’ I wanted to hold her forever, but we were back at your place in the span of fifteen minutes. Without a second thought from either of us, I followe... her in the door. Walking down the hall and into her bedroom, I watched her kick off her shoes and struggle getting her earrings off. ‘I’m just gonna get out of this getup. I’ll only be a minute, but make yourself at home.’ I watched her tight little ass sway down the hall, every inch of velvet succumbing to the movement of her hips, and I wasn’t. "What the hell is this thing? And why did I get it?" Jenny set the note aside, and slowly opened the wooden box. Inside, sitting on the velvet inner lining, was an ornate oil lamp. She picked the oil lamp up out of the box, but almost dropped it immediately, because the touch of Jenny's fingers on the lamp caused it to glow, and a trail of pink smoke shot out of it."Oh my god! What the fuck?!" Jenny jumped up from the couch, and backed away from where the lamp fell to the ground. The pink smoke. The targets of her intended assault were soon alerted by the sound of loud, angry barks approaching around the side of the house at a very high rate of speed.The two men spotted the dark, barking projectile heading their way at the same time. Lester, who had the misfortune to be closest to the house, yelled something, snatched up the post-hole digger and began doing his best to hold off the snarling menace. Billy Ray splashed on the gas, dug out his lighter, and set the cross afire. If either. Mom didn’t make many friends. The area we lived in in the UK was mainly of Black African and Jamaican communities. The only person that used to visit us was a black guy named Kay. Kay was extremely tall, built like a tank and a very scary-looking guy. I was shocked to see him at the house when I first saw him. He would occasionally bring food and stay to have a chat with mom.I didn’t think too much of it until one day when I returned home from college. I was 19 years old and in my final year..