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Part Four – Pray for Jay
One month later, Marcus hits the musical jackpot. He signs a deal with Jason of Flaming Records (Crossing Paths, coming soon) worth 3 million dollars over 2 years, with a signing bonus of half million upfront. He lucked up on this deal due to his latest production. He quietly worked with Dee Dread one of Flaming Records newest and hottest artist out currently. Her single “blame it on the rain” and its remix, which he also produced are taking over the airwaves in several markets. Jason needed airplay like this for his entire artist line up. He has a trio in Philadelphia that could use Marcus’ help with their production. Marcus forever a hustler told Jason he plans on opening two cash deposit accounts and a trust for his unborn child once they were established that’s all his royalty payments should be deposited. Jason was fully aware ...

             Maddox McNair
 
 
          Chicks with dicks used to be just a fantasy of mine, but now I had gotten addicted to the twisted illusion of penis and pumps.  Even though I loved having sex with Drag Queens, I still considered myself to be heterosexual because pussy was still an entrée that satisfied my appetite; however, the scales that used to always lean heaviest to real females was now equally balanced and I enjoyed the company of both. 
          I know that my father was probably turning in his grave about my sexual desires, but his foot couldn’t reach my ass from beyond the grave, so the butt whipping I had coming would have to wait until after I crossed over ...

                    Sunny Skies
 
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          Elixir Calhoun floats around this club like she is Naomi Campbell and I do not understand, for the life of me, why the crowd is so infatuated with her. I cannot stand the bitch and animosity was the only thing we had in common. Her fucking feet were long enough to seat a crew of twelve white water rafters comfortably and her piss colored skin was about as washed out as that tired ass runway sashay she always did when she graced the catwalk.
          The only flawless thing about her was the man she wore on her arm like an expensive Mink Stole, ...