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The Big Move!

Issa jumped at the boisterous alarm that rang at her eardrums and brain like a miniature earthquake. She turned it off and collapsed back on her pillow and closed her big, bright, mahogany eyes. Two hours had passed when she was abruptly awakened by a loud banging noise; she rose out of bed so quick, it looked as if she levitated, and stared at the clock with confusion. She gasped at the time as she threw on her robe and quickly ran down stairs. The banging grew louder the closer she got to the door.

"Hey lady! I don't got ALL day now if you want to reschedule...

Issa quickly opened the door to a man dressed in a tan, buttoned-down blouse tucked in crisped black pants. He also wore an annoyed expression on his face. She tried catching her breath and to ignore her throbbing baby toe she hit on her way down.

"I'm sooo sorry... she paused and made a hasty stare at his sewed on badge. "Mr. Smith.", She pronounced.

His eyes slowly trailed from his paper to Issa. Instantly, a mischievous and perverted smile grew on his face; he tossed his clipboard under his arm and adjusted his belt by yanking his pants higher onto his waist. He then licked his tiny, pink lips and ran his pudgy fingers through his thin, red hair.

"So...you must be Mrs. Freeman?", he asked between heavy breaths.

"Yes.", She replied through clenched teeth and a fake, weak smile. For some reason, she always attracted the pervs; Issa's beauty was not only a blessing but a curse. Most men or all, couldn't resist her dark, brown sugar skin tone and her perfectly drawn, curvy hips. Her big, mahogany eyes were captivating and seduced without her consent.

The Pudgy man stepped closer and leaned onto the railing of the door; his eyes pierced and fixed on her chest; Issa quickly covered up with her robe.

"How bad do you want this to happen today?", asked Pudgy, a little disappointed from the interruption of his show.

The brown and silky skinned woman closed her eyes tight and inhaled deeply; as much as she didn't want to, she played along. Time was of the essence, and she didn't have that much since she slept in. No matter what, they had to leave now or never. She exhaled slowly and quirked the right side of her mouth; this and this alone made him glow red. He watched as the left side of her robe slid from her shoulder half-way.

"Pretty bad Mr... she glided her finger across his name badge. "Smith.", She continued.

Smith cleared his throat. "Sam, you can call me Sam."

"Well...Sam, why don't you call your boys in to help me move these things to the truck.", She said sheepishly as her hand reached for his pen and traced it up and down his chest; her mouth in a pout position now. By that, something grew in his pants. She cringed. Sam quickly grabbed his pen and called out for his men. Issa was pleased with her progress; she watched the men all crowd in her home and began moving all the furniture. She quickly lifted her finger and her mouth opened, but before she could say a word Sam placed his fat, pale finger on her lips; Issa reacted swiftly and twisted his arm before she pinned him to the wall face first. She held tightly onto his wrist as it was pushed against his back. The lessons with her husband really paid off.

Sam laughed a squeaky and raspy laugh.

"I love you already. Pretty AND rough.", He confessed.

She let him go and backed away with folded arms and a scowl similar to Huey's but softer. The man rubbed at his now red wrist and cleaned up his uniform. He looked at Issa with eyes full of lust.

"Now whatever it is that you need my men to do specifically, you just let me know; seeing I'm the head of this operation."

She scoffed; it was funny to her how he made his job sound as important as an operational officer's. Her eyes bounced towards one of the men carrying out her couch; her mouth opened but closed instantly at the sound of Sam clearing his throat. She rolled her eyes at the proud man.

"I only need the things from my basement moved; I'm leaving all the furniture here.", Issa blurted out still annoyed at the man's control issues. His smile made the ends of his mouth curl.

"Drop everything you have boys!", He screamed; his face hardened. "The lovely lady needs all things from her cellar packed and that's it!", He then turned all his attention back her way; his face filled with pride. Issa threw her hand over her eyes and sighed.

"Who all dese niggas in the house?"

Issa turned to see her two boys standing behind her now; her youngest rubbing sleep from his eye. She noticed Riley's stare go to Sam's big bulge in his pants. His face wrinkled in disgust.

"Ewww nigga you gay!"

Issa quickly snatched both boys and lead them to the kitchen. Her face no longer soft anymore.

"Why didn't you two get me up?"

"We tried but you wouldn't", Huey replied.

"Yeah, you's snoring like a fat hoe.", Riley snickered.

The woman's face hardened. "Riley not today, I am too tired."

"I think you need to relax; you been up all night.", said Huey.

Huey was right and Issa knew it; she had been up for weeks with five hours max of sleep. She had been trying to figure out how to get all the trial dates set for her husband's case and to add the big move from the south side of Chicago all the way to Maryland. They were getting prepared to stay with Robert, Huey and Riley's grandfather, in Woodcrest. Since Huey and Riley's father was falsely convicted of a crime, it's been hard; the last conversation Issa had with him, he suggested they move in with his father, and of course being as stubborn as she was, she couldn't disagree anymore, but as the months went by, the harder it got, and after the support of his community house died, she then knew it it was time to go. Her heart ached at the thought of leaving everything and everyone she knew and loved behind, but she knew it was the best and wisest decision to make. To keep her family safe was her main priority.

She sighed. "Okay baby you're right; both of you go and get dressed; I'm going to take a quick shower.", with that said, she left the kitchen.

"Mannn I don't want to move to WHITECREST!", Riley whined. "What Young Reezy look like living there!"

Huey only looked at his younger brother with irritation and walked away.

"I expect YO gay ass to want to live there nigga!", he yelled still standing in the kitchen with folded arms.

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