Thug Jail Brother (Part 46)
MEMO TO SELF: Love Is Greater Than Hate…

I think I know that voice, so we walk towards my bedroom and I just wanted to be bad. So, I open the door and I was shocked, Lady Moe taken dick.  Her leg over Malek shoulders and he then open old Egypt and freed the slave, I tell you, I think I heard her speaking in tongues a few times. The funny thing is they did not know that we were standing at the door watching. So we stood there for a few more minutes and watched; hell we need some humor about now. At one point she sound like a fire truck siren, woo, woo, woo. Next thing we know that bitch then flipped Malek and was riding him like a rollercoaster at an amusement park. She was screaming some stuff that surely would not let one call her a lady. When she screamed, ooh I want you in my ass, Malek flipped her and grabbed some lube and that is when I noticed that he was not wearing a condom. I don’t believe this shit, did he get his test results back and what the fuck is she thinking. Did he not just dodge one bullet and here he goes again.  I am done with this fool, d o n e, done; all we can be is friends and nothing else. I just don’t know what his ass could give me. I say enough of this and Ahmad says I will never be able to look at her the same at church. She is a freak and we all start laughing, Ahmad and his stupid self, talking about oh fuck me in the ass, woo, woo, woo. We laughed so hard that Malek must have heard us and come running out of the room in all his glory.

Malek said, what are you doing back so early and how long have you been home. I tell him we just walked in and The Prophet and his stupid ass goes, woo, woo, woo and we all laugh and walk into my bedroom.  We need that laugh, Ahmad said testimony service should be hot on next Sunday, let’s see if her ass will be confessing.  Ahmad said can you see her standing there saying, Pastor, Deacon, and friends, I sinned this week and I must say I did enjoy it.  Woo, woo, woo, but I was wrong, I let that old devil make me sin. But, I enjoyed it, yes I did, I got the curls knocked out of my head, oh yes I did. I got a new walk, cause my ass is sore, the devil thought he had me and I rode his ass and held on. Let me tell you church, I am free after 33 years of bondage I am free, glory I am free.  I said stop Ahmad and The Prophet was laughing his ass off and then all of a sudden that boy started crying again. Ahmad said man I don’t know you but I do know God and everything is going to work out. He say lets hold hands and pray right now, that boy prayed for about twenty minutes, but his ass prayed for Sheba’s healing. After he finished, I really felt like everything was going to be alright. The Prophet is still crying, but he said I think she is going to be alright, he leaned over and gave Ahmad a big hug and thanked him.  I then look up and Malek is standing in the doorway and ask what is going on. I explain to him that Ms. Sheba was jumped and she is in really bad condition and that they are not sure if she will make it. Then his ass wants to come sit on the bed and Ahmad says how are you Malek and he says fine. We all know it is not fine, Ahmad in my bed, oh this is should be fun. I ask Malek if his company is gone and he says what company and The Prophet says woo, woo, woo again and we all laugh. Malek wants to know what is funny, we say it is an inside joke. I tell you after that prayer, thing seem to lighten up. We sit up and talk about Ms. Sheba and other things most of the night. Every now and then The Prophet would call and check on Ms. Sheba and they said that nothing had changed.

I asked The Prophet if he had contacted Ms. Sheba’s family, he said he called her father. He answered the phone and I told him that his daughter, Ms. Sheba had been beaten and that she was in the hospital. He said, my daughter live here with me and I don’t have another, I have a son Tyrone. He then asked if he was alive and I said yes, he went on to say well call me back when he is dead. Ms. Sheba and her father have not spoken for about ten years. The Prophet explains her relationship with her father. Her father is a pastor of an apostolic church, where women cannot wear makeup, jewelry or pants. When women come into the church their head must be covered and homosexuality in any form is a sin and you are going straight to hell. He has had nothing to do with Ms. Sheba since she was fourteen and came home and told him that she was a woman. He will tell you that, that was the day his son died, Ms. Sheba is really hurt over this and she sends him birthday card and Christmas cards he sends them back. This shit has caused her years of pain and that is why she has given me legal rights over everything. Even the medical, because she wanted to have control over everything that happens to her, in the event something like this transpired. I say why you didn’t tell me that, got me looking like a fool at the hospital. He said you where having way to much fun acting like an attorney, so I thought I would let you have your moment of glory.  He then said and I saw that doctor checking your ass out.  Of course Ahmad chimed in and said yeah, I saw that shit, I was about to jump on him.

 We all took off I clothes and had on our underwear and at some point we must have all dosed off. I woke up a couple of time to The Prophet private part poking my ass, I wanted to back it up on him, but I know Ms Sheba would kill both of us. So I quickly turned the other way and Ahmad, grabbed me and was holding me in those big muscular arms of his. I must say I was enjoying this hug and I think I could get use to him in my bed.  It was about 6:30 am and my cell phone is ringing off the hook, its Mac D’s secretary. She put him on and he wants to know how Ms Sheba is and how The Prophet is doing. I tell him the nothing has changes and the she is still in critical condition and The Prophet is doing as well as expected. He asks where The Prophet is, I told him he is staying with me and he says damn Jason can’t you let the body get cold first and he starts laughing.  I say you know better, he said, yeah you know that is right, Ms. Sheba would wake out of and coma blazing with her glock.  He tells me that he has some more bad news, Lora Michaels died of cancer.  Oh my Lawd, when did she die, I was not thinking when I said that, The Prophet looked up and started crying and saying no, not my baby. He was screaming no not Ms. Sheba, Ahmad woke up like what the hell is going on. Malek comes running in the room and I tell everyone to calm down. Lora Michael’s just passed, from cancer, everyone was relived, Mac D says what in the hell where you thinking.  Please, don’t repeat anything else I say, damn how many people you got in your damn bed, you damn guys are having a wake over there.

Mac D tells me to let The Prophet know that he is praying for Ms. Sheba and the he will be in B-more this evening. He wants the office to work on a prayer vigil for Ms. Sheba for this evening.  His only request is that we keep The Prophet from talking, Jason you know the press will be there and we don’t want him telling the world what he does on his own time. We have been good at keeping it on the low, low for right now and let’s keep it that way. If this got out you know it could be bad for business, so hang around him for a few days and keep him away from the press.  I will keep you update on Lora’s funeral arrangements. I tell everyone that Lora Michael’s died and Ahmad said was that you girl Malek, oh that was not a jab at Malek, but that was a stab and I think it cut his ass. My Baby Ahmad is standing his own, Malek gives us the feel sorry for me look and we all ignored his ass. Then his dumb ass says, I wonder if they mind if I go to the funeral. I said Malek think for a minute, you sued her ass, why would you think they would want you there. Well, I was her baby’s father; take your ass back to bed. Oh what, today is jump on Malek day, your ass just showing off for you girlfriend. Ahmad says I got your girl friend and The Prophet went, woo, woo, woo again and we all laugh. Malek did not find it funny and he went back to the guestroom pouting.  The Prophet and Ahmad are having too much damn fun at the expense of Malek. I was starting to feel sorry for his ass, then I remembered that he was fucking that Lady is a Tramp Moe without a condom. What the hell was she thinking; she is supposed to be in charge of HIV & Aids ministry at church.

 We go by the house for The Prophet to shower and change, I sit and wait and everywhere I look I see pictures of Ms. Sheba. The Prophet is ready and I tell him, to pack a bag and he says sure, we leave their house and head to the hospital. Once we arrive we see a lady old lady sitting in the waiting room and she look just like Ms. Sheba, The Prophet and I both take a double take. She looks at us and we look at her and then The Prophet says to her, you have to be some kin to Ms. Sheba. She says I am his mother, I mean her mother Anne Winfrey and I drove here all night to be here. She said you must be The Prophet, she always talks about you, and it is nice to meet you. I introduce myself, I am Jason Alexander, oh you are her boss and yes, she talks about you also. How is my baby doing?  The Prophet tells her Ms. Sheba’s condition and asks if she would like to see her and I give them there space. I call the office and the prayer vigil is scheduled for 7:30 tonight, at the west parking lot of JHH parking lot. They also informed me that the police have arrested one person and they have a warrant for the other person, and they hope to have the other person in custody before the service tonight. I ask do they have a name of the person that they have in custody and she says yes. His name is Sirreal Johnson…

 
To Be Continued…

Malek Ariel, aka MA

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