The last leg of our drive didn’t take long at all, since I knew all the speed traps that the Oxnard PD and the Chippers had set up along the 101. Th...t’s something you never forget, and I made sure my ‘79 Z-28 slowed down enough to breeze through them without alerting the radar guns used by the cops.I slowed down, once we got to the SB city limits, and found my old house as if on autopilot. Some things just never change. It’s comforting, in a way. I let out a sigh as we pulled onto the street. It was nearly the same as the places one could find in Chicago, Atlanta, or Memphis. A multitude of Black men of all shades arguing politics, sports, music, and the fairer sex. The conversation that day had been focused on the upcoming NFL season. Everyone had strong opinions. That day was when he met Valentine Russell.Miss Valentine, as he liked to be called, had been raised in the small town. He stood five-nine and had dark-brown skin. He had a slim waist with a titanic ass. He was getting. She selected a couple of CDs from her car and took them upstairs.Quickly she put the cushions on the sofa, the kitchen articles were now in the cupboards. Jan set out her purchases in the bathroom and put the flower arrangements in the corners of the lounge. I want some scented candles, she thought.She put the clothes she had bought in the bedroom drawer and changed the bedding for the ones she had bought.The kimonos were now on the hook behind the bedroom door.I will have to bring a hammer and. Kim and Melissa spoke to each other in low voices. I was still careful not to meet Melissa's eyes. I didn't want to give her the satisfaction. They spoke on. I wondered if they were talking money. I didn't care. "Sure," said Kim, aloud.She looked ecstatic. If I was doing one thing, I was pleasing Kim. And Amy, by the look of her. Kim turned the chair around, then showed Melissa a way to bend over it and support herself. Kim helped her off with the robe and Melissa took the position. Kim went.