Lil Miss Molly (chronicles of a junkie Book 3) by Sa'id Salaam

Author:Sa'id Salaam
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Publisher: Salaam Publications
Published: 2014-02-06T05:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 8

“You hear that?” Pastor McCoy asked down to Sister Clarice.

“Hmph wmp?” she asked. That’s what ‘hear what?’ sounds like with a mouth full of dick.

“Somebody at the door.” he whispered and pulled out of her face. He crept over to his drawer and put six 38 caliber bullets in his old gun. He always kept it unloaded until needed.

The back door opened up just as the Pastor reached the kitchen. He ducked behind the wall, lifted the gun and prepared to shoot. When he saw it was his grandson he debated on weather or not he should shoot the boy.

“Boy what the devil you got on!” He demanded. The boy looked down reminding the pastor that he was naked.

“Um…nothing” Calvin said tugging his short skirt down.

“Get yo ass up to that room!” Grandpa shouted and gave him a kick to get him started.

Calvin took the stairs two at a time hoping his grandfather wouldn’t see under his skirt. He was mad enough, no sense making it worse by seeing the thong panties.

“What’s going on?” Clarice asked fearfully when the Rev barged in and started getting dressed.

“Damn faggot next door is what’s going on! I think he done turned that boy out and I fixing to kill him!”

“No!” Clarice shouted and crossed the room. “We’ll call the police in the morning. Better he go to jail then you! You know what they do to pretty boys like you in jail!”

“What?” Pastor smiled at the compliment. He really smiled when she dropped to her knees and showed him.

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“Surprised you called us.” Eve announced skeptically to Hazel in the back seat.

“Why? As much…um, fun as we had all hanging out and um…man do I miss Sucka-fish.” Hazel lied. She wanted to get high and had no other avenue except for the twins.

“Well Dante dem don’t pay as good as dem dykes, but he got the same good coke.” Summer threw in.

“Sounds good” Hazel agreed. She had no idea of what she was getting herself into. Dante was a 300 pound drug dealer and the ‘dem’ was his ten pound dick.

“Yall bitches get to it!” He ordered once he led them into his plush apartment.

“Bitches?” Hazel frowned. “I’ll have you know…”

“We cool Dante!” Eve cut in. “Can a bitch get a hit or a drink or something?”

“Get to it.” he said pointing to a pile of cocaine on the table.

“He crazy so just go along.” Summer whispered as she and her sister leaned in to snort from the pile.

Once she snorted as much as she could her twin did the same. Not wanting to be left out or worse, remain sober Hazel repeated what she saw them do. Dante reached his fat hand out and grabbed her ass when she bent over.

“It burns!” Hazel griped with a grimace. A few seconds later it turned into a smile as the drug seeped into her system. Curiously she leaned back in and snorted some more.

“Aight, aight, get to it!” Dante ordered and hit the remote.

Again Hazel followed the twin’s and stripped down to panties and bra.

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