There was nothing more in this world that Tanisha loved more than music. Besides Nana, music was Tanisha’s everything. Music is what gave her soul the nutrients it needed to survive. She could listen to any genre. If it sounded good, her soul will gobble it up.
Nana taught Tanisha that she came from a long line of musicians. Though, none of their names made any major noise that deserved to be pronounced, they still have music in their blood. “Your grandfather was a drummer at our church for years, and my dad was The pianist,” Nana would say. “But your mother… uh-huh. CC Wynans had nothing on her.” Nana would tell Tanisha the old tales whenever she heard Tanisha sing.
Nana was so proud of her granddaughter. Nana knew that unlike her daughter, Tanisha would be major with hers.
Tanisha never knew her mother. She died when Tanisha with just a bitsy baby. She overdosed on drugs. Nana claimed that Tanisha’s mother never did drugs. So Nana believed that her daughter’s death was an instance of foul play.
The death of her mother encouraged Tanisha to never use drugs and to be an advocate for substance abuse awareness in her community. When Tanisha asked Nana about her father, Nana said, “that Bastard disappear as soon as the drugs touch your mother’s veins.” Thus the reason Nana believed that there was foul Play.
Nana raised Tanisha up by herself. One hand was a cast iron fist: instilling in Tanisha the values of a lady, education, honor and virtue. “Education…” Nana would say. “is a lady’s keys into any door. A key that could never be stripped of it’s grooves.” Nana would preach. “See an uneducated lady’s key is the treasure in between her legs.” Nana would shake her index finger. “Never give anyone that treasure!”
Often Nana would tell Tanisha, “your Virtue comes from how you place your faith in the Lord. Put you’re trust in God and he’ll give you a goodness that’ll radiate through Your skin.” These lessons would come after Tanisha skipped a Sunday school. Or, after a call came from a teacher saying that Tanisha was caught passing a note to some boy in school. The end of the virtue lesson would conclude with Nana handing down a stiff punishment.
Nana’s other hand was as soft and light as a feather it was displayed through her boundless love. Love that filled their home in the form of encouragement. Love in the form of an abundance of unsuspecting hugs and kisses. And the love coming out of Nana’s kitchen. “A lady must be skilled in the art of the kitchen. A lady must be skilled in the order of the kitchen.” Nana would say. “And carrying the name Abreau you will be the best kitchen artist. I’ll have it no other way.”
Thus Nana’s home cultivated Tanisha into a beautiful woman. A rising star and Nana was proud of Tanisha. As long as she kept on her path, she would plant firm roots upon this Earth. Nana only had one daughter and that one daughter had one daughter. Nana Cherished Tanisha.
Nana often craved company. She wished that Tanisha would put a rush on the baby thing. But, Nana knew better. Tanisha was grown and spending more time away from home. Nana knew Tanisha more than Tanisha knew herself. When Tanisha was young and encountered difficult task, she would lock herself in her room, reading books, singing to herself in the mirror. When the task was conquered, Tanisha would emerge from her room beaming.
So Nana knew, that Tanisha came upon a hurdle, and was locking herself in her home trying to figure it out, reading books and singing R&B.
“You know that it is not healthy to keep a schedule like yours,” Nana said. Nana and Tanisha were sitting at the dining room table eating dinner, pepper steak and rice. The table was short and wooden. With just enough room for their plates and a cake dish that displayed a shimmering, vanilla icing spread spice cake.
“What are you talking about Nana,” Tanisha asked in-between bites.
“I’m talking about…” Nana chose her words. “excitement there’s no excitement in your life!” This was the silver haired wide-eyed wise old lady attempting to figure out who Tanisha was dating or if she was dating at all.
Tanisha rolled her eyes. “Like you would know what excitement is.” Tanisha recalled the days when Nana used to cease her excitement. “Anyway, my job is exciting enough.”
Nana shook her head. “Since you no longer know how to make your way home, I’ve been lonely and I need some company,” she said it.
“Well I’m here today. And today we’re keeping each other company.”
Since Rhonda pulled Tanisha out of the house the other night and took it to the Total Lounge, Tanisha found a new spark. It was like that brother blowing that instrument on the stage that night, ignited a flame in her life. A mysterious flame. Whatever it was, since the other night, Tanisha’s been searching for an opportunity. What opportunity, she didn’t know? But when it appeared, she’d be ready.
“When you’re not here and I’m home alone,” Nana said. “I need a baby to watch.”
Tanisha rolled her eyes. “I’m too young for a baby Nana, and you’re too young to be a great grandmother.” And that was the beginning and the end of that discussion. But not the end of Nana’s feelings.
Tanisha left Nana’s house and headed home feeling light and loved. Some of the emotions that’s been missing from her life. Since she could remember, all that she felt was heavy. And “Such and such” drained her love. He was out of her life and now Tanisha was lit, lilting and lithe, flowing into her destiny. Whatever that was it had to be special. She could feel it like the Rhythm And Blues that she was listening to.
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Like Teena Marie, she was white with a little chocolate inside. She had a soul. And she cold hold a note.
Fire and Desire.
R&B’s Rick James was: he was cold as ice when it came to Jay. She loved him this way. Love her and leave her. Love her rough– pull her hair. Fuck her fast. Smack her ass. Nothing sensual. No romance. No foreplay. Jay loved him this way.
R&B only contacted Jay, when he was feeling a way. When something was on his mind he beat her box up to get it off of his chest.
Jay, she loathed the small talk. Her and R&B’s encounters were so infrequent, as soon as she laid eyes on R&B, she couldn’t stand to wait for the “Dee”.
R&B was at the door and he was knocking hard. Jay dropped her robe to the floor, and swung open the door and stood before R&B naked.
R&B stepped in Jay’s apartment. Her Ivory was glistening wet. Her blonde hair was wrapped in a towel. Immediately she dropped to her knees to show gratitude. R&B was thrusting in and out of her mouth, he had an attitude. Something was on his chest and he couldn’t get it off.
Jay’s gag reflexes were missing. Her deep throat was deep. Staring into R&B’s eyes wondering who and what was on his mind. It was heavy. She could taste it. She would ease his load. It’s what she was here for.
Jay rubbed herself while R&B stroked her mouth. When he released himself, she would hit a note to the tune of his saxophone. Then he would fuck her rough. He was cold as ice.
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