loabe faces sekou

sekou heard a noise that startled him .

it was a familiar sound , a noise that he had often heard before .

it was unmistakable .

he heard the sound , knew what it was , and immediately turned around .

the clicking sound of the hammer of a browning automatic pistol being drawn back , and readied to fire , was instantly recognized by sekou .

it all directly registered into the deeper pathways of his brain .

"where is she , old man ?" from grey shadows , loabe's calm voice quietly demanded .

"whutta you want ?" sekou , surprised , but not yet unnerved , replied .

"solita , where is she ?" loabe answered .

"hell if i know ", sekou returned , "who are you ? she never said anything about a husband . "

"i ain't no fukin' husband , old man . i want solita . where is she ?"

"why you askin' me ? i ain't seen , or heard from her in over three weeks . " sekou offered . "why the pistol , she in trouble ?"

"your name was in her address book--your number . you fuckin' her ? loabe couldn't stop himself from asking.

"every chance i get ." affirmed sekou .

"who are you -- a boy-friend ?" the word "boy" dripped with scorn as the older man said it .

"never mind who i am , old man . i need to know where she is . "

" look , i told you , i don't know " sekou warily repeated . "why not put the gun down and we can talk this out . she never mentioned any husband or boyfriends--if i had known... "

"you'da fucked her anyway , old bastard " , interrupted loabe , as his anger began to surface .

"yeah , i'da fucked her --who wouldn'tna ? you? she got you running around pullin' guns tryin'na find out who's doin' her ." responded sekou, his voice becoming testy .

"shut tha fuck up!" loabe sneered . "old man gets a mercy fuck from some young pussy and think he tha fuckin' shit."

"she came to me ", sekou retorted . "i didn't have to go chase after her --wit a pistol."

"shut up , old man . you a old man . stay in a old man's place ." loabe's anger and embarrassment over his jealousy , surged forward .

"you see i didn't need a gun in my hand to face you ", sekou coldly reminded .

"i was raised to respect my elders , old man . but you are gonna make me forget all that ."

"forget all that and do what ?"challenged sekou .

"look old man , all i want is solita . is she here ? " an angry loabe , increasingly feeling ashamed , tried to compose himself .

"she ain't here now " , replied sekou , his hand lightly brushing against the front of his gray sweat pants , "but she was here a few weeks ago ...said she liked being here ...a lot ...enjoyed it ", added old sekou , quietly taunting the younger man's obvious weakness .

"how do i know you ain't lying , old man ? " loabe's grip on the 9 millimeter pistol instinctively tightened .

"you can trust me , believe me , i got no reason to lie to you , " sekou said .

an emotionally drained loabe , not having slept in days , almost seemed ready to give up the exhaustive quest for his elusive prize . sekou calmly watched the younger man's gun hand slowly drifting downwards , gradually away from sekou and the battered-looking pontiac and towards the concrete driveway as bitter anger seemed to finally subside .

"look , i apologize , mr." , a remorseful loabe weakly remarked . "i believe you . and i need for you to understand that this is not how i normally operate . it's definitely not how i treat my elders . but i have to find her . it's extremely important --to a lot of people--so i'm going to have to ask you to let me take a look inside the house ."

"she ain't in there , i already told you . that crazy woman ain't been here in weeks , but if it takes a look-around to once-an- for-all convince some "doubting tom" that i'm for real --then go ahead --take a peek ." the older man confidently answered .

then firmly glaring into the younger man's eyes with an intensity unmistakable despite the half-light , he added , " but you take what i say to heart--once you do an finally see for yourself that i'm as for real as real can really get --you go along to where ever this business leads you --and let me go about my business with no interference ."


"unlock the door so i can look around ." again , requested a determined loabe .

the old man nodded , turned towards the darkened house and began walking as loabe closely followed .

as he stood in the doorway , looking straight ahead , while finding the key for the lock , sekou reminded over his shoulder , "when you look around and see she's not here , you 'll follow through with your promise ... go ahead and go along with this crazy business to wherever else it leads you , right ?

strangely saying nothing , a quiet loabe nodded .


the silence that followed was eventually broken by the metallic click of the key in the lock and the brief splashing lights and hum of a passing automobile as first sekou and then loabe carefully crossed the portal .

casino royale --brayan and solita

brain's hippocampi location indicated by crosshairs

"the brain's hippocampus and medial temporal lobes are where the brain transfers short term memory into long term memory and are located around where the ear is , but deeper inside the brain .

to me , it's as if african americans suffer a form of cultural retrograde amnesia --a forgetting of who they have been , and thus , who they are --all caused-- first by the horrendous trauma endured in the middle passage-- packed like corpses in coffins in the filth of holds of slave ships during the trans-atlantic voyage to the western hemisphere , and then , after that, by the consistent physical and psychological terrorism experienced during 250 years of slavery followed by another 100 years of american mob violence and lynching-backed, law of the land , terrorism as second class citizens under american segregation/Us apartheid ." --brayan loabe

Damage to the hippocampus usually results in profound difficulties in forming new memories (anterograde amnesia), and normally also affects access to memories prior to the damage (retrograde amnesia). Although the retrograde effect normally extends some years prior to the brain damage, in some cases older memories remain - this sparing of older memories leads to the idea that consolidation over time involves the transfer of memories out of the hippocampus to other parts of the brain. However, experimentation has difficulties in testing the sparing of older memories; and, in some cases of retrograde amnesia, the sparing appears to affect memories formed decades before the damage to the hippocampus occurred, so its role in maintaining these older memories remains controversial.

Damage to the hippocampus does not affect some aspects of memory, such as the ability to learn new skills (playing a musical instrument, for example), suggesting that such abilities depend on a different type of memory (procedural memory) and different brain regions. --wikipedia

"could i have another margarita please ? this time , just a tad stronger -- no ice--no salt --it'll take less time to make that way " , solita requested from the young woman handling the section of tables .

quickly revising her request , she added ," could you make that two margaritas--umm-- unless you need the additional glass --otherwise just bring me the second one as soon as you see that i've finished the first " , she suggested ,telling herself that she was only trying to be considerate of the plight of the young woman's feet , cursed to trod between tables for eight hours .

loabe stopped chewing long enough to see that his look of concern had caught solita's notice . she frowned and attempted to rationalize , "the drinks aren't that strong here , it's more like fruit juice than anything else . are you going to try the crab meat ?" she suggested once more , "it's quite tasty . "

"maybe next time", loabe answered dryly , watching as solita tilted her glass high , draining the last of it's liquid .

finally beginning to feel the alcohol's warmth after what was by now, her third drink , she returned the empty vessel lightly to its place --as if to distance herself from it --and politely folded her hands on the table .

smiling at loabe , she inhaled and sighed deeply-- almost contentedly --from her nose .

"look brayan , a nonprofit is really the way you want to go with this 'africa' thingy . build some schools , give a few college scholarships , build a few clinics-- inoculate some kids --you don't need to go overboard ."

loabe grunted without looking up from his food , more to acknowledge that she had been heard , than in agreement .

while she went on , he seemed more focused on pursuing the chunks of salmon steak , cherry tomatoes and balsamic vinegar garnished with parsley upon his plate than focused on solita's usual monologue .

"didn't you hear what they said on the news ? it was on cnn while you were getting dressed .

guinea's president declared martial law after protests against his government turned violent .

africa is a mess --niggahz over here are fools and savages --we're not the kings and queens you read about in those books anymore .

look , drop a few bucks their way --be charitable --but don't waste any more than you have to on 'our people' , honey .

'our people' is a joke --the whole world laughs at us --you've traveled enough to know this, just as i have . i have nothing left for 'our people' .

you have to look out for yourself --we have to look out for ourselves , darling -you and i .

'our people' don't want to be saved --they are happy buying their spoiled brat illiterate little kids hundred dollar sneakers , tims and leather coats they will outgrow in three months --and naming their kids after automobiles --'ch-ile , this my son .his name ,'volvo' . an this my daw'tah .her name , 'vulva' ".

she giggled at her best prep school ebonics imitation of 'blacks in the hood '.

loabe himself had to snicker at solita's ridiculous histrionics . she was beautiful , well educated and well spoken and all of these features greatly appealed to him . but what he found to be her most alluring quality was that it all was neatly couched within her sense of humor.

she could make him laugh as well as make him think and excepting for their monumental political differences --he actually did love her --but knew that without him , she was on the ultimately self destroying pathway of a complete fool .

looking around her , she wondered out loud , "now , where's that girl with my margaritas ? girrrrl ...just because i waitressed tables in college , don't think that i'm going to leave you a tip if you don't deserve it"

"you're going to leave a tip ? does that mean that you're going to pay for lunch today?" loabe joked through gobbling half a mouthful of food .

solita glibly tossed her chin into the air , above her plate of only partially eaten salad as a hint of smile curled along her lips , and she instantly replied , "why do i need to go out with a man who can't even pay for my meal ? why do i need to endure a loser like that ? --what good is he ? "

back in her indignant ebonic-woman mode , solita now working her neck , clowned on , "man , you bettah have you sum paper or sum plastic in yo pocket to pay for mmmye meal...an i ain't about washin' no dayummm dishes ... nikka , so you bettah pawn summa yo bling an pay dat bill . "

"that is so you --so predictably you-- that's the solita the world loves to hate " brayan laughed .

they briefly exchanged smiles like a couple gone past the awkward exploratory stages , who had grown more secure in their knowledge of each other .

solita was still picking half-heartedly at her salad , as she announced to loabe , "i don't know what's wrong , i guess i've lost my appetite " .

loabe , though still zealously working on his meal , offered , "we can go if you want , babe . i can get something later ."

"no that's ok , darling , go ahead and finish your food -i'll just watch you eat --god , you must have been starving , " she observed with a grin .

but her face noticeably brightened when the waitress returned with the margaritas . she thanked the girl and almost enthusiastically gulped from the first one .

her radar also picked up brayan's mood change indicated by his silence . "it's only house brand tequila and tastes watered , and the triple sec is more like kool-aid than liqueur " , she quickly defended .

"that's what you said last time you got wasted " , countered brayan trying a modified tact . " i really shouldn't say anything , i should be like most guys , just keep your glass filled , and ravish your drunk ass , like last night ."

shifting facilely to her southern belle accent , solita placed the back of her free hand to her forehead in mock , "woe is me" pose and in high-pitched scarlet o'hara voice joked " what an absolute curse to be so ravishing --that every man wants to ravvv-ish me . you wouldn't ravvv-ish poe-rah drunken me , would you , kind suh ? "

brayan , chuckling at her silliness remarked ,"you are a nut . a lovable nut --but a certifiable nut nonetheless ."

"hey , we women need a little alcohol just to put up with fucking you nasty , smelly men ", she quipped rapid fire .

"a little 'margarita' makes you men seem almost human " , she said and playfully stuck out her tongue , now hiding behind her spoiled brat facade .

"besides " , she added , squaring her shoulders , deepening her voice , with feigned machismo , "you know i could drink your ass under the table any day ."

still clowning , she threw down the rest of her drink , imitating a saloon cowboy gulping down a shot of whiskey .

rising from her chair , she winked playfully at loabe and instantly shifted to a proper londoner's upper crust accent , " but first , i must visit the laydee's room ." leaning towards him and smiling affectionately at brayan , and now in a more london cockney , lower classed tone , she whispered , " i neeed to taake a peee , luv " .



loabe shook his head , laughing softly at the crazy woman as she walked away . but the way her hips shook as her white stilettos stalked their way across the restaurant floor , demanded his eye follow and he felt a cold , burning sensation begin tingling inside his scrotum .

he picked up his glass and took a deep swallow of water .

watching the sway of her hips returned to his mind's eye , images of what he had done to those same wonderful hips the night before .

unfortunately for loabe , as she walked away , it was not thoughts of him that occupied solita's mind . in love with her self more than anyone else on earth , her ultimate loyalties were given to no man , or woman .

she honestly cared for loabe -felt some love for him even --she loved ALL of her men and a women or two along the way , but she loved each in her own jaded way . her highest , greatest love was ALWAYS reserved for 'solita' and only her.

instead of loabe , her mind drifted to her most recent conquest . her thoughts were carried back to where it began two previous fridays ago, at work , when she could not keep her thoughts on putting together the workshop that she was to be in charge of the next week .

within the loose confines of her dark pleated skirt , solita spread her legs widely then tightly squeezed them together beneath the desk at her cubicle.

the squeezing action immediately sent a strong surge of impatience up her spine and determinedly branching out throughout her nervous system ...her body knew what it wanted and needed and without words , was unconsciously bypassing her over-analytic critical thinking factor --sending messages concerning the growing needs from her body's hidden recesses up to the corresponding libidinous regions in her imaginative and ever-curious mind ...she wanted some more "d " and whenever she thought of "d" she knew that meant d sekou .

she needed him now more than she could even admit to herself. she knew that only diallo sekou could fully and completely soothe her ...only he could quench the fire steadily growing in her loins --whenever "d" crossed her mind --and she even paused a moment from her work and allowed herself to savor the very intimate and very sensual fantasies she was having --while wondering to herself what the first skilled flick of his warm , moist tongue tip , later that night , would do to her most sensitive places ?

she closed her eyes to revel in the warmth she felt flow up into her face , neck and arms as she sighed ...just as in her sweet fantasies , she sighed , as well as slightly trembled --with eyes closed as the moist , warm tip of sekou's tongue flicked out to tantalizingly reach her exactly where --and more importantly --EXACTLY HOW --she had imagined that it would --sending a cluster of warm , tingling waves --a warning of even greater , more enduring pleasures yet to come rolling totally throughout her sense of heightened awareness .

she could feel her moisture accordingly grow as the unpredictable sense of heat between her thighs stubbornly increased despite her attempts to ignore it , control it , or will it away .

as much as she saw herself as a self-determined woman she , on a deeply instinctual level knew that she could only eventually give in to her persistent thoughts of "d" ...she knew it was inevitable.

she no longer cared about resisting ...she wanted what she wanted --to fully surrender to her urgings-- for d sekou , knew exactly what she wanted and teased her deliciously by touching the area of her now exposed inner glistenings with the pointed edge of his agile tongue , deliberately making only the slightest of contacts with her growing sensitivity--she felt the cool air rush across her moist lips and her teeth as her mouth-- on its own , opened and inhaled sharply in response to sekou's first of many deceptively , teasing tongue flicks ...

..."oh you fucker" ... she impatiently exclaimed with her eyes already tightly closed and her head tilted back..."dammit , stop teasing me and lick it till i cum a few times. "

"like this ? " sekou factiously asked her , while providing her with a slow prolonged twirl with his tongue followed by the whisper of several light quick taps in succession that made her hips begin to involuntarily shake and her hips arch slightly to better receive what they now urgently desired...

"oh yeah baby , just like that . don't stop this time , you bastard " she replied all at once in a breathless whisper ...with in a few moments of this deft stimulation that she had often fantasized over and had awaited all day , she had arched her neck , chest and back as if offering her breasts and aroused nipples up for the ceiling's inspection...her breathing shifted to her lower abdomen and her navel --like a smelting forge bellows' labored in a rise and fall motion in synchronicity with growing surges of sensual pleasure that solita began giving herself over to...

from somewhere deep within her throat she quietly moaned as the silence grew in quality and the intensity of the moment ...each moment... determinedly grew...


her breathing became louder and deeper as sekou's tongue tip tickled , teased and tortured ...tiny almost indiscernible beads of perspiration formed at solita's forehead...near her hairline as the temperature of her soft skin grew more hot ...her hair warmer ...more moist...

the distance between solita's legs, without conscious effort on her part automatically widened and her fingers and toes spread wider apart as if her thighs could somehow greedily await to receive much more pleasure by simply opening wider to it...

as her sense of urgency deliciously increased , solita felt her fingers clutching uncontrollably at the cool sheets and the bed clothing that she was now beginning to slowly writhe upon , as the waves of pleasures she was experiencing began to really build towards the level that she knew from memory would undoubtedly lead to an avalanche of satisfying resolution ...without her conscious instruction solita's hips began to move , and then rock and then make small undulations as her head and neck began slowly twisting from one side and then to the other as neither side offered her safe refuge from the now commanding waves of intensity steadily flowing through her tender moist flesh ...

when finally she recognized the beginnings of that first familiar cold chill that preceded intense orgasms climbing her spine --soft flesh dripping wet ---she was more than ready for the first release that evening --as the pleasure began building to what her flesh knew to be most rapturous waves of crescendo --her mouth opened wide as her neck muscles thrashed her head on the pillow from side to side as her hips now bucked up and down as if a wild feral mustang trying to throw off the waves of intense pleasure involuntarily faster and faster riding her...

now her flesh so wet her throat was dry ---mouthed an urgent plea for mercy that went unheard by the angels of pleasure --as they seized firm hold of her and sent her body on a convulsive, undulating bucking ride as the dams of sanity and reason could no longer hold back what had in a moment become the irresistible , as celestial rivers of pleasure totally flowed throughout her every sense of awareness like a mad , raging torrent of pleasure all the way down to totally flood her mind's deepest recesses...by now he could recognize that her body and mind had fully shifted gears into automatic pilot...solita had completely shifted into pleasure mode-- now on the most direct path possible irretrievably hurtling her towards a head on collision with the unavoidably quiveringly intense cataclysmic waves of ecstasy she and sekou often privately referred to as "klitty-clysms"

...hmm..."looks like another 'klitty-clysm' on the way he whispered ..."yup" he accurately concluded after a pause as if listening to someone on a special phone calling in observations enabling one to gauge a very welcomed guest's anticipated time of arrival .

"feels like you got another "klitty-clysm " on the way, for me , baby...feels ...like that ...to you?" he predictively asked solita between craftily delivering an almost magical series of several more groups of light rhythmic tappings of his tongue's point upon her

...a sensually teasing punctuation that now made her belly and hips again involuntarily twist as if trying to wring something unseen out from within her --wring it out from her like in a bygone era when stream water was wrung out from clothing ...like stream water wrung from a twisting wet garment held above one of that flowing stream's rocks --rubbed long by moisture --made shiny and smooth --her body seemed to determinedly wring out from her , every drop of whatever it was that seemed now to be deliciously tormenting her hips, belly and nipples so...tormenting her sensitive neck as it rolled endlessly from side to side as her wonderful torment continued its now raging flood throughout her , she unconsciously ran the warm palms of her hands and slender fingertips up the front of the skin of her soft belly and chest ...she unashamedly began crushing and twisting her nipples...kneading like freshly made dough , her own breastflesh , as if futilely trying to either desperately lessen , or generously share the exquisite intensity she was experiencing by spreading the pleasure over her body---pleasure she sensed would more than likely result in too great a release for her to attempt-- out of pride's sake-- to muffle her reaction to , but by now she no longer cared about hiding her obvious responding to the growing pleasure .

she no longer cared about her attempts to hide what she was feeling about how exquisitely wonderful it was that he always made her feel, and how openly vulnerable yet secure she felt around him as a result of so consistently opening her self up completely to allow him so deeply inside...

in steadily opening herself up to him at progressively deeper and deeper levels , she at the same times felt even more vulnerable to him because she could no longer hide how deeply he reached in to her and effectively moved her from inside...but yet at the same time she equally felt safe in his presence as if she somehow knew in her inner-most heart that he was her life's harbor from storm ...she knew from personal experience that it seemed like that's how it always was with sekou... he had natural charm and a way of being so genuinely endearing... in ways that naturally slipped past defenses and so very deeply into a woman's imagination--- slipped past roadblocks-- past the barricades --beyond the barriers to complete intimacy with her and reaching all the way into her imagination's inner-most thoughts and fantasies-- taking up residency there...and always being in and totally circulating throughout , the inner-most regions of--- the finest threads of her emotional fabric ...

her pride and elusiveness that she could no longer maintain when alone like this with him , evaporated as well as any thing else --other than what it was that is , what is now , an irresistible and splendid undertow --ruthlessly seizing control of her --magnificently-- sucking her --under ---carrying her adrift till she herself no longer knew exactly where she was going and which way to shore... but surely knew that she was now in over her head --too deep to return --too far to swim back --and also knew that the lips of her soul found themselves gently pried open --to speak --to cry out--to roar --to whine and whimper--to sing --to sigh-- as if to give voice to every bit of all of the anguish she had in the course of her life for what ever reason--ever felt before --real or imagined. all of it...all of her pain--frustration --disappointment and humiliation could now once again be momentarily banished by the mere song of the voice of her soul ---uttering through its lips ---impatiently awaited news of her impending emancipation...

"baby , you gonna start calling... me abe lincoln "...he smiled to himself while still carefully teasing her through the pauses and gauging her body's signs of growing urgency ..."i'm about to set you free, baby ---you quite welcome "...he quipped, in anticipation of her deepest gratitude... "OOOOOOHHHHHHH YESSSSSSSSSSSSSS !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! " , she heard the lips of her soul exclaim , "OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOooohhhhhhhh .....ddddddddddd... ssssssshh guuuuuhhhhhhd !!!! "


she felt herself drifting ,almost choking as if being gradually swept over the steep waterfall , tumbling downwards headlong in a jumbled matted tangle of her own twisted limbs and wet hair weave as the tingling sensation circulating inside her belly dramatically became even more alive, more intense and finally, too fierce to contain, and then suddenly changed its directions , sweeping down even deeper to reach solita at what was the source of her emotional core .

the unexpected swiftness at which the familiar convulsiveness totally reached her , was for her , what also helped trigger her releases so powerfully ...she shook and grimaced , panted and moaned and then no sound could escape at all from her fully opened lips --face contorting from the intensity of pleasure...her 'well' now effectively primed to deliver --set about to its work of providing her one teeth- clenching, delightfully agonizing , shockwave of an experience , after another , until the spaces between her actual quakes and the quaking's aftershocks diminished , possibly melting together by her furnace-like heat into a succession of violent shaking and ,rolling tremors that as soon as they appeared to recede , would then only swiftly return with tsunami-wave vengeance that wrenched throughout her body leaving her flesh burning as if on fire , yet at the same time , weak , powerless drenched and trembling .

solita though barely consciously aware any longer , loved what she was feeling --how could she not? --she was only human and knew naturally what sekou had only realized from experience --a woman's body if coaxed by her lover sufficiently and correctly, can with practice , deliver to her stunning --almost frightening-- amounts of pleasure and do so for increasingly extended intervals of time ...

every straining muscle of her whole body found itself surrendered to the deep , rhythmic wrenchings and unclenchings that had seized control of her ...forcing her will to leave her abandoned to the mercy of such a determined, and wondrous agony .


sekou knew that when a woman makes love and has a series of powerful orgasms , if her lover is atop of her at the time , the energy she releases will naturally go into his body--if his body weight is not on top of her to signal her body that energy she has released during her orgasms must have been received by his body --her body , knowing that receiving her orgasmic energy is important to his emotional well being as well as being important to her sense of fulfillment of her biological-emotional purpose--her body can be induced to continue to orgasm almost perpetually as her body engine will continue to express one of its important secondary sexual purposes--achieving the satisfaction the female takes in providing satisfaction to the male --an emotional satisfaction women get from knowing at an instinctive level that her man receives an emotionally-charged healing energy from a woman's energy that is released each time she achieves orgasms...

by now , within this time spent with sekou , solita had released more than enough of her special female energy to heal diallo 10 times over ...

but still she felt she owed him no allegience --he , like brayan , was just another man to use and manipulate for whatever reasonings suited her purpose.

and this emotional flaw in her , unless repaired would forever deny poor solita her chance for the greatest of emotional fulfilments-- her chance for emotional happiness .

by the time loabe had finished his salmon , and had stared at his empty plate for more than a few minutes , he wondered what was taking solita so long .

he peeked at his watch five minutes later before finally paying the bill and deciding to check and see if she was alright .

outside the ladies' restroom , he self consciously paced away almost another five minutes , but still no solita .

finally he stopped one of the waitresses , awkwardly apologized , and describing solita , requested the waitress check to see if she was alright .

when the woman emerged a few moments later and informed him that the restroom was empty , immediately , reality clicked in brayan 's mind and without thanking the waitress , he bolted from the restaurant , rushed to the stairs , and ran down to the hotel front desk to check his and solita's safe deposit box for the winning lottery ticket .

soon , he realized that the ticket , hidden inside the envelope , that was hidden inside another envelop , was as gone from the hotel safe deposit box as solita was gone from the hotel .

slashing his hand through the air like a dagger in frustration , "that little fuckin' witch !" were the only words that he could manage to say .

casino royale-part 3

brayan quickly vaulted up the steps and into the small mom and pop grocery and restaurant . 
the red neon  "lottery tickets" sign glowed brightly  in the large  window . 

he had carefully scoured the location and checked several times behind him , by making false paths along the way , to see if he were being followed . 

because their excursion to the casino had left her in a light and  surprisingly amiable mood  kullanah probably would have laughed had she seen this and would have found his paranoia of being followed amusing .

 in her normally  more dour disposition she would have found him less tolerable and much more annoying . 
but they had made love that previous evening again and again  , each devoting to the other every ounce of strength between them .

. they had copulated with greater enthusiasm and fervor than
 either had ever before drawn from  the other ,  until they reached what was for them a personal milestone and  they had finally managed to achieve  kulanah's ejaculation . 

kulanah usually in control , in the course of what was likely
her fourth or fifth series of orgasms ,  suddenly found
 her  hips bucking  and thrusting rhythmically and her pelvis beginning faster and faster  to rock back and forth until she she was moving
wildly . 

she tightened her vaginal muscles in order to regain control of its
spasmodic contractions
 but it was no use .

she felt a wonderfully deep chill rolling up her spine ,  followed almost immediately by a searing  , burning wave of fire erupting  from the base of
the spine between
her  buttocks and burning  its way through her gentials and belly , and upwards 
leaving her nipples tingling , each almost  too sensitive to touch . 

her mouth fell open as her lungs attempted a gasp that she was unable to complete .  
her fingers dug into brayan's flesh   as if desperate to save themselves from 
being swept away by the force of what was flooding through the rest of  her .


she would not cry out . never with him .

her pride would not give him the satisfaction of knowing just how deeply the orgasms rolling through were moving her .
...upsetting her calm .... destroying her composure ...   pulling her from her mark... dragging her from her center ... detaching her forcibly from her place of safety. 

eyes closed,  her mouth formed a small circle,
lips clenching as her walls were also
clenching , trying to maintain a semblance of equilibrium ,
not allowing herself to be swept away completely .

she tried to hold on , but this time she could not .

the fire raged through her ,  devastating her composure . its sheer force and the magnitude of its power leaving her will and pride no longer  able to obstruct its burning , explosive impact .

as the walls of her lower abdomen began their instinctive upheavals , like pairs of strong hands , seizing and twisting her insides from within , mercilessily wringing every muscle and organ , contorting her inner flesh until her head and neck flailed wildly as though they had lost all reason ,
 thrashing themselves 
from side to side as if futilely saying "no" to what was now overwhelming her .

from the depths of her agony she heard her own voice bursting forth ,  resembling the shrieks and bellows  of  a  trapped and mortally wounded animal --the beleagured lioness , exhausted,  no longer able to hold the hounds at bay . she tried once more to regain herself  --to stop herself --but could not. 

she heard herself howl again and again  , as she could feel loabe recoil at first in surprise and then  as he thrusted even harder--more forcibly  , she could sense that he had sensed just how open and insanely vulnerable she was , totally helpless in the control of the intense sensations that had seized her and were  pleasurably crushing  her insides .  

another cluster of vice-like , flesh-wrenching waves of contractions and the red-hot burning sensations they accompanied  ,driving up  from the farthest depths , forcing their way to her surface ,  even more intense that their predecessors --almost lifting her from the twisted sheets as she bellowed even louder , more desperately ,  more pleadingly 
for a nonexistent mercy as the sweetly cruel gardians of her pleasure
 amused themselves at kulanah's expense . 

"ohhhhhh gahhh yeeeeeeehsss" she heard herself  unintelligibly roar as her entire body convulsed and shook with sufficient force to lift and unbalance loabe who was atop her .

 the force of her orgasms bent her body like an umbrella opened too far . 
she arched upwards from the bed so high that the power of her thighs   unseated loabe from the saddle of her pelvis . 

the entire length of his now "unholstered" weapon totally  glistening with her moisture , he caught his balance on his arms just in time to see a thin stream of clear liquid pulse upwards from between the  lips of her pussy ,  in a rainbow trajectory,  arc outwards and land with a muffled splatter on the carpet floor near the bed . 

kulanah  , panting with her back still arched ,  again screamed as if wild beasts  had had ripped out her liver and another longer , 
wider arcing stream of her liquid , shot out from between her convulsing legs followed immediately by yet another  and the slight   fragrance of pineapple as her trembling fingers  
 grabbed at her pussy in a useless attempt to persuade it to stop . 

another scream , more blood-curdling than before escaped her throat along with a fourth pineapple stream . her whole body trembled and shook as she managed to finally unbend herself and collapsed on the bed .

  shrill female whimpers and  staccato  moans punctuated the air as kulanah lay wet , feverish and shivering on the bed . 

brayan thanked the woman at the counter as she handed him his tickets smiled and offered him a pleasant , "good luck"  .

the lucky numbers from the hotel's complimentary fortune cookies were now recorded in the machine as his choices for the lottery .

from the previous evening ,  the jackpot had grown to an astonishing $106 million .

as he walked back to the hotel ,  he wondered if kulanah would still be sleeping when he returned and how much of an active role could she play in helping him manage the africa fund when they won . 

as he passed an alley way with the winning tickets secreted in his wallet  , jealous eyes from behind the green dumpster quietly tracked his path . 

when loabe reached the hotel room  , he softly knocked but  had to use his key to enter .

he closed the doors and then  checked to be sure they were locked .  quickly scanning the room , he noticed nothing unusual or out of place. 

 from the suite's master bath he could hear the shower running . kulanah's dress and thong panties were neatly folded over the back of a chair . the sight of her empty clothing  , the thought of her naked body and the faint fragrance of perfume stirred his desire , made  him  feel a growing desperation to have her again . 

removing his shoes and then his shirt , he planned his  ambush . 

stretching out on the spacious bed , he removed his trousers  ,  socks and boxers  , throwing them all onto the floor , he got under the covers . 

the presence of his arousal again making a large "tent" in the blankets . while speculating on from which position  he would slide into her first , the sound of the water in the shower had a soothing effect upon his awareness . 
he found himself feeling more and more relaxed . 
as he wondered if she would prefer doggy style first 
and then the face to face pelvic sit  , or perhaps some high missionary to stimulate her g spot and then some extended spooning , he found himself dozing off.  

in his dream he made love to kulanah so masterfully that she broke  down in tears and professed her love for him .

loabe awoke to the sound of the suite's bathroom door opening .
rubbing his eyes he realized that he must have been more tired than he had though.

with one towel turbaned around her wet hair  and another wrapped around her  middle the beautiful woman padded barefoot across the carpet. 

"oh , you awake , babe ? " solita's melodic voice shook loabe. 

he blinked his eyes in disbelief as the sun's  morning light stretched through the window and across the floor .

looking around him his clothing was neatly folded and resting on the nearby chair.

"you wanna go out for breakfast , or would you rather order room service and have breakfast in bed  ? "she asked in such a way that when she said the word "bed"  ,she let him know what her preference was . 

"but ? what ?" he was too startled to effectively articulate his thoughts .

"what baby ?" she asked 
 "you looking all confused" ,  she laughed , 
maybe i should have taken it a little easy on you last night ?"

"too much of this good stuff done knocked your socks off ?" she giggled ,  lightly smacking her hip with her hand . 

"but ...kul...i mean the lottery ?" he sputtered "THE TICKETS ...WHAT ABOUT THE LOTTERY?" he managed to blurt out , about to reach for the wallet in  his trousers.

"shh...not so loud ...baby , gotta keep our winnings on tha down low ... it's ok , leave it to solita" , she whispered trying to reassure .

" it's all taken care of . i sealed the ticket in an envelop , sealed the envelop in another envelop
and rented a safe deposit box for it  downstairs. "

half expecting kulanah to emerge from the bathroom and throw solita out , brayan sat dumbfounded as she continued .

"all we need to do now is consult a good tax attorney for advice before we cash in our winnings . it's the best thing to do ."

"baby we are rich ! of course we'll have to pick out a nice ring for me before we fly out to vegas to get married . it was always my dream to be wealthy and powerful.  what better way than to be the wife of a wealthy powerful man ?"

"now you are going to make all my dreams come true --you are going to make me so happy --thank you baby "    solita squealed as she threw off her towels and leaped her warm , naked body onto the bed and beneath the covers snuggling up to a befuddled loabe .

"what the hell is going on ? " loabe wondered as he and solita lay bathed in early morning sunlight