Chapter Three

Keisha's hot box had been simmering all night after their phone sex. She woke up in the morning happy, horny and with a soaked chocha. It wasn't routine for Keisha to arrive to work early on her housing unit. Usually she was a few minutes late, but the excitement to come to work and taste her delicious husband overruled her.

True love has always been motivating.

After yard movement, she went in his cell to put the fire out they started the night before. Only his water could put the fire out. She undressed so fast that you would have thought it was a circus trick.

Her heart was racing as if she was on her favorite roller coaster. His heart had already transferred so much blood to his penis that it had extra girth. They frantically kissed and caressed each other's hot spots. She bought him to an oral orgasm, and he induced her to a clitoral climax. She could only be appeased by his extinguisher.. She assumed her favorite position, on all fours. Encouraging him to rummage all through her vagina canal, finding is way deep in her matrix, which is what she demanded. Then he placed her on her back and put a pillow under her butt. He got between her legs and bent her thighs against her chest, Mike had his hands hooked under her shoulders as he pumped her as hard as he could, It pleased her a little but hurt a lot, so she let him know. He removed the pillow from beneath her and made passionate love to her in missionary while kissing her. Mrs. Johnson felt his sincere love in his kissing and lovemaking. They were accomplishing the highest achievement of lovemaking, simultaneously peaking during their engagements.

That night they had a fruitful conversation about business. It was agreed upon to expand her hair salon to a unisex salon. Also, they agreed to start one in Atlantic City. After discussing the red

tape, licenses, paperwork, they talked about the numbers, the money. She was already an established business owner in Trenton, so expanding would be a cakewalk. Mike Mike's father had been home for about five years now. An old gangster who had supreme ties to the mayor and three councilmen in A.C., so he would handle the permits. Keisha underestimated her husband's business aspirations and how much bread he had saved up.

Mike wasn't your average 'poop-butt' prisoner just running his mouth. He was serious in the streets, and now he would be serious as a square businessman, What she didn't know was way before he caught his case; he gave twenty trusted professional family members sixty thousand dollars a piece. They were school teachers, nurses, supervisors, and business owners in different states throughout the country. It was commanded that they were

to take ten grand for themselves and gradually deposit fifty grand into their bank accounts. This was his get away and/or emergency money. Keisha put up fifty grand for her expansion, and he put up one hundred and twenty-five thousand.

A hundred grand for the salon in Atlantic City and the remaining twenty-five was to be her partner as well as running both spots. When his sister put the money in her hand, her respect for her husband skyrocketed. Mrs. Johnson was used

to most dudes in prison and on the streets bluffing.

"Dang boy, I didn't know you could get your hands on this type of money, I should have asked for more money for my dowry." She said in amazement.

Mike Mike now seeing his life come into fruition, responded with an appreciation. " I was taught by my father to always have put away money. It is a great blessing to have a beautiful wife who is successful. Now we can grow each other's

money, You are the brains, beauty and bravado baby."

Keisha reflected on her time as an officer. " Yeah boo, I see most dudes say they do the crime to take care of their families' but their families end up taking care of themselves."

" With that being said, even a dude like me who had enough sense to save something for a rainy day was still a loser. There's no money that can replace quality tie with my mother and family when they needed me most. I am supposed to be

there for them to help make it through." Mike acknowledge her perception.

"Yeah boy, I'm glad you really understand what it takes to be a man now because I won't accept anything less." She said as she laid on his chest.

" I know you won't" Mike Mike said.

She joined with his sisters and father to get this project off the ground. They also spoke about once she finished school to be a mortician, they would start funeral homes in Newark and Camden, New Jersey. These two cities had the highest

murder rates in the state and high in the country. Mike Mike had family in both cities.

After Mike Mike's devastating lost of his beloved mother life was going pretty smooth. After every difficulty comes relief. Those that are patient in the difficulties and grateful in the reliefs are the successful ones.

" Mr. James, did you hear anything?" Mike Mike asked on his lawyer.

He was in the library room, peeking out the door. They had a phone in there that he was able to use.

"You didn't get anything in the mail" he asked.

"No not yet. They are really taking their time. I'll have news for you soon." His lawyer said.

" Man, it's been eight months waiting to hear something." Mike Mike argued.

"Look, Mike, I told you the other evidence they admitted was your get out of jail card. They give you a full reversal." His lawyer promised, You'll probably get the great news soon."

" They are really testing me. " Mike uttered.

" With your family ties it's what we expected, is it not? Listen though Mike, it's no stop signs here. With this new evidence in, I'm practically packing up the office. We'll get it done." Confidently spoken by his lawyer.

" I hear you, Arnold. We'll see about it." Mike said.

" Now, this doesn't mean you'll go straight home. You will be remanded back to your county jail for a new trail. I'm sure the prosecution don't want to go back to trial since that crime evidence would be inadmissible this time. I can negotiate it down to twelve years with a four-year stipulation. You would come home on parole for four years since this is your first charge." Explained Arnold, "Mike you getting this." He asked.

" Yeah, I'm here. If you can make that happen, that would be a blessing." Mike said.

"You'll get three years credit, two years in the county jail and one year in the big house, okay. I'll call you in a couple of days, okay." said Arnold.

Mike Mike went deaf to everything around him. When he entered his housing unit, he subdued his happiness out of consideration for is fellow prisoner's misery. Too much boisterous

joy could be perceived as being insensitive and ostentatious, keeping your elation low-key was an unsaid etiquette around the long timers. On average, only two prisoners out of two thousand would get a reversal. Ninety-five percent of them had a

violent horrendous charges nut that didn't stop them from asking him a lot of questions about his case. Whoever got a reversal, the whole prison would comb through his case in hopes of finding a key issue to their freedom. All they had was effort and hope. Once they lost these, they were the walking dead. Anywho, he composedly, went to his cell. His wife was sitting on the chair at the front of the tier. He said, " Guess what?"

"What." she said.

He continued, " I'm going to be getting a reversal."

"Oh my god, boo, that's so insane." She laughed, " does that mean you will be coming home to me tomorrow?"

" I wish I could, but I most likely will have to do one more year, at a minimum security prison." Mike explained.

" Baby!" she screamed, " To go from twenty plus years left to one year left is a miracle. We must be grateful, boo. When do you leave?"

" Arnold made it seem like it would be soon. Probably in a couple of days, mamae." Mike Mike sad as he tried not to smile

He called his family to give them the great news, they were so happy and relieved. Mike Mike was the story of the prison. Whoever received a reversal becomes the most talked about in the prison.

Even the officers were in his face. He spoke to his boys and promised he would hold them down when he got home. They had trusted in his word. Most dudes were happy for I'm, but sad for themselves. Others gave him the evil eye, behind his back.

Mike Mike and Keisha took turns pleasing each other. It would some of the last moments they spent together since he would be going away for a year. Though it would pain them both, it came at the price of his freedom and betterment. They spooned for a few minutes, swearing their love to one another. He could've died in her arms.

Later that day Mike Mike decided to take the risk by going to afternoon yard to hang out with his boys one last time. It rivaled the mess hall as far as danger. Maybe it was more dangerous because it was bigger and more populated. It was harder to detect things, so they got anyway with much more, It was a huge area with a dirt ground. You had the main basketball court where prisoners would surround to watch the competitive basketball games. You had the weight pile where the powerlifters trained. Also, there were pull up and dip bars. Prisoners gambled, got high, sold drugs and listened to music. Dudes sold sandwiches and sodas. Getting knocked out jumped, or stabbed was considered normal. Dozens of knives were buried in the dirt. Prisoners would be murdered out there. So, usually when I guy was given a reversal, he wouldn't go anywhere to insure he would make it out. All of Mike Mike's homies were respected goons with big knives. He genuinely loved them, so spending one last time with them had to happen.

Just his luck, that burly chump he stabbed in the cell was walking towards him with watery eyes and a knife under his sleeve. Mike Mike saw him and whipped out his knife from his jockstrap to kill him once and for all. His brothers grabbed him and surrounded him, saying," we can't let you go out like this, you making it home. We got your back."

Three of them ran towards the chump to kill him, but he ran for his life. It was because of this considerate loyalty that when he made it home he would take care of them.

The following morning he got shipped out to his county jail for about two weeks. His lawyer got him that twelve with a four, which means he would be home in four years on parole. Subsequently, he was sent to Southern State Prison for one year. Southern State Prison was a baby compared to the antiquated big house in Trenton. It was summer camp in comparison. More modern, cleaner, better food, more freedoms and better visits. It didn't hold single cells, instead it was equipped with sleeping quarters and bunks. Everybody there was on their home, so the energy and aura was much more positive. Mike Mike's reputation preceded him from the streets and the big house, so life there was easy. The days flew by, weeks felt like days, and months felt like two weeks.

He and his wife decided that right before he came home she would resign because it was only a matter of time before her job found out. They wanted to tell the world about their love anyway.

They conversed about it, " I know you planned to at least put in twenty-five for that big pension, but we already worth a couple of millions. Why risk your getting into any trouble any longer. Our salons are booming and once we get our funeral

homes it's a wrap!" Keisha was excited.

"Yeah boo, I want a couple of bodegas too." Mike added.

" After I become a mortician, I've decided to study to become a real estate agent. I'll learn all the ins and outs of the real estate hustle, so we can invest in it with some big money. " She expressed.

Mike being genuinely in awe. " Every time I am impressed with your business savvy, you come up with great ideas. The best decision I ever made was having you, Ms. Adorable."

" Call me Miss Moneybags." she laughed.

The time came when it time when it was his day to go home, This was to be a great celebration, all day and all night. A caravan of stretch limousines arrive with his family and Keisha to pick him up. He didn't like to be flamboyant, but a few officers were

arrogant, so he flaunted on them a little. He and his family all hugged, kissed and cried. His sister Tasha and two brothers Dave and Sid were overwhelmed with joy. They talked the whole way to their fathers house.

"I've missed y'all so much. I thought about y'all in that single cell all alone in Trenton. All of our childhood memories came back constantly. Before I went to the streets we were super close, I know I gave y'all money and things, but I stole the real me from y'all. I'm truly sorry for that and the real me is back now." Mike Mike opened up to them in a way they had almost forgotten.

Tasha said," We forgive you and love you dearly. We believe you. And pray for your success in the legal world.

"Yeah, big bra were just happy you have a second opportunity to make it all good. Twenty-five years to life was forever too long. We would have been old if you would have done all that time." Dave cried.

" Yeah, you know I love you by showing you, I don't like all this mushy talk." Sid laughed

They arrived at his father's baby mansion in Egg Harbor Township. Mike Mike and his father went to talk privately.

" Oh, thank god son, you made it home" His father rejoiced.

" Yeah, pops, they tried to smoke me." Mike Mike said as his father placed his hand on his shoulders.

His father belted," Yeah I know son. You know we couldn't allow that and Mike, I'm very impressed with your wife. She has beauty, brains and the booty."

His father started to uncover some money and hand it to him.

" I'm proud of you for deciding to go completely legit. I got the keys to the city, since the mayor and three councilmen are my people. Whatever you want to do, you have my support." He said

" I know pop, and pop you know I'm good on money. I don't need it." said Mike Mike

" Boy take it, its twenty grand for your pocket. But you and your wife something that taste good, something that smells good." Mike's father couldn't help but to spoil his first child

Mike Mike grabbed and pulled his father in close, " I love you pop."

" I love you more, son." said his father. " I love you more."