But the God's were still smiling down on me. The ball came in on the Brooklyn side of the head pin, I got good pin action and all of those puppies wen... down. I began to think I could do no wrong. The ninth frame was another strike off of a poorly thrown ball and I just knew it was my destiny to roll that 300. Bowling out in the tenth I threw two more strikes and suddenly the sweaty palms were back and no amount of playing with the rosin bag would dry them. I eyed my spot, looked down the alley,. And even if it does, It's my mother's money. It's her ass that's making the money. Not yours" I said irritated at Claire's presumptuousness. "So? Whores work but pimps make money." She retorted."So you're my mom's pimp now?" I challenged her."Well. If you are too much of a pussy, then I don't mind putting Lindass on the market." she said accepting the challenge.The three of us sat there till wee hours of the night but before we left, we had a plan to turn my straight laced mother into a porn. Mike got up and held her in his arms. “Don’t worry babe. You tried and I appreciate that.” He started to kiss her himself, his familiar touch and taste making her feel comfortable and safe. Quickly forgetting they had company, Emma deepened the kiss, her tongue delving into Mike’s mouth, her hands holding his back as his grasped and kneaded her buttocks. She was so into it, she didn’t even feel Lacey start to kiss her neck at first. A very feminine body pressed against her back and her pulse. ‘You fat black ugly bitch you know what I’m talking about, don’t act like you don’t.’ he yelled. He grabbed her and slammed her against the floor kicking her in the stomach. ‘You were out late fucking some otha nigga and not me, well I’ll teach you not to be fucking wit me!’ he said repeatedly kicking and slapping her. Nyla couldn’t do anything but try to fight back, but the more she tried the harder he hit and kicked her. She heard something crack before she finally became unconscious. Nyla.