Free Too Salty: Ain't a Damn Thang Changed (Part 6) by Aleta Williams Page A

inspiration, and a muthafucka took her from him. When Jay Bo called home and Paris told him how she was beat up and damn near raped at the club where she worked, Jay Bo was hurt because he thought he should be there to protect her and he was angry with himself because he wasn't. When he got the news that Paris was killed shortly after that, he thought he was going to lose his mind.  People would say that he did if they knew how he stuck on the special unit yard and killed three inmates that were in jail for the very same thing Diesel did to Paris, rape a woman. He hated those niggas with all his heart. He wished they all burned in hell. He believed they would, but hell wouldn’t got there quick enough. It had to be Allah to grant him his freedom. Only two years after his sister died, he went up for parole and it was granted. The state didn’t know, but they fucked up.
    Jay Bo got up from the bed , walked into the bathroom, and hopped in the shower. It was almost time for the club to open. Foxxy, a chick from the club he hooked up with, told him that it was the night that GMAN, the bouncer, would be returning to work; Paris had told him about how the bouncer rushed in there and helped her rush Diesel. She told him everything.
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    “I knew the nigga was fucking with the white bitch and Jazz cousin , Yay,” she told her brother when he called. 
    “Nigga, what’s his name?” JB wanted to know.
    “Diesel, Yay momma said she thinks his last name is Kenslow.”
    “Diesel Kenslow .” He made a mental note. “Finish telling me.”
    “So , we fucking like an hour, the nigga was acting mad wild, like a fucking animal. On my brother, he hit every hole.” She paused and waited for his reaction. She and her brother were cool, they talked about everything, but she still felt funny with talking about her sex life.
    “Finish , P,” he said somberly. 
    “So , an hour in he was still at it. ‘Fuck, fuck, fuck!’ he kept shouting as he banged my pussy up.  I’m like, no, that's enough. I tried to move, but he locked his arm around my neck. I couldn’t breathe. ‘Oh shit. Oh shit...’ he grunted as he kept screwing me, and then, ‘Ahhhhhhh...’ Diesel finally busted. His 6'2, one hundred and ninety pound body collapsed on top of me. I’m like, nigga, get the fuck off me. He lifted up and I got up. My ass and coochie were throbbing. I was pissed, I start going off on his ass, you crazy muthafucka. What the fuck you on, nigga?  Don't say Viagra because you on some other shit… I swear I wanted to spit on that nigga. He pulled up his paints and was like, ‘Shut up. If you can't handle real dick, get out the business.’  I’m like, no the fuck you didn’t. I placed my hands on my hips as I watched him grab a water bottle and drink it like he had not a care in the world.  Nigga, fuck you,   I yelled, you on some shit. Ain't no way it took that long to bust, and you was acting like an animal in the pussy. I fixed my thong and bikini top. My bag was still around my wrist. I told him, I think you owe me a tip. He told me fuck me, bitch, and he didn’t owe me shit. When he said that, I went off. I asked him who the fuck is his wannabe black ass talking to like that? Just like that, Diesel’s hand went in the air, connected to the side of my face, and I flew on the couch. You know I wasn’t going out like that. I grabbed the ice bucket and threw it at his ass. I jumped from the couch and charged at him.  That nigga gave me a right, left, I couldn’t do shit but fall backward onto the table.  The way he stood over me, I got kind of scared. I start screaming for him to get the fuck out, I then spit the blood from my mouth in his face. I tried to kick him in the nuts, but I missed and that’s when the nigga back handed me. He went to hit me again and that’s when the bouncer, GMAN ran in and we jumped his ass before he got tossed out the club.”
    After listening to his sister tell him how she was damn near