Streets of New York. Mark Anthony

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СКАЧАТЬ along came Squeeze and her self esteem vaulted to new heights. Especially when he started to shower her with diamonds and pearls. At first she thought he was kind to her because she was Pooh’s little sister, after all her dearly departed older brother had been best friends with Squeeze.

      Things became sad when the potholes of street living snapped her brother’s life short. Life seemed dim then she met and fell in love with Squeeze. To Lindsay it was like having a big brother, lover and friend, all rolled in one. Squeeze never tried to replace Pooh but he was happy he had Pooh’s sister.

      “I guess hazel eyes run in y’all fam. For real, you wear it the best, baby-doll,” he smiled and said on that magical night.

      The unexpected happened in a flash; the killing of Show and the shootings at the club owned by Squeeze and Show. As if that wasn’t enough, all of a sudden she couldn’t get at Squeeze. Her constant worrying drove her straight over the precipice of hopelessness and into a funk that threatened to end at insanity. Lindsay hadn’t heard from him in such a long time she became convinced that the ride on easy street was absolutely over.

      Lindsay was certain that the relationship between her and Squeeze meant something. She knew that despite having a family out in Carnesie he would spend a lot of time with her doing fun things. Squeeze used to take her out to parties on phat yachts and they would spend nights on the town having expensive dinners in new restaurants. She went to hot places that she had only dreamt of and either seen in the movies or on television.

      Squeeze flat out spoiled her and he broke her off with exquisite sex. Blew my back out, Lindsay recalled and unconsciously she rubbed her swollen breast. She missed

      Squeeze so much that her mesh stockings gripped her tighter and she could feel the wet spot growing wider. Lindsay’s thighs involuntarily shuddered as if she was caught in a winter’s storm. We used to see so much of each other.

      Her ruminations were perplexing enough without her trying desperately to remember the last time she had felt Squeeze’s full lips on her body. Oh, how he used to make me feel so good, Lindsay’s thought continued to stray. It had been over a month now and even though all the bills were taken care of, she could still feel her body slowly awaking from the thoughts of losing him.

      Sitting in the second floor classroom Lindsay’s musings came like a drunkard staggering back and forth. Squeeze was heavy on her mind and her concern grew so strong that she could not focus on any other single thing and gave up trying all together. What’s the use she couldn’t front, school was for the birds, Lindsay told herself. Now exhausted from stressing she sighed and gave into her longing.

      It bothered her that she’d left a couple dozen messages on the voice mail to his cellphone. There had been no return calls. The sound of his voice was no longer there to provide the encouragement she needed to stay strong. There were no responses from him. Mentally she wasn’t ready to tackle the issue of whether or not something was wrong with him.

      Maybe his family found out about her and he had to lay low. Or, maybe after the shooting outside his nightclub that left all those patrons on line dead, he had to disappear for a while. She was drowning in a sea of uncertainty, where high waves dashed all her hopes against rocks. She was twisted on a love that never was.

      Lindsay felt all her energy being sapped by the bad vibe she received. Then a thought appeared in her head. She contemplated driving to his home. Squeeze had forbid her to do so. She didn’t want to violate his policy but Lindsay desperately wanted to hold on to her sanity.

      Thinking like this made it difficult for her to concentrate or participate in the various sides of the ledger activities. Accounting 101 used to be her favorite class, because it dealt with money. Lindsay liked money. No, Lindsay loved money. She kept telling herself that she didn’t want to aspire to gold-digger status. Lindsay enrolled in some classes at York College. She was the first one to do so from her family. Her mother never made it past Junior High and her brother quit school in the 7^th grade.

      Lindsay had planned to complete her studies and move on to a four year college. She wanted to eventually run her own accounting firm. Today she hated to sit in the class and couldn’t wait for the time to go by. Not wanting the professor to see her, because she knew how much he hated students who did it, Lindsay glanced at her Gucci timepiece with quickness, but the professor was aware of her moves.

      “Your bling will only carry you so far but with knowledge you will go all the way. Ms. Roberts, please explain what goes on the left side of the ledger and what goes on the right and the reason for your answer.” Lindsay held his stare for a minute and then cursed under her breath. “Yes, I’m addressing you Miss,” the professor assured Lindsay, her expression was more like a deer caught in a headlight than an attentive college student.

      “This geezer is irking the fuck outta me.” Lindsay muttered under her breath.

      “I’ll speak with you after class. If you want, right now you’re holding up the rest of those who actually care if they learn something.”

      “You the one addressing me, it ain’t like I said anything to disturb your class. And I most certainly don’t wanna speak to your ol’ ass. Humph, humph uh-uh don’t lemme act da fool up in here, ahight. Just keep on teaching and leave me the hell alone.”

      “Lindsay you’re a good student but that attitude will only cause you problems. I will not stand for your insolence! I’ll continue this discussion with you later young lady.”

      “No, you won’t.”

      “Yes I will. Now let’s move on…” the professor walked away.

      “No you will not.” Lindsay muttered under her breath.

      Lindsay sighed and spent the rest of the time nervously doodling as the professor rambled on. Nothing seems to matter today. Really, Lindsay could care less about the debit and the credit side of the balance sheet. She knew the professor was right. I should be paying attention she admonished herself. This is for me, for my brother Pooh, my mother. This is to prove that one of us could do sump’n right. But I worry so much about other things this classroom thing is difficult. My mind is stuck on one thing and it ain’t this, Lindsay reasoned.

      As much as she tried she couldn’t get out of her mind all the things had happened. Malik had been shot to death. Although Squeeze claimed that he didn’t know anything about it, she was having major difficulties believing him. When she had pressed him he got mad and screamed at her.

      Squeeze had called her a nag and things were out of hand. She had said some things she shouldn’t, called him names. Now he was staying away and she missed him. The club had been shot up and patrons were staying away so the place had been closed up. Lindsay had no way of contacting Squeeze except to visit him at home. That was out of the question, she thought.

      “Everything is balanced when debit and credit are equal. A profit is gained as your credit becomes lower…” the professor was heard saying.

      Lindsay could care less, the equation she worried most about was the one going down between her and Squeeze. She loved him and even though he had not actually said it, she believed he felt the same way about her. She missed him and wished he would stop in and see her. Maybe he would meet her in the parking lot like he used to. She was wishing so hard she paid no mind to the professor and his sarcastic goodbye.

      “Those who are able to concentrate in class may read ahead and do the examples on pages twenty-three to twenty-six. That’s only for the students who would like СКАЧАТЬ