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Category:
Crime
Publisher: Waterbuck
ISBN-10: 0954863003
Type: Fiction
Pages: 262
Copyright: Nov 5, 2004
ISBN-13: 9780954863005
Price: $2.99 (eBook)
The best African American, urban fiction, street lit novel written from a black British perspective.
Inspired by a true story and a popular rap song, by Tupac Shakur ‘Brenda’s got a baby’, Ignorance Kills… brings the reader into the grimy poverty driven world of Brenda, who falls pregnant to her cousin Shun at the age of twelve.
Together they pursue a vicious life of crime until it all comes tumbling down when Shun is shot.
Estranged from her mother and without a father since the age of six, Brenda is left to the mercy of the ghetto and must find a way to survive its nightmarish reality.
Excerpt
THE WIND BLOWS ICE-COLD up and around the short white skirt worn by Fasard, with her wide hips, large breasts and jet-black hair. She pulls her skirt further down her bruised, goose-pimpled thighs. It quickly springs back to its previous position.
Fasard places her left hand on her hip and rubs her belly with the right. She is feeling pissed. For over two hours she’s been standing on the block, waiting for cars to stop. They pass her in a blur, speeding through the night, taking no notice. You couldn’t see them, but in the corners of her eyes are frozen tears.
A car begins to slow down. Fasard pulls the fake leopard-print fur coat over her belly, hoping to hide the evidence of another innocent life that will drop into destruction. She moves quickly over to the street lamp where it’s brighter and opens the coat to reveal some more flesh while using her handbag to hide the lump.
The car comes to a dead halt and the door clicks open. Fasard jumps in. “What’s up, babes?” she says casually, with the best sexy smile she can manage.
“It ain’t nuttin’.” replies the driver as he rubs Fasard’s belly.
The rehearsed words from prostitute to squeak seem to freeze in Fasard’s throat. She had hoped in the dark of the car the squeak wouldn’t realise she was pregnant and maybe she’d get away with just giving oral sex.
Fasard braces herself. She thinks the squeak is going to kick her out of the car, unaware that he had heard a pregnant hooker was giving it up on the block and he had come to get some pregnant sex.
Still rubbing her stretch-marked, pregnant belly, he says in a whisper, “How much?”
“Erm, erm,” Fasard stutters, “suck and sex, erm twenty, and that includes anal.” She pauses and opens her legs as the caressing becomes more vigorous. She wants to tell the squeak to stop, she feels like being sick, but she hasn’t turned a squeak all night. She bites on her lip, closes her eyes, then continues while breathing more
heavily, “Or ten for just a shine.”
The squeak mumbles under his foul-smelling breath while he pulls up Fasard’s washed-out T-shirt and sucks on her huge swollen nipples.
“Hold on, hold on,” begins Fasard with a shocked expression, “you just wanna do it right here?”
“Course, man, course,” demands the squeak with his thin lips and small rodent-like eyes. He throws a twenty bill at her, pulls out his penis and drags her head towards it.
Within a few moments, his nuts are busting down her throat. Fasard swallows and pulls back; she thinks her job is over and gets ready to leave. The squeak throws another twenty bill and grabs her face for a second time.
Copyright © 2004 by Nicholas Harrison P/K/A Von Mozar
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