Kendall Simmons walked outside of the house he shared with his parents and nephews. The six-foot-three-inch, two-hundred-thirty-pound, brown-skinned brotha looked across the street. He was 31 years old and had just gotten back from the state penitentiary a few months ago. He saw a very light-skinned boy with green eyes in the yard. Kendall waved at him. The femboi returned the favor. Kendall motioned for him to come over. The redbone switched over. “Hi,” the sissy started. “Hello,” Kendall said. “What’s yah name?” “I’m Olario.” “Okay. How old you is?” “I’m nineteen. How old are you?”… 阅读更多内容
Rent issues
Maggie sighed. It was almost midnight when she began to approach the building where she'd now been living for almost three months. At 25, this wasn't exactly how she's imagined herself to be, but given the circumstances, the small apartment in this worn-out building would have to do. As Maggie put the keys into the building's front door and turned the lock, the usually feisty and upbeat redhead wondered how she'd managed to lose her job, her boyfriend and her house --- after the bastard threw her out three months ago. She let herself in and quietly snuck by her landlord's flat on the grou… 阅读更多内容