Too Salty: Ain't a Damn Thang Changed (Part 6) Read Online Free PDF Page B

thought in response. Detective F had been saying the same shit for the last couple of years. She was tired of it. "You know what, let me speak to your boss or maybe even the mayor," she challenged.
    "What the fuck you wanna talk to them about?” He placed both hands on his hips. "You know what, it don't even fucking matter. You," he pointed his finger at her, “do as the fuck I say. Do you have that? I run this shit. Now, you're going to sit your ass down and wait until I give you instructions to do otherwise." Detective F was furious. Not just because Pam was trying to go over his head, but because he still hadn't figured out how he would make Calvin confess. What he had in mind, he seriously doubted that it would work and would Pam agree. He had to think of something and fast. If Pam got fed up and disappeared, his chancing in becoming lead detective would be thrown out the window and if his boss found out what was going on, his ass would be in hot water. Detective F left stressed and Pam sat there trying to come up with a plan.
         That was a few days ago and suddenly, she felt she may have one.  Pam stood up from the chair she sat in. She looked up to the heavens. "Lord, I gotta do what I gotta do to protect my own. Please, forgive me in advance." She left out of the room to go shower. She had to do what she needed to do to get to Jazz to at least make sure that she was ok.
     
         Pam stepped out the shower fresh and clean. She went into the bedroom and applied cocoa butter gel all over her body. She slid on a pair of stretch pants and a tank top. To give her lips a shine, she applied lip balm. "Ok." She took a deep breath, opened the bedroom door, and walked out. Pam went into the kitchen, grabbed a bag of popcorn, and tossed it in the microwave. She put the microwave on two minutes and while it popped, she grabbed a bottle of wine from the fridge. She sure in the hell wished that F would have gotten her something stronger, but wine was the only alcoholic drink she was allowed to have besides beer, and she didn't drink that.  Pam got the cork screw from the kitchen drawer. Let me feel him out , she thought as she grabbed the bottle and walked out of the kitchen to the front door.  Pam, you still got it, don't trip , she coached herself right before she opened the front door. And, there stood officer Michaels, a rookie on the force. When he turned around and looked at Pam from toe to head, Pam thought to herself, Handsome . She never really paid attention to him before, but now that she looked at the 6"3, two hundred and fifty pound, muscle bound cop dressed in uniform, she had to give credit where credit was due. Oh boy , she thought as she stared into his bedroom eyes.
    "Is everything alright?" Michaels asked Pam for the second time.
    "Um yes, can you open this?" She handed h im the bottle, and then the cork.
    "Sure ." He took the items from Pam.
    "Thank you.” She stood there trying to read him while he opened the bottle. There's nothing to think about, you had plenty of dudes that were willing to pay to lay, and he don't even have to pay. Not with money, anyway. Girl, you got him . Her alter ego was all ready for the games. Pam smiled as Officer Michaels handed her the opened bottle of wine and the cork.
    "Are you cooking popcorn? Cheddar , right?"
    Pam smiled . "Right. I'm about up watch a horror movie. I think it'll help me get away from my reality.  Thanks again.” She switched as she walked away. She knew he was watching and when she turned around, it was confirmed when she caught him staring right at her ass. "Do you mind keeping the door cracked? I may get scared." She winked.
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    Two little girls sat in their window watching the kids trick or treat. It was gloomy outside. The wind blew so hard that it looked as if the trees were about to fall. "Trick a treat, smell my feet, give me something good to eat.”  Tee Tee and Le Le listened as the kids chanted. They wished their mother wasn't