Poison of the Past

By Kenwood

The beautiful Chocolate Princess finds herself entrapped by,
Unforgiveness, Adultery, Menage a trois, Control and Surveillance.
All pieces of candy youll find in Poison of the Past.
Where love meets its ultimate challenge. Enthralled by lust, the end of the road for Chocolate will shock you.
When the Poison of the Past returns.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Oct 9, 2012
• ISBN: 9781479704088

Kenwood

Ken Houston (Kenwood) was born in Detroit, and began his life in those mean streets. He pursued his A.S degree in education at Wayne County Community College. Afterwards he took a tour of Europe in the U.S. Army during which time he developed an interest in the Arts; Artwork, Poetry, and Writing. While surviving what he calls the dark years of his life he meet his wife Sylvia (Chocolate) who gave him the love and resilience to make it through those years, and the emotional experiences to give you the novel “Poison of the Past” and many, more to come.

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CHAPTER ONE

He was in an AA meeting in jail when the thought occurred to him. He was never an alcoholic; he only went to the AA meeting to get outta his cell and for free coffee. He also figured AA was in some way related to NA, and that he may be able to pick something out of this to assist him in his addiction with cocaine.

But today his mind was neither on AA nor NA but on his woman Chocolate.

Although he knew when he met her she was a whore, they had been through so much in the year and a half they had been together.

She had told him that she would no longer sell her body for drugs, but he knew better.

He was not new to the crack game, and he knew the drug was stronger than any love, any feeble desires to live right, stronger than any weak promises.

But still Chocolate had something special over him. Her words and promises made him want to believe. Making love to her without having to pay her, and without using protection, made him feel special.

Kent had been dealing drugs since high school. He had dealt with so many different women; drug addicts and not.

He always knew how to handle a woman; but there was something special about Chocolate.

She was beautiful; he loved beautiful women.

She was tall; he loved tall women.

She was dark brown; he loved dark beautiful women.

She had long thick gorgeous legs.

The kind of legs that made stocking commercials. If she put on a mini skirt, she was stopping traffic and causing accidents.

She has perfect breast; not real big, not at all small, but perfect.

She has a flat stomach, wide hips, and a tight round ass; apple bottom round and tight! When she wore her jeans you could see that gap in between her legs half a block away!

And her walk; her walk was a long leg confident stride.

She was a real woman and she made you feel good to be with her.

She was one hot number and she knew it, and if you were with her you knew it too.

Chocolate made Kent want to put the drugs out of his and her life; get a job, marry her and live a normal life.

His plan was to flip the last three quarters of dope, hit a few licks, gather all that money together and move himself and her to Atlanta and build a real life for them.

She was all in with the plan and wanted to help raise some money by hoe’n.

He was totally against the idea of her fuckin’ for their future.

He had already given her an engagement ring and they were both cutting down in their addictions, but addictions are never easy to stop, and for a female, selling pussy is a normal part of smoking dope.

Although Chocolate was in love and engaged to Kent, and even though Kent was selling much dope, he could not afford to keep blowing his sacks freakin’ and tweakin’ with Chocolate, especially now, knowing that they had plans to move and get their lives together.

The night before they were planning to fly to Atlanta, Chocolate went out hoe’n and stayed out all night long.

Kent knew she would slip out and do what she did from time to time, but as long as she came back within an hour or two he never said much about it; but by her staying out all nite long just before they were to leave for Atlanta just drove him insane with jealousy.

He pictured that maybe she had some other boyfriend that she just had to spend all night with before leaving to go with him, or maybe she had came across a trick that was going to pay her big for doing any and everything.

So he left early that morning to go hit a lick. Being that he was all fucked up about Chocolate staying out all nite he was not on point and got busted at the store by the cops. He was sentenced to six months in jail.

Chocolate was sick about what happen to him, and after receiving his letters she knew that the reason he was not on point was because of what she did. She did everything she could to make his time in jail easier. She kept money in his commissary; she visited him once a week; she promised him that she’d stop trickin’ and get some help with her drug abuse.

Now here in this AA meeting in Isabella county jail, Kent was thinking of his fiancé. In spite of everything she was doing to comfort him, he was tortured by the thought of her turning dates with other men while he was in jail. He blamed himself for ever starting a relationship with a crack addicted female, knowing that two addicts can never have a real relationship.

He never intended to fall in love with her. She was only suppose to be a trick; someone to freak, tweak and then get rid of.

She felt the same way, but they had some kind of bond that would not allow them to let go of each other.

For some reason they both went against their better judgments and allowed a poison called love to creep in and turn their playground of sin into something real.

But with love comes pain.

Another part of Kent’s pain was guilt. He sometimes allowed Chocolate to go out and turn dates. He reasoned with himself that he couldn’t stop her from doing what she wanted to do and he certainly could not continue to pay for her drug habit, so as long as she was back within a reasonable amount of time, with a reasonable amount of money, he was cool with it.

But now that she had stayed out all nite long he felt his own passiveness ushered in the pain he was now feeling.

As long as he was home he could monitor her activity, but now that he was in jail he had no idea of what she was doing. Worst yet, he knew exactly what she was doing.

He thought himself stupid for falling in love with a crack addict.

Tortured in his mind with saying like,

you can’t turn a hoe into a housewife.

All his life any woman could always be controlled by the opposite sex game. Cheat on me and I cheat on you. Every woman he ever had; even if he even thought she was cheating on him, he would allow that woman to see him with another female and that would fix that; every time. But now he was in jail for six months. He could not exercise his opposite sex game, and he could not exit the relationship because of love.

He knew what his fiancé was doing in spite of whatever she told him.

All he could do was roll it out.

He loved her, and that wouldn’t change. Whatever she did or did not do, he would never truly know.

So . . . the thought occurred to him to forgive her, forgive himself and carry on with the plans to get the hell outta this life, move to Atlanta with his woman and start over anew.

The question was would he ever truly be able to leave the past in the past.

Even if they both left drugs behind; got married, got jobs and lived happily ever after.

Years down the road, every time she went out with the girls; if she wanted to travel somewhere without him; would he ever be able to trust her?

Would he ever truly forgive her for those six months of torture?

Thus begins our story.

Poison of the Past.

CHAPTER TWO

7 years later . . .

Professor Kent Hudson was the history pro-

fessor at Savannah State; his wife of 7 years, Samantha Chocolate Hudson was teaching as a graduate assistant working to complete her doctorate.

Professor Hudson had been working at Savannah State University for 3 years now, and his wife had just this semester, begun teaching for the university. They had progressed greatly from their lives in Detroit and had been enjoying many successes in Georgia, including their 7th year anniversary which was today 10/ 13.

As they rode home together from the university they were like two kids in high school. In love, very happy to be together, and off work (Just got paid, Friday nite!)

They were on their way to celebrating their marriage of seven years.

Let’s go straight to the restaurant. I already dressed for our evening and there’s no reason to go home at all said Chocolate.

That would be cool, but I have one thing to pick up at the house, said Kent.

Ahh, come on honey, the next time I want to see our home, I want you to be carrying me in, just like you did when we first bought it. I was going to start stripping before we even got in the house!

Well in that case I know we’re going straight home, right now!

Ha, ha she said, That will be for after dinner. Plus I want to get my buzz on in that club we said we were going to.

Yeah that’s cool baby, we sure as hell don’t go out club’n anymore do we?

No we don’t, and I’m starting to feel old. We’re both only 41 and we still gotta get out and enjoy our lives while we still can; speaking of which, let the top down in this car. It’s warm today and I wanna look fabulous riding in our convertible benz on our special day.

Well that comment couldn’t have been made at a better time because just as she said that Kent was turning the corner to their block.

Their home was about half a block up the street and that’s when she noticed.

Hey . . . whose car is that in our driveway?

Chocolate was still very materialistic because of her poor past. She was able to identify the make and model from still several houses away.

Well whose ever it is got a nice ass 325 convertible BMW. Humph . . . that’s just like the one I wanted.

She popped her gums with a slight attitude; until she noticed . . .

Hey! There’s a ribbon on it!!

She looked at Kent with her eyes beaming on 100 watts, mouth wide open.

He just smiled nicely and tossed her the keys while pulling up in their driveway.

She jumped outta the benz, ran over to the BMW, clicked the remote door locks, and after hearing the locks click, she knew positively what she already knew . . . that it was her anniversary gift!

She ran back to the benz as Kent was getting out and almost tackled him with her embrace. She kissed him wildly and said come on!

She pulled him to her new car, jumped in, paused as she smelled the new car smell; started it up and she almost fell out at the sound of the foreign sports car engine. She dropped the top and speed off like the expert driver that she was. She had been driving their benz for several years now and knew how to handle a sports car.

She flew down the block about 50 mph, which took the BMW only a second and a half to reach that speed, and then sped out onto the main road.

In less than five minutes she was pulling into the little park near the lake that they often went to, to reflect. But today there would be no reflecting.

Just as he was about to ask her why they were here, she said,

First things first, we gotta christen my new car!

She reached the power seat switch, laid his seat back, unzipped his pants, whipped it out, and went to work like the pro that she was.

As she was working him over he thought to himself how nice it was to have this as an exclusive privilege for himself, and not anyone else.

They had been together long enough that she knew just how long to do her thing without spoiling it for herself. So she stopped, and in spite of the car sitting just ten feet away from them, and the fact that, that couple had already noticed the action going on right next to them, especially because the top was down and it was hours away from any darkness. Inspite of all those things, she unfastened his seat belt, pulled his pants down to his knees and climbed aboard him to christen her new car.

Kent saw the couple next to them all into the rodeo show, but he was use to Chocolate because that’s just how she was. No shame in her game! And that’s one of the things he loved about her.

While they christened the new car to the pleasure of the couple next to them, just as the big explosion occurred which they had mastered making happen simultaneously, at that moment Kent noticed something not so pleasurable, which was a squad car that was pulling into the parking area. He quickly alerted her to their unwanted visitors.

She jumped off him and his love, and began getting herself together just as the squad car pulled up right next to them.

The police officers obviously seen what was happening, they looked at them, looked at the ribbon still on the hood of the car.

Kent said calmly to the officers,

It’s our anniversary.

The cops looked at each other . . . paused . . . laughed and pulled off.

Kent and Chocolate looked at each other and laughed as well.

Then they both looked at the couple in the car next to them and all four of them laughed together.

Chocolate whipped down the visor, started putting on fresh lip gloss, brushed her hair and pulled the car out of the park.

They rode for a while and it was obvious that she was very, very happy about her new car and was clearly having a good time just driving.

She pulled up at the exclusive restaurant that they had made reservations for days earlier, she never turned the car engine off and told Kent to just sit and wait for her.

She got out of the car went to the hood, cut off the ribbon, threw it in the back seat, got back in the car and said,

We’re going to my favorite rib joint!

In Atlanta?! Kent said,

That’s right!

Sweetheart Atlanta is 3-4 hours away!

Yeah well that’s if you’re driving 60-70 mph. How much time would be cut off if I drove 80-90 mph?

I don’t know honey maybe 45 minutes to an hour, but what about the police?

At that she threw the car in gear and sped off into traffic, pretty much ignoring his question.

Kent thought to himself,

I’ve created a monster

As she flew onto the interstate, she entered the highway at a normal speed of 65-70 mph, but as soon as she had an open lane she hit the accelerator and leaped into much greater speeds of 85-90.

The BMW handled the speed increase as if it were made to ride like that. (Which it was) and she handled the car as if she owned it for years.

As they cruised a solid 90mph she said to him,

"I’ve waited for almost 3 years for this car. I’ve waited since I was 21 for a husband just like you; and I’ve waited my entire life for this moment; to be flying down the interstate, in my own brand new BMW convertible, with my wonderful husband of seven years and going to my favorite soul food restaurant. So fuck the cops! If