She will never admit it to anyone, not even to you, but she does love you and will grind anyone who tries to hurt you into dust and you can't help but...smile knowing this.Slowly you open the door and make your way inside, the room is still dark the daylight blocked out by the drawn curtains, placing the tray on the nightstand you sit down on the bed and place a hand on her head brushing her hair to the side as you Lean in close to her ear to whisper."Tat, wake up,” you say softly as you gently. ’ Aunty Harriet sighed in defeat. ‘Okay what will it take tomorrow, because I won’t have the money then either?’ She whispered miserably. ‘Mr. Jones rubbed his nose as though he were thinking, ‘well let me see,’ he murmured softly, ‘how about an hour or so alone with your niece?’ Aunty Harriet whirled around, her eyes blazing with fury. ‘Absolutely not!’ she snapped, ‘this is between you and me!’ Mr. Jones sighed sadly, ‘Well then I suggest that you and your niece need to go and find somewhere. I left.”The elderly man shook his finger at the reporter. “I’m telling you dem drug people done pissed off the Riders. God help us all if this doesn’t settle their hash for them. The Riders don’t know what mercy is. We told dem on the block they can’t bring that cocaine in here and they laughed. They’s not laughing, now.”“Why can’t they bring cocaine in? Do the Riders have a monopoly on it?” The reporter asked.“No Ma’am. They don’t want it here at all. We’ve been taught since we were babies. " She continued, "Massa, he was pinchin' on my udders and dey wuz hurtin' an' den he make me suck his cock a while. Den he whupped my black ass wit' his hand an' it hurt. He make me hold my legs open so's he can spank my pussy and then fuck it."Roy! You are a bastard!" laughed Debbie. The other white folks laughed, too. "Go, on..." she prodded Shanika on."Well, ma'am, dat's all dey iz. Massa took me outside and peed on my face so he bring me here so's to clean me up." Why you poor, poor.