THE PLANT
A Working Man's StoryBy Frederick L. PearsonAuthorHouse
Copyright © 2011 Frederick L. Pearson
All right reserved.ISBN: 978-1-4567-2608-9Chapter One
THE HIGH LIFE
It was a beautiful and sunny eighty-six degree day, late May and Jonathan was at home alone. Jonathan, now nineteen had graduated last year from Jackson High School where his younger sister Trice was a sophomore. His mother, Brenda a nurse was at Blackstone Memorial pulling a double. Jonathan loved his mornings when the two most important women in his life were away at work and school. He could use this time to lie in bed, smoke some weed, and play his stereo as loud as it could go. Tupac pounded from the stereo speakers as Jonathan lifted himself up to dump the ashes from the blunt and pick up his cell phone. Jonathan, a baby faced, brown-skinned young man with a hint of a mustache that almost looked as if you could wipe it off. He was six feet, four inches tall, one hundred and ninety-five pounds and well built. He wore a bald fade and most girls thought he was very sexy. He was definitely eye candy and he knew it. He scrolled through the phone book looking at the many names of girls he had slept with or would in due time. He took a big suck off his blunt, held it for a minute and then exhaled. He watched the smoke disappear into the air before he got up and put it out in the ashtray on his dresser. He began to look in the closet to see what he would wear. His closet was filled with name brand clothes of all kind and at least 25 pairs of shoes line the floor of the closet that leads into his room all the way back to the foot of the bed. His mom would notice his clothes and shoes when she went into his room to get his laundry or to talk to him. She didn't worry too much though because she knew her son was a good kid. She gave him money all the time to buy nice things, plus he was a good gambler. Dice, cards, horseshoes, the John Madden videogame, any form of gambling, you named it and he wanted in. He was fearless; he got that from his father, Otis. Otis was an old-school hustler who had taught Jonathan how to shoot dice and play cards at the age of seven. He wasn't the best father in the world, but definitely not the worst. He had a good relationship with his kids; it just didn't work out with Brenda. He loved pussy too much; Jonathan had picked that quality up from his dad too. After figuring out what he wanted to wear, he pulled his clothes out, laid them across the bed and headed to the shower. Jonathan took a shower and by this time, he had to change the CD, the stereo had stopped playing. He grabbed a mix tape from his case, put it in and sparked the blunt he had left in the ashtray. Then he took the money out of his dresser, he had won the night before gambling. It was $423.00 when he was done counting. He reached under his bed where he kept a box he called his bank account, in it is where he kept all the money he had saved. He added two hundred of the four hundred and twenty-three dollars in winnings which brought the box to a grand total of $1,295.00. The rest would be used to make more money, eat or take a girl out. After getting dressed, Jonathan headed downstairs to the kitchen; the early morning blunt had made him hungry. Before he made it halfway downstairs, his phone rang. He ran back up to get it and answered, "What's good?" The voice exploded through the phone trying to sound sexy but actually sounded more excited to hear him answer. He instantly noticed the voice, it was Keisha. "Are you hungry, what did you want to eat?" Keisha was a street smart ghetto girl from the hood. She was very pretty and had short hair that she always managed to keep done. She was slim, but had a big ass to have such a small frame that every guy that passes her noticed. She only had a handful of breast but her flat stomach made them appear larger. She was smart-mouthed, pretty tough and quick to fight another girl who had the nerve to say something to her. She also thought as she would say that she was the baddest bitch out here. In her eyes every man wanted to taste her cookie. That's what Jonathan liked, her swag, toughness, and her ass and pretty face didn't hurt either. "Damn Keisha," Jonathan replied, "How you know I was hungry?" How you know I don't have a big booty bitch in the kitchen cooking me steak and eggs? Keisha knew he wanted to get her upset and it did, but she tried not to show it made her mad. "Look, I was going to get your big head butt something to eat but I guess you full so I will call you.... Shut up" He cut her off knowing she wanted him to reassure her he was alone. "Where you going chicken head?" "What you want buster", she said happy to know he was playing about some other girl. Go get me some bacon, eggs, hash browns and pancakes from IHOP and hurry up!" "You better have my money when I get there" she said knowing she didn't really want it back. "Yeah whatever" Jonathan said as he hung up the phone. He then went to his drawer, looked up under his socks and grabbed a sack of weed and a blunt. He rolled up a blunt and checked for condoms because he knew what Keisha would be on after they ate. Once everything was taken care of, he turned the TV on, watched ESPN and waited. As Keisha pulled up in the driveway, you could hear the radio coming from the open window. The sound of Trina rapping had Keisha bouncing all over the car. The words of the song had Keisha's confidence peaking. She knew she was looking good today. Her booty shorts sat just below the bottom of her cheeks and her belly top sat high enough to show off her flat stomach. She jumped out the year old Grand Prix and grabbed the food. She smiled as she walked to the porch where Jonathan was already in the door. Just as she began to speak, a black Cadillac truck on twenty-two's pulled up and the driver yelled out, "Keisha, What up? You looking good, Come here." Keisha replied, trying not to disrespect Jonathan but she couldn't hold back the big smile on her face. "What up Troy? Aint nothing popping, you know Jonathan my man." Jonathan now given a sudden vote of confidence grabbed Keisha by the arm and pulled her close. Before she knew what she was doing her arms were wrapped around his waist and her head lay on his shoulder. Jonathan spoke with a swagger that Troy couldn't help but notice. "What's good Troy, you know Keisha on lock my dog". "Yeah, I know Jay", Troy said sarcastically, "Don't lose the key" and he drove off. Troy was a twenty-five year old hustler who was about 5'10 and weighed 220 pounds. Fat Boy Troy, what most people who knew him called him had been selling drugs since he was sixteen. He had been to jail a few times but not one of his visits was for more than three months. He was the total opposite of Jonathan. He wasn't very tall, was pretty overweight and though he was not an ugly man, his looks didn't jump out at you. Jonathan and Troy didn't have any beef, actually they were pretty cool. They gambled with each other all the time. He just wanted Keisha and Jonathan didn't mind. He knew the game and who would want a girl that nobody else wanted anyway. Jay and Keisha went in the house, sat down and ate, neither saying a word until the food was done. Jonathan not knowing how to romance a girl asked, "Do you got on a thong? If you do let me see it." Keisha expecting him to be a little more creative just said forget it and pulled down her pants. Jonathan saw the white thong with yellow flowers and immediately got an erection. He threw her on the bed, kissed her neck and took the thong off, 30 minutes later the act was finished. Jonathan more satisfied...
