There's Levels To My Thug

There's Levels To My Thug by Judith Tamalynn

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really has your back and who truly loves you. Dragon, Sonya, and Future joined us for dinner and drinks. We went back to our house for more drinks. Everyone was trying to keep my mind off Mama’s funeral tomorrow. Since everyone was riding with us in the family car, Dragon and I decided it would be best that they stayed the night.
        Dragon and I woke up around 7 am the next morning to get ready for Mama’s funeral; the viewing is set for 10 am this morning. The cars arrived to pick us up at 9 am, Dragon his parents Tameka and Desiree rode with me in the family car. When we walked into Whigham Funeral home, I could hardly stand. Everything just seemed so surreal my legs began to shake the closer we got to the casket. My mother’s casket was pure white with gold trim there were red white and yellow roses everywhere. I dressed her in the all white gown Dragon designed for her and her favorite Jimmy Choo’s. Dragon leaned over whispering something to Mama and then kissed her after placing a dozen roses inside of her casket with her he stepped aside to give me a moment. It didn’t feel like I was speaking my last words to my mother, at least, I didn’t want it to be.
        Just as Mr. Randall started to give the Eulogy, I could hear a lot of yelling and hollering coming from behind the chapel doors. All of sudden the doors were kicked open.
    “I don’t know who in the Fuck you people think you are! How in the Hell do you think you’re going to have a home going for my sister and I not be here. You’re going to let me the Fuck in! Savannah, Savannah…. Where are you? You were going to let these people deny me saying my goodbyes to my only sibling?” A lady yelled as she was being held.
    Security grabbed her as she ran into the chapel.
        “Oh My God is that you Auntie? Aunt Anita? Let her go let her in.” I demanded.
    My Aunt was the spitting image of my mother, just petite and a little older. After we had got everyone settled back down into their seats, Mr. Randall continued on giving the Eulogy. Tameka went up after Papa Randall and sang mama favorite song “I just can’t give up now” by Mary Mary. Right after the services we headed over to Dragon parents’ home for the Repast, Mama Ashes should be ready for pick up in 48 hours. People kept going up to my Aunt Anita stating how much she resembled Mama. Eventually, Aunt Anita broke down and started apologizing for not being around. Not being too mad at her just for not being around because the fact I hadn’t spoken with my Mama since my Graduation party, we had an argument about the difference of my childhood up bringing from Faith & Hope. I felt very guilty and Dragon was the only person that knew about my feelings towards my mother. However, to know that I’ll have her with me, where ever I go it made me feel a little at ease.
        The whole ride home was quiet. Mrs. Rachal kept the girls so Desiree and I could ride down to Philly in the morning to take the last deposit to the club. Dragon looked over and grabbed my hand.
        “ Babe I’ll love you until the end of time,” Dragon said as he kissed my hand.
    When we got home, Dragon went and ran us a bath. I truly enjoyed our alone time, as new parents and with Dragon being a new business owner, it’s hard to find time to ourselves. Dragon called me to come join him in the Jacuzzi. The bathroom smelt of green apples and vanilla. I stepped into the Jacuzzi sitting in between Dragon.
    “Baby I don’t want any sex tonight for real. I just want to massage and wrap my arms around you baby, you’ve had a rough day and I just want you to relax and rest. You have the next couple days off and I just want you to rest.” He whispered in to my ear.
        Honestly no matter if he was holding me or fucking me all crazy, a bitch like me I will be relaxed for sure. As much as I would love for him to be all up inside me maybe he was on the right path. Dragon gave me a sponge bath while massaging

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