A Gangsta's Girl (Part 10)

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Jamaica was in complete shock. “Stitch, are you serious”, she asks surprisingly? “Of course I am Jamaica, I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I’ve never had a girl who was as sweet and gentle like you. “Most of them looked at me mostly for my money”, explains Stitch. Silence crept across the room. “If you don’t wanna marry me Jamaica, I’ll understand”, says Stitch getting off of the floor. “Stitch, I’ve missed you and I too want to spend the rest of my life with you”, says Jamaica cracking a smile. “So does that mean that you’re saying yes”? “Yes Stitch, yes”. Jamaica jumps into Stitch’s arms and they begin to kiss. She puts one of her hands on his back and the other on his head. He picks her legs up and carry her over to the couch. He sits down, with Jamaica in his lap. She eventually pulls away from the kiss. They both were breathing heavily. “So what now”, asks Jamaica? “It’s up to you”, says Stitch. She winks seductively and begins to whisper in his ear. “I think I’m ready”, she whispers. She lifts her head and looks into Stitch’s eyes. He gives her a serious look. “Are serious ‘Maica”, he asks? “I think”, she says looking down at the couch. He lifts her head up. “If that’s what you want, then I can make it happen”. She smiles and gets off of his lap. He gets up, grabs her hand, and they walk into the bedroom.

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The bed‘s headboard was hitting against the wall hard. “Oh God, Stitch…HARDER”, screams Jamaica from the pleasure of Stitch thrusting his penis inside of her deeply! “MMMM”, moans Stitch. Then the telephone rings. “Shit”, says Stitch as he removes himself out of her and lays beside her. He answers the phone.

“Hello”

“Yo, Stitch…We need you to come down to Mike’s house”

“I’m a little busy right now”

“It’s important”

“Can it wait”

“Trust me Stitch, you don’t miss out on this opportunity”

“Alright Beezle (Stitch’s friend that he’s talking to on the phone), I’m on my way”

Jamaica rolls her eyes and sighs. Stitch hangs up and the phone and looks over at her. He begins to rub her inner thigh. “I’m sorry Jamaica, but I got to go”. “You know how you said you’ll change for me”. “Yeah”. “Well you need to. If we’re going to be getting married soon, your drug dealing is going to have to stop”. “It is, but I don’t know how easy it’s going to be”. “Just stop”. “It’s not that easy Jamaica”, says Stitch getting out of the bed and throwing the condom away. “Why isn’t it Stitch”, asks Jamaica as she sits up in the bed. “I’m known too well around town for me dealing drugs”. “Yeah, TOO well”. “Why you say it like that”. “I’m pretty sure the police are looking for you”. Stitch turns around and looks at Jamaica with anger in his eyes. “I don’t care if the police are looking for me, I’m not scared to go back to jail”, he yells at her. “You shouldn’t want to go back”, she yells back. They were beginning to argue. “I never said I wanted to go back”. “But you just said you weren’t scared”. “I’m not, why don’t you be grateful to have me”. “Oh, so this is all about me being grateful to have you. You know what, since it’s like that…then I don’t need you”. “Don’t start bitching now Jamaica”. “I’m not Stitch, but that comment was very uncalled for”. “Okay, I’m sorry”. “It’ll take some time for me to forgive you”. “Is the wedding still on”. “Yeah, I guess”. “Well can we at least talk about it when I get back”. “Yeah”. “Okay, well I’m about to go”. “Okay, bye babe”. “Bye”. He walks over, kisses her on the cheek, and leaves. Jamaica turns off the lamp and falls to sleep.

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