Don't Tempt Me

By Tenacity

The deacon shouted, Deliverance comes with a price. You should not be tempting your spirit; you cannot continue to be a part of the world when God has delivered you from it. If you keep hanging around Emerald and Destiny, youll be back shooting up again.

Three friends bonded by their Christian upbringing are force to choose between religion and the realities of life. Torn between good and evil; together they realize that there is a fine line between loyalty and intimate betrayal, love and hate and honor and deceit.
Experience the laughter and the tears of these friends as they struggle to take refuge in their religion or to take vengeance into their own hands. Will they fall into temptation or be delivered from evil?

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse
• Release date: Feb 21, 2014
• ISBN: 9781491860472

Tenacity

I am not running for President therefore I will not write or say it politically correct. Nor am I a Girl Scout leader so I will not be gentle with my words, have pity on your ears or speak in a kind tone. I will not apologize for my verbal or written expressions. If you want something to tickle your ears-Tenacity writing is not for you. I have created stories that entertain and provoke thought to Christians, sinners and those who freely live outside the lines of confinement. I am an attendee of a masquerade ball. I am not shocked by the stronghold of religious doctrines. My stories will have you question the lions of Christian control. I am not here to make you feel comfortable by pulling a woolly sheet over your eyes. I write about the realities of the world therefore I will not change my views or opinion or put on a blinded eye in order to appear holy through your rose colored glasses. Fasten your seat belts and welcome to Tenacity’s World.

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Don’t Tempt Me

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Contents

The Party

Mr. Toenail

They That Wait

MIA

Self-Portrait Officer Emerald McNair

Self-Portrait Officer Destiny Blunt

Self-Portrait Officer Coco Johnson-Jacobs

Transitions

No Turning Back

Toxic

At Rest

Soul Mates

Paranoia

Snitch

Skeletons

Forgiveness

Black Male

No More Drama

Headed for Self-Destruction

Sweet Revenge

Unsolved Murder

The Fallout

No Call, No Show, No Hope

Coco’s Compassion

Old Habits Die Hard

To My brother

I was home from college for the weekend. At the age of four my baby brother ran upstairs where I was in the kitchen washing dishes. He looked up at me with his big brown eyes in shock and amazement and said, You can wash dishes too? I snickered and replied, Yes. He said, Wow, you can do anything! I often find that my baby brother’s words encourages me throughout my life. His small loving voice echoes Philippians 4:13. I can do all things through Christ which strengthens me. Thank you brother for always believing in me.

To My Sister, My Girls, My Ride or Die Crew

Through the tears you have been there.

Through the surgeries, pain and despair you have been there.

We have laughed, cried and traveled together.

I never have had to second guess your loyalty, love and support.

You love me for who I am, you never judge me or made me feel less than.

When my dream became your dream you never left my side.

You pushed and encouraged me to produce and get results. Its one thing to believe in me but it goes to a whole different level when you put your finances behind me. I truly love and appreciate you.

Raise your Glasses High I Toast to you.

The Party

How low can you go?

How low can you go?

She can go lower than I ever really thought she could.

Face down, ass up,

The top of yo’ booty jigglin’ out yo’ jeans.

Baby, pull yo’ pants up.

I like it when I see you do it,

Better than I ever seen it done before.

A lot of women drop it to the ground,

But how low can you go?

The sound of the music was knocking. The girls had not been out in ages. They all worked hard as corrections officers, and trying to work as much overtime as they could consumed their time. All three ladies had their own reasons for working so hard. Coco and Emerald had to provide for their families, and Destiny was working to pay off a few student loans so that she could go to law school within the next couple years.

Officer Lopes pulled Destiny onto the dance floor. Boy, is this motherfucker fine, she thought. He had a muscular build kind of like Jaheim’s, and he had a smooth, deep caramel complexion. He was of a mixed ethnic background; his mother was African American, and his father was Puerto Rican. He had the perfect set of white teeth and an amazing, tight ass. If he had not been Destiny’s coworker, she would have sexed him up. Destiny was smart enough not to shit where she worked. She had seen too much shit while working at the jail. While getting her grove on, out of the corner of her eye, she saw that Emerald was on her fourth drink and was toasted. In between freaking on the dance floor, Destiny kept her eyes on Emerald. Destiny and Emerald had made a pact. Emerald was drinking tonight, and Destiny was going to dance the night away. Destiny could not drink tonight, because she was the designated driver.

Emerald sipped on her Tom Collins as she watched Officer Lopes and Destiny jamming on the dance floor. Now put your back into it; now put your back into it. Emerald mouthed the words to the song. Damn, their moves are smooth, she thought. If I did not know any better, I would have sworn that they were fucking. Destiny had her hand on her knees with her ass stuck out, grinding against officer Lopes. They seemed too close for comfort, but she knew Destiny was too conservative for that player. Based on the rumors at the jail, Lopes was hitting everything that gave him the time of day. Destiny was way too intelligent to go out like that; Destiny was mad talk but pretty smart about her selection of men.

Emerald stumbled out of the booth to find Coco. Where did that heifer go? Coco was outside. She was about a block from the club, talking on her cell phone. Emerald stood outside smoking a cigarette, wondering what was going on with her girl. Coco then opened the trunk of her car and pulled out a bag. This crazy girl started undressing outside and putting on her work uniform. Coco took off her brown boots and then her brown slacks, leaving her standing in a parking lot with zebra panties on. She quickly put her uniform pants on. Emerald stood in front of her as she took off her cream cashmere sweater and put on her uniform shirt. Emerald said, What’s up, girl? What the hell are you doing? The party just got started.

I gotta go. Maurice is on his way to the job. I told him that I was working overtime tonight. Before Emerald could say anything else, Coco was dressed in her uniform and speeding out of the parking lot.

When Coco turned into the county jail parking lot, the first thing she noticed was the license plate on the shiny black Chrysler that said DEACON. Coco hit her steering wheel. Coco had half a mind to keep driving. Maurice walked up to her beat-up Toyota and tapped on the window. Coco hesitated but rolled the window down. Before she knew it, Maurice grabbed her by the neck and started choking the life out of her. When he noticed a couple officers coming out of the building, he took his hands off of her and told her to park. Coco quickly obeyed his command and pulled into an empty parking space. He smiled at her and then climbed into the passenger side of the car. Maurice punched Coco so hard in the face that blood started pouring out of her nose. Maurice said calmly, If you get blood on my suit, I will kill you. I am on my way back to church. While crying hysterically, Coco took off her uniform shirt and put it against her nose so that the blood would not accidentally get on Maurice. You are the devil’s little whore. I will deal with you at home, scolded Maurice. He walked away clutching his heart. Coco rushed home with blood oozing out of her nose. She should not have lied to her husband. This was all her fault, she thought. She felt accountable for the pain that he’d put her through tonight. Maybe if she had a good dinner with his favorite foods hot and ready when he got out of church, he would be in a better mood.

Mr. Toenail

An hour later, Destiny finally came off the dance floor. Emerald was smoking a cigarette and still drinking. Destiny asked Emerald where Coco was. When Emerald told Destiny that Coco had to leave, Destiny shot Emerald a look of disgust. I know that is your girl and you’re her son’s godmother, but she is a weak-ass sister for letting that holy-rolling so-called deacon husband of hers whip her ass. I can’t stand her, Destiny yelled.

And she can’t stand your stuck-up ass either, so that makes y’all even, retorted Emerald.

I’ll be that—call me stuck up or whatever you want. I’m still not the one that’s getting my ass whooped, snapped Destiny.

Just shut up and take me home. I have drunk way too much, responded Emerald.

You are right about that, replied Destiny.

They both laughed and headed for the door.

What’s up with you and Officer Lopes sexing on the dance floor? The way you were working it out there, it looked like you were trying to put that thang on him. You know, time is way overdue for you. Two years, girl! Emerald shouted.

Destiny replied, Well, tonight that will all change.

Why? Lopes is coming over? asked Emerald.

Girl, hell nah! Tom is coming over tonight—the bodybuilder and engineer that I have been dating from the gym, replied Destiny.

Why haven’t you had him tighten you up as long as you two have been seeing each other? It is incredible that he still wines and dines you and you have not given up the skins, retorted Emerald.

Girl, this coochie is worth the wait. Anyway, we work too much; our timing has been completely off. The only thing that I can do is meet him for lunch or a movie because of my busy schedule, spat Destiny.

Destiny pulled up in front of Emerald’s house. All right, whore, get out so that I can get my swerve on, said Destiny.

Emerald opened the passenger door and said, Good night to you, and don’t hurt nobody.

On Destiny’s way home, she called Tom and confirmed their plans for that night.

Maxwell was cooing Pretty Wings, the candles were flickering, and the sweet smell of cucumber melon lotion and body spray from Destiny’s body filled the air. Destiny was horny. To heighten her pleasure, she decided to make herself a drink before Tom arrived. Before she could take a sip of her drink, the doorbell rang. She placed her cognac on the table. Destiny’s heart leaped. After two years, it was finally on! She was about to put it on Tom. She was so ready that she could feel the juices tingling in her panties. When the door opened, Tom stood there with a single red rose, a bottle of champagne, strawberries, and chocolate sauce. Destiny welcomed Tom with a sensual kiss. The kiss lasted so long that he had to gently push Destiny toward the kitchen. Tom said, Baby, we got all night; let me hook this up. Tom dipped the strawberries into the chocolate and poured two glasses of champagne. Destiny looked at her glass of cognac on the table, picked it up, and drank it in one gulp.

Destiny felt the burning sensation in her throat, but it was nothing compared to what she felt in her panties. Tom fed Destiny the chocolate-dipped fruit. He licked the excess warm chocolate off of her lips. Tom wanted to talk, but Destiny’s words were few. She just wanted to get it on. Tom would not just seduce Destiny. He wanted her to know that he was really feeling her. He massaged her feet and kissed the backs of her ankles. Destiny was getting impatient. She rose to get some more cognac, but instead, Tom handed her a glass of champagne. Destiny drank the champagne and unzipped Tom’s pants. Tom laid Destiny down. He gently kissed her belly and then went for her treasure. Destiny was in heaven. It was now the time that she had been waiting on for two years. Once Tom finished pleasing Destiny, he put on a condom. As he prepared to insert his manhood into Destiny, Destiny could not resist; she grabbed his manhood—but it slipped out of her hands. She tried to grab it again. Where did it go? Destiny opened her eyes What the hell is this? Tom had the smallest dick she had ever seen in her life.

What the hell is this? yelled Destiny. Tom just looked at her. Destiny shouted, Get out! Get out! Get the fuck out! Get out! Destiny was not having it; she’d waited too long to be disappointed. She did not care how nice of a man Tom seemed to be. If he could not satisfy her sexually, she would not waste her time, body, or two-year abstinence on this little-dicked motherfucker. Tom looked sad as he tried to talk to her. If Destiny had not been so stubborn, she could have seen the tears in Tom’s eyes. He was crushed. Destiny just stood at the front door, tapping her feet, waiting for his ass to leave. Destiny could not wait to call Emerald. Before she could call her girl, Tom was blowing up her phone. She ignored his calls and called her girl. Emerald answered the phone; it was three o’clock in the morning.

Destiny just started talking. Girl, you are not going to believe this shit. First, I want you to do me a favor. Look at your baby toenail.

What? It is three o’clock in the morning, yelled Emerald.

Just look at your pinky toenail, and divide that toenail into four parts. One of those parts was the size of his dick. I had to put that motherfucker out, shouted Destiny.

No, you are not serious; tell me you did not put him out, spat Emerald.

Girl, yes, I did—he had to go! exclaimed Destiny.

Destiny, you are going straight to hell, replied Emerald

Yeah, I know, and guess what? You’ll be there too. You’re the gatekeeper in hell, snapped Destiny.

Emerald was on the floor laughing at Destiny’s crazy ass.

They That Wait

They that wait on the Lord,

they shall run and not get weary. They shall walk and

never faint, they that wait on the Lord.

The entire church sang. Destiny was feeling weary and tired. Only God could hose down this torching fire that she had under her skirt, inside her panties. Destiny’s family had raised her in the church. She had friends who had waited for the right person to have sex with. But Destiny had just wanted someone who was clean and available. Well, since last night, she had added to her desires: she needed a biggie or a