Summer Story

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Lol,..a me dis ,bwoy yu look good,come mek mi wheel an tun yu [img]/forums/images/%%GRAEMLIN_URL%%/notworthy.gif[/img] [img]/forums/images/%%GRAEMLIN_URL%%/breakdance.gif[/img] [img]/forums/images/%%GRAEMLIN_URL%%/bannana_purple.gif[/img]

But a how de place look so cole up,a whappen,Xavier naw pay de ligt bill..? [img]/forums/images/%%GRAEMLIN_URL%%/70392-silly.gif[/img]

[Nunya]

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~lol~

Mi nuh eena do know eno...

[Hush Darlin]

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Nunya is time you stap gi laff fe peas soup and get back to writing the story enno

[sistactry]

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<div class="ubbcode-block"><div class="ubbcode-header">Originally Posted By: Nunya</div><div class="ubbcode-body">Neutriment!!!!!! Lawd a you dat????! [img]/forums/images/%%GRAEMLIN_URL%%/70377-loveeyes.gif[/img] [img]/forums/images/%%GRAEMLIN_URL%%/70459-hugs.gif[/img] [img]/forums/images/%%GRAEMLIN_URL%%/yahoo.gif[/img] You've made my night [img]/forums/images/%%GRAEMLIN_URL%%/yahoo.gif[/img]
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u see dat DaddyNeut, a ongly man can get dem deh breed a xsitement deh from Nunya enno, [img]/forums/images/%%GRAEMLIN_URL%%/bubble.gif[/img]

[Nunya]

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Like a nuh de same ting wid yuh, cocoabread [img]/forums/images/%%GRAEMLIN_URL%%/grin.gif[/img]

[sistactry]

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<div class="ubbcode-block"><div class="ubbcode-header">Originally Posted By: SweetSsop</div><div class="ubbcode-body">Nunya is time you stap gi laff fe peas soup and get back to writing the story enno </div></div>

tell har again~~

caaa me no know a wha de baxside a tek har so lang~~ [img]/forums/images/%%GRAEMLIN_URL%%/bexbad.gif[/img]

(((Nunya))) dun de ting no man, cha, [img]/forums/images/%%GRAEMLIN_URL%%/hungry.gif[/img]

de 135pgs me a haffe a tek outta me bag pan de train, dun, and me waan dun read dis before me staat read someting else,

btw, u nuh waan we edit and tell u when u mek mistake, like u write the, when it should be they, or someting so, me no see nobaddie a try tell u when dem mistakes deh mek??

[Nunya]

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~lol~

Since wi ongle have a limited time fi edit, it prolly nah go matta

Mi did jus tek a break man... but mi wi stawt wok pon it again layta...

[Kimberley24]

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[Bandana]

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<div class="ubbcode-block"><div class="ubbcode-header">Originally Posted By: Nunya</div><div class="ubbcode-body">~lol~

Since wi ongle have a limited time fi edit, it prolly nah go matta

Mi did jus tek a break man... but mi wi stawt wok pon it again layta... </div></div>

what mean layta??? [img]/forums/images/%%GRAEMLIN_URL%%/70456-eyebrows.gif[/img]


it done past layta already noh?? [img]/forums/images/%%GRAEMLIN_URL%%/whistle.gif[/img]

[MsExced]

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Okay come on now Nunya I need something to read

[Nunya]

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Chapter XVII

Mama dreaded being alone. But she was at her wits end as to what she should do about Sarah. The rumours were not just that. Her daughter, her beautiful last born, was a loose woman. Where’d she gone wrong? How had she failed as a mother? She’d tried fixing her mistakes, tried to take a firmer hand with Sarah. All to no avail. Her daughter was bound on shaming her and Mama could take it no longer. Though it was shredding her heart to pieces, she had no choice put to send her daughter away. She shuddered to think what Sarah would do with no one to look over her shoulder, but Mama had prayed long and hard on it and it was the answer she’d been given. She was sending her daughter abroad to boarding school.

Sarah was excited. At long last, she would be able to do what she want when she want, without people pointing fingers and talking behind her back. Not that that sort of thing bothered her unduly, but it would be liberating to not have it happening on the fringes of her experiences. And oh yes, she planned on having many experiences when she was far away from this place.

She would miss her mother. Her heart did ache knowing her mother fretted. But she was who she was and her mother just could not understand that. Sarah believed that the only way for her mother and her to get back on track was for there to be distance, many many miles of it, between them. Seas, even. Sarah told her friends and her occasional lovers that she’d be going. She mouthed off to the women elders that they would have to find someone else to pick apart like John Crow. She planned her wardrobe and she shopped and packed. Everything was on schedule until Myrtle and her beau turned up.

*******

Mama had been given advance notice of Pablo. It had been brief, but she was thankful for it nonetheless. Her daughter had not said anything about any young men while she was away and when Mama had written to tell her of the hell she was enduring because of her youngest, Myrtle had still said nothing other than that she’d would be coming home.

Then two days before she was to arrive, a telegram had come saying that she was bringing a suitor. Would he be able to stay at their house? Of course, there was no time for a response, and Mama had to get bustling to make her home ready for a man – the first since her husband had died seventeen years before.

Mama had so many questions – Who was he? Where did he come from? Was he American or a Jamaican national living in Miami? If he were Jamaican, why would he be coming to stay at her house? Who were his parents? What was his vocation? The questions raced through her mind and peppered her sleep for the next two days. But she always reassured herself that he being a suitor for her eldest, her most responsible, was answer enough. Myrtle would have ensured that he measured up.

When the taxi dropped them at the gate, Mama stood at the doorstep and watched, anxious to see that her daughter was still in one piece and knotted to get a look at the man who would be staying her house. He was handsome, she could see. His skin was just a shade lighter than Myrtle’s and his hair was straight and thick. Mama watched him closely as they approached and noted with approval that he carried her daughter’s luggage and held the gate open for her. Mama wondered where his luggage was.

He was polite in his greeting and Mama had the feeling that his words were rehearsed. Still, his nervousness mollified her and she allowed him in. Myrtle too was anxious. She wanted her mother to approve of her young man and she wanted him to like and respect her mother. She could not tell from the first introductions if her wishes were to be met. She was thankful and yet annoyed that Sarah had not even bothered to show up. Aside, her mother told her that Sarah was just running free. She was probably in the city or maybe even in some boy’s yard. Mama had thrown up her hands in despair. Then she told her eldest that Sarah would be going abroad. Maybe, hopefully, she would get settled and come to her senses. Mama wept for a minute for the loss of her husband who would’ve surely known what to do.

In no time, Pablo was settled in. He agreed to apprentice with Mr. Joe the local carpenter as long as he could get time to do his music. He charmed Mama, the housekeeper, Mary and Sarah. Pablo intrigued Sarah. She’d wasted no time making a play for him and he’d wasted no time in letting her know that he was solely Myrtle’s. While Myrtle kept an eagle eye on any interaction he had with her sister, she planned her wedding. And while Myrtle planned her wedding Sarah found reasons to postpone her journey abroad.

Mama felt buffeted by everything. On the one hand, she needed to organize the wedding for her eldest while their house was being built and on the other, she needed her youngest to just behave. Mama was happy that Sarah wanted to remain for the wedding, for this was her latest reason for not going away – and how could she deny her youngest? But Mama was troubled and she’d been alive too long to ignore her intuition.

“I need to go into town,” Sarah proclaimed. “Somethings I need to get fi de wedding.”

“Sometings like wha?” Mama and Myrtle asked - one with curiousity, the other with suspicion.

“Tings!” Sarah snapped. “Anyway, I need a lift. Can I go wid Pablo?” she asked Myrtle mockingly. Myrtle’s every instinct was to scream no! But Mama was there and Mama would be shocked.

“Can’t it wait?” Myrtle asked. “I can take you in later…”

“Yuh ooda haffi wait fi Pablo come back fi use de car,” Sarah reasoned. “’Wi can jus kill two bird wid one stone if I go wid im an done.”

“Well, I’m coming…”

“Why?” Mama asked, puzzled. “We have so much to finish. You don’t have the time to be galavanting off…”

“But Mama…”

“Lissen to yuh madda,” Sarah taunted as she exited the room. “No believe say caw yuh a get married dat yuh too ol fi lissen.” She went in search of Pablo.

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Sarah eyed Pablo. She admired the way his lean brown arms flexed as he steered the car and the way his hair flopped over his eye. She liked his long lashes and the curve of his lips. Somehow they managed to elicit a certain tenderness from her and she’d long gotten over being surprised by it. She wanted Pablo, more than she’d wanted anyone before. She wasn’t sure what it was that moved her so, but she aimed to satisfy her want. His reticence was just that – reticence. Not lack of interest. She knew when someone was interested, she could always tell when she affected someone. And Pablo was affected.

She’d tried talking to him about it. His English had improved vastly, but he feigned incomprehension when her statements became too pointed. She wasn’t annoyed or even frustrated by his tactic. It added to the thrill and she knew his capitulation would be the sweeter for it. However, there was a sense of urgency to her end. Pablo and Myrtle would be getting married soon. They would be living in the house which Mama was having built for them. Any chance of being alone with Pablo would be seriously curtailed. Myrtle’s and Sarah’s relationship being what it is, would not brook sisterly visitations and tête-à-têtes. So Sarah had to work fast, and short of raping Pablo, she had no idea how to get him where she wanted. That was until her friend had told her about the curious effect her medication was having on her. It had been easy enough to get some pills without her friend knowing.

Now Sarah eyed Pablo and smiled charmingly when he caught her looking.

“Thirsty,” she said. “Want to stop for a soda?”

“I’m late…”

“It won’t take long,” she teased. “Look, there. Just pull up and I will go and get it for us, ok?”

“Wait,” he called. “Money-”

“Don’t worry about a thing,” Sarah slammed the door. “I’ve got it under control.”

[Kimberley24]

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What a wicked bad minded gal....hopefully she gets what's coming to her in the long run better yet mek it short run Nunya....

[R00TS]

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<div class="ubbcode-block"><div class="ubbcode-header">Originally Posted By: Nunya</div><div class="ubbcode-body">
Mama dreaded being alone.
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you said it!
Good chapter Nunya [img]/forums/images/%%GRAEMLIN_URL%%/70458-applaud.gif[/img]

[Nunya]

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Sarah was a little nervous. The car was weaving a bit and Pablo’s eyes had begun to droop. She hung onto the door and her seat and laughed shakily. “Pablo, let’s stop for a minute. Let’s pull over. I want to finish my drink and you’re going to…”

The car swerved again, jarring the bottle and she squealed in anger and fear when the liquid splashed onto her skirt.

“No, no,” his words were becoming slurred. “I gotta be a wor… Misser Joe, he…”

“You can’t take me to work with you, Pablo,” Sarah screamed. “I have place to go to yuh know! Pablo!” her words ended in a scream. Pablo rode the curb and pedestrians moved back hastily and shouted and shook their fists in annoyance. Pablo shook his head sharply.

“I-I feel like a lil sleep…”

“No! nooo,” Sarah rushed to push his head up as it lolled. “Look, look! Look Pablo, can you see? Mi say fi look man! Nuh dung deh so yuh wok? Aright, jus tek time, man, yuh can mek it, lawd!” she screamed again as his eyelids drooped and the car swung left.

“Wake up, yuh dyam eediat blastid foofool bwoy! Afta mi nat even did put dat much een deh? Bwoy, likkle weak hawt man! Watch out!”

Pablo swung into the yard where he and Mr. Joe were currently employed to do the kitchen cabinetry. Sarah reached over with her right leg and stomped on the brake, pressing hard. The suddenness caused them to jerk forward and his head banged on the hard steering wheel. He drew back in bemusement and rubbed his brow. Sarah stared in dismay at the blood that was starting to make rat-tails of the hair that hung over his forehead.

“Pawk it,” she urged. “Pawk, mi say p-a-r-k de dyam car! Aright, good. Now don’t move. I’m coming ‘round!”

“Hello? Hello? Anybady ere?” Sarah called as she struggled to keep Pablo upright. God, he was heavy. She slapped his face twice, hoping to keep him awake before her left side could go numb. “Anybody here?” she yelled. No one answered.

Gathering all her strength, she pushed Pablo against the wall of the house. While he slouched against the wall and threatened to slide down, she braced him up with both arms, cursing roundly as she did so.

“Hey! Pablo! Wake up man! Mi cyaa believe chree likkle pill do dis to yuh! Cho! Mi cyaa believe even eediat Myrtle woulda married smaddy so sawf… Wake up man! Stupid frigga! Lissen, yuh listening?” she followed his lolling head and used her fingers to poke at his eyes. Weakly his head waved her off.

“How oonuu get eena de house a day time? Dem leave a key fi oonuu?” she slapped him again, hard. He groaned and she yelled, “Key! Where-is-it?”

She thought he mumbled something about at the back and the groaned as she contemplated the relatively short distance to the backyard but the weight she’d have to bear to get there. Squaring her shoulders mentally, she dug deep, slapped him again and told him to move his rump. And thus she was able to get him to the backyard.

Once there, she was happy to see from just a kick of the mat, that the keys were there.

“Tan up!” she snarled at him. “Mi cyaa hol yuh while mi go get de key!” Sarah was by this time, well and truly sorry she’d ever met him. Screwing him to screw her sister was just not worth the aggravation. She looked forward to dumping his sorry behind inside and driving back home. The silver lining to this day would be that her mother would finally see that she was capable of driving and allow her to and Pablo’s boss would show up and see him snoring on the floor and give him the boot.

She glared at him threateningly as she fumbled for the key and tried to fit it into the lock. Pablo swayed on his feet but miraculously, remained upright. The door opened to a small titled area that led to a kitchen. She pushed the door wide and turned back for him. “Come, yuh doing good. Nobadda go drop now, cawse mi too tyad fi carry yuh.”

They stumbled through to the kitchen and Sarah was surprised to see the mess that laid there.

“Whappn to de homeowner dem? Smaddy can live eena dis?” she hissed her teeth in annoyance and, hardly remembering that he leaned heavily against her, trudged through the kitchen, through the dining room. She admired the furniture but wanted to peek at the rest of the house before leaving. When she pushed the door open to the master bedroom, she gasped in delight. It was heavenly.

“Dis nice eeh?” she gushed. Pablo mumbled and Sarah was reminded of his weight.

“Come affa mi,” she said, pushing him. He stumbled and would have fallen to the floor, but she grabbed at his arm. “Si bed deh eediat! Yuh a go liddung pon grung insteada de bed?”

She pushed him to the bed and watched as he flopped back onto it. She rolled her eyes and turned to leave, running her hand caressingly against the brocaded swathe that draped the mirror of the dresser. She was about to cast one last dismissive look at him sprawled on the bed, when paused. For while Pablo lay sprawled, his right leg slightly hooked, his arms splayed, there was an unmistakable tent at the front of his pants. Sarah’s tongue teased the inside of her cheek. Her friend had giggled with her about this side effect of the drug. Sarah, in lugging Pablo around, had forgotten. A grin spread and she moved quietly from the room. At the back door, she locked and tested it and pocketed the key. Back inside the bedroom, she closed the door and slowly got undressed.

*******

Pablo snored while Sarah lay next to him. She ran her hands over his taut chest and flicked his nipples. He hardly stirred. She raised up onto her elbow and checked him out, her head supported by her hand. Her finger traced down and raked through his pubic hair, finally he grunted and made to turn over.

“Oh no,” Sarah murmured, sitting up. She forced him back. “Mi nuh waa look pan yuh backside. De view roun yah so betta.” She giggled as he mumbled something and relaxed on his back. Her giggling was cut short by the knock at the back door.

“Pablo? Yuh in dere?” Sarah’s back stiffened. Someone was at the door.

The banging grew harder. “Pablo! Yuh madda in law car out ere! So yuh mus in dere! Wha yuh a do look up eena de people dem house? Opn de door!”

Sarah’s eyes flew to Pablo as he finally began to stir. She glanced at the wall clock; they’d been gone for almost three hours! Jumped up and began to struggle into her clothing. The Mr. Joe was moving around the house, she could tell from his voice fading and changing. He called for Pablo angrily and Sarah pulled on her skirt and struggled into her shoes. Her eyes flew back to Pablo and she was stunned to see that he had the beginnings of an erection.

There was silence from outside. Inside, Pablo moaned and rubbed his eyes. Sarah stood, uncertain of what to do. Pablo opened his eyes and stared up. He blinked rapidly and glanced about the room, his eyes coming to rest on Sarah. He blinked several times while she smiled back uncertainly.

He raised up on his elbows, but sank back, his palms pressed to his forehead. He moaned and Sarah said, “Shh!”

He removed his hands and slowly sat up. “Wha’s goin on?” he asked.

“Shh,” she said again. “Mr. Joe is outside.”

“Misser Joe? Wha..?” Pablo glanced around confused and then stood up suddenly. He instantly stumbled and fell forward. Sarah jumped back.

Pablo swore and struggled to stand up. He looked down in confusion. His pants and underwear were bunched at his knees. He stared at them in confusion then at Sarah, his confusion turning to consternation.

“You…we… mi madre…” he whispered.

Sarah grinned saucily. “Well, I did all the work. But that’s ok. Now dat wi bruk wi ducks, yuh can do all de work nex time.”

“¿Qué?”

“Wait!” Sarah commanded, putting her finger to her lips. “Soun like Mr. Joe gone. Wi should probably leave now, eh? Or wi could use dis time fi adda tings?”

“Nooo,” Pablo groaned, misery sheathing the word. “I marry your sister. Myrtle…ella es mi novia…”

“She don’t have to know,” Sarah cooed, advancing. Pablo back up and fell onto the bed. “She don’t have to know unless you want har fi know. I will tell her if yuh want…”

“No!” Pablo cried. “Do not tell.”

“Well then, yuh gwine haffi do whe mi want,” she said teasingly, her hands slipping off her panties. “Jus follow im,” she said, indicating with her head to his member. “Im far ahead a yuh. Wi woan talk unless yuh force wi fi,” she promised as she straddled him.

[Kimberley24]

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This just isn't right. fool fool coolie man no have no sense what a situation he's in; this girl fi dead yah man.