. When they were done eating, they went back to the beach house.

  Once there, they could shower once more before going back out to the beach. It was now a little past 5 p.m. When they reached the beach, the sky had just begun changing from baby blue, to yellow, and then light orange. They brought with them a bottle of champagne to drink as they watched the sunset. Spits popped the cork and poured two nice-sized drinks for them. They simply toasted to love and exchanged passionate kisses before slowly sipping on the bubbly.

  When their bottle was just about done, Spits got up to get another. “I’ll be right back,” he said, making his way back toward the house. “I’m gonna go get another bottle.”

  When Spits was halfway back to the house, Ginger said, “No wait! Don’t go.”

  Spits turned back around to see what was wrong, and Gin was just standing there, completely naked, signaling with her finger for him to return. All Spits could do was stare. “Damn!” he said to himself. “Is that for me?”

  “Come here, Daddy,” she said in a childish, bratty tone. “Don’t you ever leave me!”

  “Never,” Spits said, walking back to her. “I’ll never leave you.”

  When he reached her, she smiled up at him playfully, and as he approached her closer for a kiss, she pushed him away and sat him back down in the reclining beach chair he had just gotten up from. She stood up in front of him. She sat him upward and threw her leg over his shoulder. With both hands she pressed his head further and further between her legs until he could feel the heat from her insides. He kissed her clit, and then licked it. He teased it until it started to poke out from behind its lips, and then he wiggled his tongue on it fast, then slow, and then fast again. She started going crazy with anticipation. She wanted to cum, but she still wanted him inside of her. She grabbed the back of his head and pushed harder and harder until her body was jolting. She reached orgasm after orgasm while his tongue continued to tease her clit. When she couldn’t take anymore, she threw him back on the chair. She made sure he was comfortable and then started caressing his chest. She took off his T-shirt and sat on his lap while she began kissing him more and more passionately. She kissed down his neck, and then down his chest. When she reached his stomach, she shoved her hand down his shorts and started fondling his penis as it grew larger and larger. She then forcefully snatched off his swimming trunks and took him into her mouth. When he grabbed the back of her head, she forced his hands to his side. She went slow, and then faster, and then slower again. She was driving him completely out of his mind. When he thought she was going to let him cum, she stopped abruptly. He could do nothing but stare at her as she teasingly smiled up at him.

  “Take it from the back, Daddy,” she said innocently.

  He jumped up before the words were even completely out of her mouth and laid her down on the sand. Now, it was time for him to take control. He forcefully turned her over on her stomach and lifted her pelvis, making sure her back was perfectly arched. He took a moment in appreciating the sight, grinned for a second, and then forced himself into her wet, dripping pussy. The intensity grew with every stroke as she grew wetter and wetter. Spits had never felt this kind of intensity with her before. Maybe it was the pure white sand, or maybe it was how the stars reflected off the ocean. Maybe it was the silence and the privacy. Whatever it was, it was sending wave after wave of extreme sexual feelings through his body. As Ginger felt herself about to explode, she cried, “I’m gonna cum again! Don’t stop, Daddy! Cum with me!”

  Suddenly he was climaxing and with one last stroke, he was bursting over and over again as mind-boggling vibrations ran through his body with every drip and drop. When he couldn’t cum anymore, he eased out of her slowly and they just lay there on the sand holding each other. They quickly dozed off right out on the beach for a couple of hours before Spits woke up and carried Ginger back up to their room. There, they would sleep into the late hours of the morning.

  Tomorrow’s agenda would be different from today’s by far. Lucky thing they’d started early or they might not have had a chance to have as good a time as they were having.

  CHAPTER 18

  The next morning, Ginger woke me up out of a sound sleep. She had apparently gotten up before me and arranged for breakfast.

  “Wake up, honey,” she said, rubbing my back.

  “What time is it?” I asked as I slowly woke up.

  “It’s already past eleven o’clock, baby,” Ginger said. “You looked so peaceful; I didn’t want to disturb your sleep.”

  “Thanks, Mommy,” I said. “Did you have breakfast already?”

  “Yeah, I had a little something to eat,” Ginger responded. “I had the cook hook you up with something, too. I got you some sausage and eggs on a croissant, and some sliced fruit. It’s right over there whenever you want it” she said, pointing at a tray sitting by the window.

  “Good lookin’ out, Ma,” I said. “I’ma get in the shower right quick though. Where you goin’ be at?”

  “Oh, I’m goin’ up on the roof in that Jacuzzi,” she said with a big smile. “Are you coming up with me?”

  “Oh, yes!” I said with vigor. “No doubt. Let me get washed up and I’ll be right out after I finish eating.”

  “All right, Daddy,” she said walking away. “Don’t keep me waiting too long.”

  “I won’t,” I said. “Don’t worry about that. Oh, and last night . . .that was the best ever, you freaky little girl.”

  “You’re so nasty,” she said playfully as she left the room with a little bit more wiggle in her butt.

  “Uh-huh,” I said, noticing she was trying to get my attention. “Keep it hot for me, Mommy.”

  When I got out of the bed, I stretched my body and went into the bathroom for a long, relaxing hot shower. I thought about all the things that had led to this point in my life. I was definitely at my highest right now. My life was definitely peaking, as far as experiences go, and I loved every minute of it. I almost didn’t even want to call back home, just for the simple fact that I didn’t want to be reminded of the daily grind that I would sooner or later have to return to. But something was calling my attention back to the Bronx. I had a bad feeling, and I felt no news was worse than bad news. When I got out of the shower, I called Ceelow for an update.

  “Yo, what’s up, dog?” I asked as Cee answered the phone.

  “Yeah, what’s good, my nigga?” he said.

  “Oh, everything is good, dog,” I answered. “This shit is some hot boy shit out here, for real, son. What’s good in the hood though?”

  “Ain’t nothin’,” Cee answered. “As a matter of fact, I think it’s more bad than good out here.”

  “Why, what’s poppin’?”

  “Remember I told you about that nigga Fish?” Ceelow asked.

  “Yeah,” I responded. “What he dealin’ with?”

  “We goin’ probably have to body that nigga, son,” said Cee.

  “Say word.”

  “That’s my word, dog,” responded Cee. “I’m tellin’ you, this nigga’s makin’ shit too hot out here for th
ese niggas to even make a sale. The police be posted up on the Ave, and shit, just waiting for some shit to go down.”

  “What the fuck happened since I been gone?” I asked confusedly.

  “It’s these niggas on the other side, dog,” he began. “They startin’ beef over the dumbest shit, just cause. Ain’t gonna be too much more of this shit before we just have to body all of them niggas.”

  “Startin’ beef?” I asked. “They ain’t fuckin’ with our workers, are they?”

  “Oh, naw,” Cee quickly responded. “They beefin’ with niggas from the Valley, and shit. You know them Valley niggas run that side of the block now, since Fish got knocked. Since he been home, his old crew all of a sudden got heart now. Son, I would wreck each and every one of those bitch-ass niggas, son.”

  “Be easy, dog,” I said, trying to calm him down. “Tell me what happened.”

  “All right,” said Cee trying to get the situations in proper order. “You know Bullet, and Duff, and all them Valley Mob niggas, right?”

  “Yeah.”

  “Well, they ain’t even really been too vexed about Fish since he came home. They figure as long as he ain’t tryin’ to make no sales, he could live, you know? Him and that nigga AG be posted up in the liquor store all day, just chillin’. But for some reason, they decide they want to jump off for no reason. I peeps this nigga Duff goin’ in the liquor store, right? I don’t know what happened while he in there, but when he came out, this nigga Fish is backin’ him down with the burner out. Now, everybody think it’s about to go down, but he ain’t tryin’ buss him. He just swingin’ it at his face, tryin’ to pistol-whip him. Now, Duff ain’t stupid, so as he backin’ down off of Fish, he’s leadin’ him around the corner where Bullet and the rest of them niggas is. Fish, like a dick, just keep tryin’ to hit him with the burner while Duff just duckin’ and weavin’. Like two seconds after they get around the corner, that’s when the shots start to go off. Everybody start running, and shit. Later on, I finds out that ain’t nobody even get hit. Now these niggas is gonna be goin’ back and forth with this bullshit forever, and sooner or later, it’s gonna reach our side of the block. I’m about to just dead all of them niggas, and ain’t nobody gonna get no money on they crew.”