An Attacker Called Love
By Travis Ford
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Nichia is released with a new look on life. He doesn't want to become another stereotype or a victim of society.
He seeks for a better life. With many pretty women, he makes up for the times he was sexually depraved.
Travis Ford
Travis Ford was born in Brooklyn (Bed-Stuy) New York. He is a writer of mystery/suspense/erotic fiction. He writes with a sense of reality. Other subjects of titles include general and children fiction.
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An Attacker Called Love - Travis Ford
An Attacker Called Love
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Travis Ford
An Attacker Called Love Copyright © 2015 Travis Ford
No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without the prior written permission by the author.
All characters in this book are fictitious, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
PROLOGUE
January 4, 2001
Nichia opened the front door. There besetting in the atmosphere was the chorus of music. He walked with the peak of his senses which was giving his nose a tingle to the kitchen because something smelled better than a mother fucker. Like a wild tiger he was licking his lips preying on eating a wild animal in anticipation of a mouthwatering meal. He opened the stove. There to be revealed to his wondrous curiosity of the aroma, bequeathing before his eyes were baked steaks smothered in gravy by green peppers, potatoes, and onions atop.
Pull that out for me. I kept it in the oven to stay warm till you got here. I didn't even hear you come in,
she said standing in her robe towel drying her hair.
I see what you mean. There are people out there now with flashlights at the cemetery,
he said after pulling the steaks out, and adding, How could you with the music on upstairs?
Nichia questioned.
I only had it on so that I could sing along in the shower. You knew that,
said Natasha.
I know.
I'll go up and put something on while you can set the dinner table,
Natasha said.
Nichia went ahead and fixed the table. His sister really was, correction, is a fitting cook.
A bottle of champagne was on the table for the beverage.
Natasha crept down the stairs wearing a lengthy tee-shirt and a pair of gray sweatpants with her furry pink bedroom shoes.
Nichia said, Come on. Let's sit down and eat. I'm hungry.
How did it go today?
It went well. They said they were going to have a check in the mail for me soon, regularly every month. The government gave me one of those food stamp cards and $400 cash benefits on the food stamp card.
Before he realized, up out her seat Natasha came hugging him from behind at the neck kissing him ever so enthusiastic saying, That is so wonderful!
Let me eat will you?
It's just that I'm so happy for you.
***
Nichia was asleep in his bedroom. He was living with his sister ever since he got out of a maximum-security prison. At a muscular frame work and not too bulky; the doctor once said that if he was two pounds heavier, he'll be overweight according to the chart, that is. He always maintained his body.
One never knows when someone may just decide to attack you, not even knowing you, simply because that person may want to get transferred to another prison, or having psychotic episodes, or just 'playa hating'.
There were some who went to PC, Protective Custody, to avoid such attacks and other reasons. He worked out doing exercises for that reason. Along with to keep his strength up in general and to be ready for the bullshit people come with. And of course there was the old saying, 'to be fit for a bitch'.
***
January 5, 2001 3:10 A.M.
Natasha lay in her bed conscious. A sleepless night. So she went to her little brother's room. He was a grown man now. Although Nichia will always be her little brother. She is being at the age of 37 and him 32. She opened the door to his room. There behold Nichia in the bed semi-covered. She stood there. A flashback of times they had growing up came to her. Then she thought about what Nichia must have went through being locked up in a prison, caged like an animal; having someone to tell you when you can eat, when you can shower, when you are allowed to come out of your cell.
She then stepped to Nichia's bed got in the bed and placed a hand on his chest.
Nichia's swing would have hit her had she not a moved out of the way.
She kissed him on the mouth.
Nichia continued kissing her and positioned her in the position of doggy style. Natasha was still wearing the shirt and sweatpants from before at dinner. He pulled her sweatpants down and massaged her beautiful body and breasts. She wore no bra underneath her shirt and Nichia helped her remove her shirt and sweatpants and entered in to her warm moist vagina.
Her vagina was tight; his penis throbbed for her warm vagina. Nichia pushed his penis in her pussy and began feeling the inside of her walls. Natasha squeezed her pussy, tightening her pussy on his dick, feeling him go in and out of her inviting spasm chasm. She was nearing an orgasm. Her nether lips throbbed more for his love meat. Nichia gripped her body at the hips continuing to thrust his flesh tower in her slong sucker, looking at his wang go inside her warm oracle and came in her. Her body shook and she came on his quiver bone.
Chapter 1
7:15 a.m. January 3, 2001
Nichia awoken early and stepped to the bathroom to shower. He and Natasha were to go to the supermarket to get some groceries using his food card.
It felt good to be out. It's only been nine days now remembering as he showered and just before this moment.
He had been eager for that day. Placed in a protective holding cell, his only belongings were a few pieces of mail, pictures, and a silver chain that he was wearing since the beginning of his eight-year sentence, a pack of tobacco and a cigarette lighter.
The judge sentenced him to an eight-year bid with a cap for murder. With a cap meaning serving eight years no less and no more than eight years. Less so happen he was to somehow to get another charge.
He slept none that day. Nor ate any of the meals served. He wanted to let his system clean out from the slop that was served. He had drunk plenty of water.
The food wasn't worth shit. Bullshit like two pieces of light bread, potatoes and grits for breakfast. Mystery meat for lunch. Half cooked meat for supper.
He showered and smoked a few roll ups. He ran out of rolling papers and used some 'blue steel' to smoke the rest.
'Blue steel' was the white and blue paper wrapping around the toilet tissue. Sometimes it was white with the green printing.
A few more hours to go to get out. He had to ask the officer what time it was earlier. His sister is to be here to pick him up.
He saw a face on the other side of the steel door at the window.
Fox. Pack your baggage.
***
"Where have you been at? I have been looking all over for you," Natasha said.
Out in the parking lot. I met a broad name Quanta on isle one and started kicking it with her and walked her to her car. I just had to get her number.
You move mighty fast don't you?
***
Nichia is her little brother no doubt; blood brother. She had love for him. She just hoped that he won't go ho hopping and not make something of himself, get hurt, or worst. Nichia is his own man to the door. Natasha wanted him to be happy and have the best. If anyone wasn't treating him the way he wanted to be treated, she is going to get in their asses.
***
"I know you are a man and a man has needs. All I'm saying is do not have them skanky ass whores at my house."
Quanta is not a skanky ass whore.
You don't know that,
she said in the drive home.
Chapter 2
Nichia told Natasha to drop him off downtown.
With money he had from on the books when he was in and the twenty-five dollars given to him from the government the day being released, on the plastic, Nichia went to a place to get something to eat.
Nichia picked up a menu and began studying it as he took a seat at the bar.
The food in the pictures looked scrumptious.
He knew what he was missing and this only intensified it.
Hey waiter? Waiter?
Nichia said not loudly speaking to draw unwanted advert dent eyes.
A slim nerdy geechy looking motherfucker with them thick ass glasses; the waiter came to the bar. The waiter didn't have to say anything. I want this right here in the picture,
said Nichia. And I want a vanilla milkshake. I'll wait for the food in the booth over there,
pointing to a booth.
Looking at the people around him, they seemed average looking people. Was he looking for anyone in specifically? No. Not at all. Just looking at his surroundings.
You would think that just being out you'll holler at just about everyone just to score. That wasn't the case at all. You had to just chill. Jumping into sex that early just wasn't happening. And it's deadly. You couldn't wait to long either.
That's why he'd got Quanta's digits.
When to make a call to her? Two, three, four days, week later? Two weeks top. That without a doubt.
With bits of frozen pieces in it, the milkshake tasted approvingly.
It was good to be out. Although such a dramatic change to society wasn't going to be easy with so much time elapsed. I don't know the new trends and styles. Wasn't rehabilitated worth a damn, he thought.
Nichia was at the booth heavily thinking.
Just because you are free doesn't necessary mean that your mind is free.
You could be free with your mind locked up. You can be locked up physically and your mind is free, being out and feeling that you are locked up. It's called being institutionalized. You're so into and used to having someone tell you what to do; how to behave, that you can't deal with; rationalize, cope with society. And that's what causes people to return to their prior states of being locked up and thus commit crimes.
But who am I? I'm just another person in the world. Nichia Fox. I'm no rocket scientist nor have a Ph.D. in psychology. No. I'm not going to be one of those people who say, 'I am not going to get locked up again,' because I don't want to jinx myself.
A plate full of food appeared in front of him. The waiter said, If you need anything else, let me know and I'll bring it to you.
That will be most gracious. Thank you.
And that's just what I'm thinking. Now that I am out of prison, the world seems so strange.
What am I worried for? The government gave me food benefits, cash benefits, and has me on one of those waiting lists for a new apartment.
The government gives you free everything when you're released from prison.
Where am I going to meet somebody at? It doesn't need to be some wild ass money-grubbing freak. Those clubs are full of them that just want to party, get high, and freak everything in sight, and--
I need somebody sophisticated. Somebody that has some morals; some respect about themselves; some business about themselves; class.
Then again rethinking, I really shouldn't think about it at the moment because I got to get my priorities straight before I have anybody to be with. Because if I can't take care of myself, how will I ever expect to be in a relationship with somebody?
The food is nice. Wonder if I should leave a tip for this?
Hell gnaw!
***
Nichia did not procrastinate on getting a newspaper and searching for a place to stay.
Chapter 3
A man reading a newspaper. His shoes are not much. Clothes neither. He's reading a newspaper. That's a plus. Looking for a job? A place to stay? What's going on in the world? Stock market? Politics? A car? He's reading the newspaper. That's a complimentary thing, she thought.
Nichia knew when somebody was staring at him. He continued reading for a moment then looked around. And there she was. She was a redbone. Her hair flowed like Pocahontas. She could pass for a super model.
She walked up to him and said, Give me a call when you get on your feet,
and handed him her name and phone number on a piece of paper.
Her name was Shantice.
He isn't ever lost.
She was on standby? A freak? Sophisticated? Or desperate? Premeditated maybe? Whether who she was or her intentions, giving her a call will be worth it.
***
Nichia really didn't have any particular place to go.
I am not going to be doing all this walking, I know that. I done did enough walking for a lifetime. I'm going to get on a bus and get on to my sister's and just chill the rest of the day, Nichia thought.
Chapter 4
Natasha was not at home when Nichia entered the house. Natasha had a key made for him. Natasha knew he was getting out for she had stayed in contact.
Nichia didn't have any idea what she did as far as work.
Natasha did not have any children. So that counted out Section 8. I don't know, she might have found a way. Our parents didn't leave any inheritance. You know, come to think of it, she didn't ever write and tell me momma had died. Heart failure. Both of them. A heart attack and a stroke. Don't remember which one which. I could've got a funeral leave to see them buried.
If I knew where they were buried I would go place flowers at the graves.
Natasha can show me where the graves are and I'll put flowers on the graves, Nichia thought.
Guess I'll just call this woman I met from the grocery store. She was shopping. Means she got her a crib. Kids or more. I don't need to be bothered with them kids. You have to love the kids though. I could get along with some kids; not all of them. Kids want to get all in the way while you are hollering at their momma walking all through the house. They momma steady telling them to sit down somewhere or you are going to stay outside or stay in and be quiet. Then you got them kids that be asking all those questions. Then you'll be disrespectful or not mindful of their kid if you don't speak to the child. A straight dummy if you