Gate Wide Open by M. T. Pope Page A

again became inseparable magnets. I then pleasured him like only I could.
    I should have gotten the “Nobel Piece Prize,” because I knew how to milk a nigga’s piece dry. After I made him cum on my face. He then bent over, pushing his ass as high in the air as it could go.
    That’s what the fuck I’m talking about . I love a brotha who could give it good and take it even better. My dick wasn’t as big as his, but I could tell he was enjoying himself, from the way he moaned and groaned, telling me not to stop.
    We again collapsed on the bed and snuggled as he held me from behind. As we both drifted off to sleep, I could smell the sweet faint fragrance of sandalwood on his pillows. He had every base covered. I loved it.
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    I woke up to an empty bed. I looked around the room for a clock and noticed it was going on eight o clock in the evening. Wallace was gone, and there was a note on the pillow where his head once was.
    Yo, James.
    I went to take care of some business. Holla at you later. I left you your own key and the password to the gate to get in when you want. I enjoyed your presence today and hope to have many more experiences with you. Oh, and I left you some spending money just in case you want to buy yourself something. Here’s my cell phone number if I don’t make it back before you leave. 443-228-7965.
    One.
    Wallace.
    â€œGot me another one,” I said to myself. Once again, this shit is too easy. I made my way to the bathroom and showered.
    I got dressed and made my way to my car. I couldn’t believe he would trust me this fast—money, keys, passwords, all of it in record time. I was like fine wine. Getting better with age.
    Wallace had left me four grand on the nightstand. I almost felt like a whore. Nah. Whores don’t get paid this good. And they damn sure don’t look this good.
    Before I left I noticed the duffle bag he’d brought in still in the same place where he’d left it when we came in. I was tempted to check its contents, but my better judgment told me to leave it be. I wasn’t nobody’s dummy. Wallace’s ass could be recording my every movement. And this could be a test to see if I was trustworthy or not. It would behoove me to be content with what I have for now. I’m sure there would be other times when I could get more money out of him.
    I made my way toward my home in a hurry because I knew my cats needed to be fed. I also needed to call Carl and check in with him, just to keep him happy. My job was never done.

Chapter 18
Shawn
    A Pleasant Surprise
November 8 th , 2018, 12:34 P.M.
    I guess I was supposed to be sad and distraught right about now but I just couldn’t get to that place yet. I embraced my mom tightly in the middle of my dad’s grotesque apartment. The news of his death had hit her hard. I, on the other hand, was in another place. I was kind of glad he was gone. I felt like a burden had been lifted off of me.
    â€œIt’s gonna be okay, Mom,” I said, looking at her in the face. Tears continued to stream down her face. She shook with unrecognized emotion as I held her as tightly as I could. My mom had forgiven my father a lot faster than I did. If I did. I still didn’t know. I didn’t know how or why she forgave him after all he put us through.
    I had called in a favor to the police chief of Baltimore City, and he granted me permission, but under police surveillance only. The police didn’t allow us to touch anything, but from the looks of the place, I can say that my father was a total slob. He must have totally fell off after my mom put him out.
    When we first came in, we went into the bedroom, which was the scene of the crime. My mom altogether lost it as she saw blood splattered on the walls. She immediately ran out of the room crying and hollering. The only reason we were in the apartment was because my mom and I both wanted to see the condition my father was living in. She