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"The batshit kind of love that makes no sense at all… and at the same time… all the sense in the world… That is us… You and me; a "WE."
Steve Maraboli, Unapologetically You: Reflections on Life and the Human Experience

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Everybody knows that black people can't float. Some of us know how to doggy paddle and that is due to a fear of drowning. One thing for sure black people can't float. That is what my Uncle Charley always told us growing up, 'stay out the goddamn water'.

Any way, I love women. I love all kinds. I love them and would probably be a porn star if I knew how to break into that field but, right now I am grateful to work at Herschel's Mortuary. I am a grave digger. I handle placing the casket in the ground just so. You really haven't hit bottom until the casket drop. Rick Grimes over there coined that phrase. Ha. That's my man. We are friends now. He arrested me 3 or four times when he was an officer. Good dude right there for sho.

I have never been faithful to one woman even though I had my main woman and her name was Donna. She didn't have any titties and her ass was flat but she was good to me. I was living with Donna. Donna took good care of me. She made sure I had my books overflowing while I was in jail. She didn't care that I didn't have job. She knew or she understood that it was hard out there for a felon like me to make ends meet.

I really had a thing for women who either had big booties or titties and I was in heaven if they had both but Big booty Brenda was certainly my downfall.

Donna was athletic believe it or not. Out door type. She loved swimming. Going out on the river with her family. Kayaking was one of her favorite things to do.

Being who I am...a black man, I wasn't to fond of the water. I should have known to keep my black ass at home when she suggested that we go out fishing and it would give us a chance to talk about our relationship. My dumbass thought that was why she wanted to go out on the water. Wanted me out on the water. Then I got paranoid. Real paranoid.

It was nothing bigger than a canoe. She started off nice and sweet and when I noticed where the conversation was going. I knew instantly that I made the wrong move by taking my non swimming ass out on the pond with that crazy ass bitch. She flipped or I flipped the canoe over and we both were in that goddamn water. I had it in my mind that she was trying to drown my black ass.

Looking back on that moment I guess I was the one that was rocking it back and forth...from side to side. I was in a panic state. When we fell out, I clung to her.

I am a big fella as you can see and Donna wasn't more than a buck 130 soaking wet. Well, I didn't know that I could just stand up in the water. That it was just 5 feet deep. I didn't know. I just, well I drowned her. My fear overwhelmed me. My fear of not having control and having no way to breathe...I was a petty thief, car jacker, bad check writer, identity theft kind of shit. I never had someone die at my hands. Die because of me.

Hi, My name is Tyrese, I accidentally killed my girlfriend because I was afraid to stand on my own two feet.

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Rick followed behind a quiet Michonne. It was Michonne, he just didn't know what side of Michonne that was ready to reveal and possibly ruin the whole rest of the evening if he did not tread carefully.

"Is it true that black people can't float?"

"Don't repeat nothing that ignorant motherfucker just said. You didn't see me turn the volume down on him?"

Michonne and Rick would exaggerate with the twisting of their ear lobe, forward meant turning the volume down or not listening. Twisting their ear lobe in the opposite direction meant turning up the volume, or really listening. They spent a lot of meetings sitting across from each other communicating in that way.

"I had that black bastard on mute as soon as he kept going on and on about Big Booty Brenda and Big Tittie Tammy. Ughh...I hate men sometimes."

Rick picked up his stride to walk side by side with Michonne since it seemed that they were talking to one another. He unlocked her door for her to get in on the passenger side.

"What are you doing Rick?"

"Unlocking your door."

"This is the first time you are doing it this way."

"I thought..."

"You thinking now?"

Rick had the passenger door opened for Michonne to get in, "Just get in the damn truck." Rick slammed her passenger door.

Rick braced himself for the tongue lashing he knew he would have to endure by slamming her door or just for what ever she wanted to take issue with since it was the end of the meeting.

"Since you are thinking at what point were you going to get me out of the mental institution hell hole I found myself stuck in for two weeks Rick?"

"Michonne, how the hell was I to know that you would self admit. How was I to know that you would take the only transportation that I have access to and go to the mental hospital and tell them you want to kill your self? How was I to know that? Remember I dig fucking graves. I am not paid to be your twenty four hour companion even though I would happily be that for free if you weren't so fucking Crazy."

"I don't remember saying any of it. I don't remember driving there. I just found myself two days in, restrained to a bed." Michonne began to cry.

"Well, I got you out. Eugene and I got you out of there. We walked five fucking miles to get to you. Luckily Eugene looks like one of the quack doctors. He said some gibberish kind of shit and we were able to get you out. Let's focus on that. You are not there. You are here with me."

"I am not crazy Rick."

Rick cut his eye at Michonne with out a response to confirm or deny her craziness.

"I am not crazy Rick." Michonne repeated with more conviction in her tone.

"Okay. You are not crazy right now."

"You are crazy. I heard you talking to Lori. You were talking to her as if she was talking to you back. I watched you in your bedroom. Your door was cracked open."

"Making shit up about me does not make you less Crazy Michonne."

"She had on the lingerie that she would wear for you when she was with Shane."

"How the fuck you know that?"

"The position she was in was one she would never let you attempt because she said only animals did it that way."

"I have no idea how you would fucking know that." Rick tried to keep his eye on the road. He had to think clearly before locking eyes with her. She was watching him and it unnerved him.

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I pulled in to the parking lot of a motel. Last time I had sex with Michonne was over two weeks ago...almost three weeks. We had only done it three times. With her held up in the looney bin where technically she belonged if I didn't love her so fucking much, I needed release and she was the only woman I wanted. I needed Michonne to the point it was all I thought about. Morning, noon, and night. Blue balls was no fun.

"Rick, this is not the mortuary."

I ignored her as I got out and paid for us a room. I got the key and made haste looking for room 13. I didn't get any resistance from Michonne who got out the truck and followed me up the stairs to the second floor. I had taken off her dress once inside. Her bra and panties came next as she stood there allowing me to undress her.

She requested to shower first since the bathroom was just slightly bigger than a closet. I watched her walk in and close the door. I took her panties and gave it a good sniff. "God, I love you Michonne."

I removed the comforter that looked like it had seen better days and tossed it to the floor as I held on to Michonnes panties. I was shirtless at this point. I fell back on the mattress that began to move, shake. I realized it was one of those vibrating beds and I allowed it to do it's thing. Vibrate as my hand rubbed my achy hard on. I was a million miles a way in my mind when Michonne came out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around her body.

"What are you doing with my panties Rick?"

I was so horny I didn't even know to be embarrassed.

"Get in the shower and don't take so long. I am giving you three minutes." Michonne commanded as she snatched her panties from me.

When I came out of the shower I found Michonne on top of the bed on all fours. Ass in the air. That beautiful black mound called ass. I dropped the towel from my waist and went to work. I buried my face in there and I buried my dick. Home sweet home.

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I think that was what I needed. I needed one big orgasm. I think with the sexual energy pent up it was making me crazier than usual. Rick gave me multiples. He made me sane and it felt so damn good to come undone. We laid there hours later with the bed vibrating not realizing it was unplugged.