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clutching onto her bait. When she landed on her feet, she saw the two rottweiler dogs headed her way. Once they approached her, although it had been close to a year, they recognized her scent and began to lick her. After all, she was the person who had taken care of them for over two years. She fed them 75% of the time and faithfully took them to all of their veterinarian and grooming visits. When they approached, she threw them a peace of turkey rolled up with two Tylenol PM tablets in it while she continued to pet them.

I hope these daggone Tylenol PM's make them
sluggish and go to sleep. Shoot, they put humans to sleep at
the drop of a dime. I wish I had had a Valium. The other day
Jacko took me to see that new movie called "Congo". I
remember they gave the gorilla a valium to put him to sleep. I
should have bought some from somebody around my way.

That's OK, I am here now. It ain't no turning back.

Before she knew it, within five minutes, the wild hyper attack dogs were getting sluggish. When the first one, Dopeman, dropped down, Tressa's heart started to beat fast.

Dag, I hope I didn't kill him. I am not here to kill the
damn dogs.

Tressa quietly crept over to Dopeman, then she looked over at the other dog, Killer. Killer was staggering in slow motion, eyes watery, tongue hanging like he may have been taking his last breathe. She got close to Dopeman, relieved that he was still breathing. When she glanced back over at Killer, she watched as he collapsed. Then Tressa went straight to work. She pulled her barber clippers out of her backpack and began to shave the dogs fur. When the fur got just low enough, Tressa used the clippers to write.

"MY OWNER IS A FAGGOT."

Once she was done, she hurried and fled the scene.

She didn't want to take any chances on her car not starting up when she got done, that is why she left it running. The whole way home she laughed hysterically, wishing she could be there to see the expression on Lucky's face. She knew Lucky would be furious because he was as homophobic as they come. Plus, rottweilers have a quality, thick coat of fur and the season was still winter outside.

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This was enough to set any person off, and it was a known fact that it didn't take half as much to piss Lucky off.

This was the first night she slept well in a while knowing she had made Lucky just a little upset. The next morning, she was awakened to the doorbell and banging on her door. She hopped up as she heard Wiggles say. "Who is it?"

Tressa got her small 380 gun out of the shoebox on the top shelf of the closet, and ran to the front room as she asked Wiggles silently, using only body language, who was at the door.

"Meechie." Wiggles responded.

Both were puzzled, trying to figure out what she wanted this early in the morning.

This begging ass chick better not be knocking on my
door like she the damn police begging for a daggone thing.

"Oh, my God. Wiggles, I need you to get Tressa quick. It's important!" Meechie screamed from the other side of the door. "She gotta come quick."

"Hold on!" Wiggles screamed back through the door.

Tressa and Wiggles both slipped some sweatpants and shoes on and opened up the door. Meechie was looking like she had just seen a ghost.

"It's horrible and it don't make no sense. I am sorry for waking you up so early, but I had to. I just got up to walk around back to get me a hit, and I, oh my God." They only walked faster down the steps, and Tressa could not believe her eyes!

Dopeman and Killer were laying on the hood of her car slaughtered. Blood covered the windshield and the side windows of the Z-28. One dude walking by came over to be curious, and he vomited everywhere. Tressa just shook her head in disbelief and Wiggles couldn't understand why someone would put two dead dogs on Tressa's car.

"Don't worry baby." Wiggles said, as she hugged Tressa.

Just then a crack head walked up. "Look, I'll clean all this up for $40.00 and have your car looking like new."
It doesn't make any sense, a crack head will do
anything for a dollar to get a hit.

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Tressa didn't dare say what she thought out loud, she would never want to hurt Wiggles' feelings. After all, she was a recovering drug addict.

"Nah, I am going to take some pictures first, but I am going to need you to clean it up, but probably not until later tonight. OK?" Tressa told the crack head.

Tressa went back into her apartment to get the camera and cordless phone. She checked on the boys, and couldn't believe, but was relieved, they were still sleeping through all the drama.

As she walked back outside, the phone rang,
who is
this calling at 6:26 am?

She answered, before looking at the caller ID.

"Hello."

"Bow-wow, yippee yo, yippee yea. Guess whose dogs ain't in the house?" Lucky jokingly sang to the melody of Snoop Dogg's song.

Tressa knew exactly who it was, but she pretended that she didn't because she was totally caught off of guard.

So, again she said. "Hello."

"See how you make me kill?" Lucky asked in a cold, heartless tone.

"What?"

"You really don't understand do you? See, it's nothing for me to kill something that I love so dear." Tressa was so stunned that Lucky was on the other end of the phone, she could not reply. His words sent chills up her spine. Lucky only continued to torture her through his words.

"As much as I loved the dogs, they were my fucking world, but in a New York minute, those dogs don't mean shit to me! I don't want nothing that you can get next to, because you'll never get next to me again. As a matter of fact, anything that you can get next to don't mean me any good, it's better off dead. Everyday you ride around in that raggedy ass car of yours, always remember, the second best thing to me is laid dead on your windshield." Before she could respond, Lucky hung up the phone. Wiggles could see the expression on her face as she held the phone.

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as he made eye contact with Tressa, a satisfying smile on his face.

After all the excitement calmed down, and Tressa got her head together, she really felt bad that the prank was taken this far. After all, she cared about those dogs, she had lived with and taken care of them for over four years.

She felt that it was her fault that the dogs were dead. She wanted to have a funeral for the dogs, but she couldn't afford to, so she paid the crack head to dig a hole in the open field behind the projects and bought two storage totes to put them in.

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Can't Knock The Hustle

Tressa called the insurance company to file a claim. She was thankful that she had just gotten insurance a week before. They agreed to give her a check for $538.00

to get the car cleaned and detailed. Mr. Bill gave her another car to drive until her car was taken care of. He told her it'll take about two weeks for her car to be ready.

After making that phone call, she asked Shelly for a raise. Shelly said. "No." Tressa loved her job, but Tressa decided that she'd play hard ball with the Shelly.
See, this
broad don't know who she dealing with. I practically run this
place and she can't give me no raise. I got something for her.

The next day, Tressa called into work sick and she stayed out of work for the rest of the week. Monday afternoon, just as Tressa predicted, Shelly called Tressa at home.

"Tressa, how are you feeling?"

"I am coming along." Tressa said with no emotion at all.

"Well, we have had a crazy week around here, with you being out."

"Yes, I am sure you have."

"So, after our last conversation, and after looking at the big picture, I need you here and decided to give you a $2.00 raise, and I also will be giving you a bonus every 147

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quarter." Shelly said in a jolly voice. "We love you over here and value you as a part of our team."

"Oh, OK." Tressa said, still not showing one once of emotion. Shelly was expecting Tressa to be doing cartwheels, but she didn't.

Tressa really liked Mr. Bill. Mr. Bill always came to her rescue. She was able to reach Mr. Bill by phone anytime day or night. He started giving her a minimum $250.00 a week, although he only spent a few hours with her on Thursday nights and every other night they talked on the phone until the wee hours of the morning. Tressa was definitely grateful because that money came in handy and she was able to gather much of Mr. Bill's wisdom.

Whenever Mr. Bill would give a present, money or any thing, whenever she'd tell him thank you, "she'd say thank you." He'd always say didn't I tell you I was going to take care of you?

Tressa listened to Mr. Bill and took in everything he said. So, seeing Mr. Bill on Thursdays, was always beneficial for her. She'd get treated like a queen, top of the line of everything. Mr. Bill always took her to a nice dinner, and afterwards, a romantic evening at his beautiful house.

He gave her an expensive present and always licked her clit, which always gave her multiple orgasms, but she never understood why there was never any penetration. She didn't care that Mr. Bill's penis was the size of a pencil. So many times after he had pleased her, she wanted penetration, but he never gave it to her.

Along with no penetration, there was one more thing that Tressa didn't not like about Mr. Bill, he too was a smoker, and it drove her crazy. All the men in her life that had ever hurt her, smoked. Her stepfather smoked Salem's and he hurt her by taking her mother from her. Lucky, he smoked Newport's, and he broke her heart and tried to tear her down in any way he could think of. Now, what kind of pain did Mr. Bill have in store for Tressa? He smoked Marlboro Lights 100's, and oh, did they stink. She stressed to him that she hated them. He tried not to smoke around her, but it was very hard. Like most smokers, after he finished a meal, he had to have a cigarette. She resented the fact that his house smelled like smoke. She tried not to nag him about it after voicing her opinion once. So, she 148

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simply overlooked it, because he was so good to her. When she'd arrive home after spending the evening with him, she'd jump straight into the shower to get that cigarette smoke smell off of her, and spray Finisheen on her hair to get the smell out of her do.

Mr. Bill had also fixed the Z-28 up to look like a new car, fresh paint job, new tires and all the quirks were fixed.

He found a buyer for the car and sold it for $1,500.00 After all, the car was equipped with a good motor. Mr. Bill gave her the money so she could get a new car.

Her credit by now was a little shaky since she paid most of her bills late. Before Mr. Bill came along and starting helping her out on the financial tip, her bills, two boys, and household necessities, always exceeded the amount of her income. There was no need for a budget, because she had to always rob Peter to pay Paul. She went to a "Buy Here, Pay Here" car lot. They agreed to finance her a Mazda 626. Since she had blemished credit, they enrolled her in a special program, "The On-Time Program".

The On-Time Program resembled that of a prepay cell phone, instead it was pretty much a prepaid car.

They installed a programmed device under the steering wheel of the car that looked like a phone jack that had a light on it. Sometimes the light was green, and sometimes it was red. They gave her another device, on one end, there was a numeric keypad, and the other end, a phone cord to hook into the jack under the steering wheel.

Every other week, when the payment was due, the red light would come on to remind her that the payment was owed.

If she wasn't in by noon that day, the device would start beeping. Once the payment was finally made, the dealer would give her a 4-digit code to punch into the device and the red light would turn to green, until another two weeks, when the payment was due again. If she didn't or couldn't make the payment by close of business that night, then the engine would not start up the next day. She agreed to these terms because she knew she was certain that she'd be making the payments in a timely manner.