This was typical Tyrese behavior. His current situation was par for the course really. Tyrese had left a path of familial carnage that stretched over four states, and included three ex-girlfriends, two ex-wives, and six kids, all because somehow he always found a way to leave his old life for what seemed like a better one. This time though, Tyrese thought to himself, this trip to Florida would be the turning point that would change all of that. Tyrese couldn’t wait until Monday. If he was going to do it then the sooner the better.
Taking the money he had been hoarding behind his newest wife’s back for such an occasion Tyrese made his way to the local Wal-Mart. Perusing the racks, he found a brand new XXL shirt with Bob Marley on the front and the phrase “Live High” in big white letters on the back. He also found a pair of jeans on clearance and left the store only spending $10 leaving the greatest amount of his hoarded cash for the most important part of his apparel; great shoes. Tyrese strutted through the Wal-Mart parking lot and jumped in his Cadillac with his $500 spinners and revved his way to the local Footlocker. There he bought himself a $135 pair of Nike Airs and cruised home. When he got there, Tyrese stashed his newly bought attire under his side of the bed, and over the course of the next week he packed his small drawstring backpack with his comb, his 2 ounce bag of Mary Jane and an assortment of wrapping materials to wait for his chance to escape.
The next Sunday arrived with the rampaging alarm and the wife and kids making their way to God once more and Tyrese lay as still as he could and waited for the commotion to disappear. When he was sure they were gone he jumped out of bed and pulled his stash from under the bed. Tyrese got dressed and then pulled out his 45 from under the mattress, shined it with the bed sheets, and shoved it in the front of his new jeans. He then made his way out the door and into his Cadillac. Revving up the engine for what he hoped would be the last time in this driveway. Tyrese pulled out and was on the way to Florida with nothing but his drawstring bag, a roll of 20’s and his 45.
Making the occasional rest stops and fast food stops along the way Tyrese found himself in Georgia in no time. He was tired from the long day’s drive and the restless night of anticipation before so he decided to stay in a hotel for a night. Walking in the front of the hotel he noticed a few roaches worshipping a donut in the corner. Not exactly his first choice, Tyrese thought, but in a pinch it would do. He talked to the owner, got his key for room 321, and made his way to an actual night sleep.
Tyrese awoke the next morning to the sound of someone rustling though the room. He quietly reached under his pillow where he had stashed his 45 before clicking on the lamp in a rush and aiming the gun at the unsuspecting person. The house keeper turned around meeting the sights of his 45 and stood frozen in fear. Tyrese now realizing who it was tucked away his little friend and got up to greet the newly found busty Latino house keeper. He told her his story and where he was headed and offered her to come along if she was interested. She stood there still frozen. He shrugged and told her that she didn’t know what she was missing.
The housekeeper quietly departed as Tyrese turned away from her and started getting dressed. Making his way down the stairs to the lobby he encountered the housekeeper once more. She stopped him in the stairwell. Somehow the danger he had just put her in had increased her sexual interest and before Tyrese knew it they were going at it. Tyrese didn’t know what was going on but wasn’t going to complain. After they were through the housekeeper explained that her name was Lorena and that she had a thing for danger and black men. This time, with no convincing, she agreed to go with him.
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