A Project Chick by Nikki Turner Read Free Book Online

intense."
    Taj didn't even want to comment. He didn't want to discuss the subject any further, because as far as he was concerned, his sister was off limits to Lucky. Lucky was good for, and could be trusted, to pull off heists for him and to send him drugs while he's in the inside, but over all he was a knucklehead. Lucky was not the pick he had in mind for his priceless sister.
    As soon as Taj was ready to give his response, the guard annoyingly interrupted with his loud, deep voice.
    "Two more minutes." At that point, Taj gave his love to his sister, told them both when he was going to call and before he hung up the phone, he pointed at Luck and said. "Don't make no moves, because this ain't over yet." As they walked to their respective cars, there was a guy riding by on what looked like a child's bicycle and a book bag on his back. "What up Luck. I got some VCR
    movies fresh from the movie store."
    Lucky smiled and looked in the bag and pulled out the tapes he wanted. He looked at Tressa. "Come and get whatever tapes you want."
    She softly said. "I don't have a VCR, its broken." He looked surprised. "Don't worry, I'll get you one. Just pick the movies you want."
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    She selected a few tapes that she wanted, but he knew she wanted more. So, Lucky just bought the whole bag from the guy. Lucky paid the dude in cash, but only because Tressa was there. Any other time he would have exchanged some coke or dope for the tapes. He asked Tressa if she was hungry and she said no. He gave her $50.00 to pay for her and a girlfriend to have dinner when she did get hungry.
    Later that night, Lucky called and asked if it was OK
    for him to stop by with the VCR's that he had gotten her.
    The VCRs were still in the box. He had bought one for her living room and one for her bedroom. He hooked them up and told her to put in a movie. She chose the classic Ghetto Spoof, " I'm Gonna Git You Sucka ".
    As they watched Keenan Ivory Wayans act a fool, they both laughed hysterically and continued to watch more movies. When they finally noticed the time, it was 5:00
    a.m. Lucky grudgingly left that morning, but everyday thereafter, he started making all kinds of excuses to visit Tressa, and he always came bearing gifts.
    After a few weeks went by, Lucky came over late one night after a long night of gambling. He called when he was in her parking lot and asked for a favor. He needed to come in and get a good night's rest in her other bedroom. Other bedroom my ass , she thought. But she agreed and asked if she could use his car. Tressa was pushing a 1985 short body, style Buick a.k.a. "baby 98", that looked like a drug dealers car. It had over 200,000 miles on it and was always giving her one problem or another. Without any hesitation, he handed over the keys and went into his pocket and gave her a crisp $100.00 bill. "Drinks are on me tonight." Out of all the times she had seen him before, at that moment and for the first time, Tressa really looked at Lucky, this man was fine!! This was the first time that she realized that Lucky was handsome. Lucky had a sensually dark brown complexion with two open-faced crown gold teeth spaced apart. One was on his front tooth and the other was a tooth over. His teeth were gleaming white. He had a fresh haircut, round up and all. His lips were soft and full and he had the longest jet-black eyelashes. He stood at 5'9, weighed about 175 pounds and his very holdable waist was a 34. He wasn't a big dude, but his 35
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    deep voice and gull carried much weight. He wasn't wearing anything fancy, just some black basketball shorts and a Michael Jordan T-shirt with the new Jordan's that just came out that very day. She glanced below to check out his package, and saw the imprint of his manhood sticking out a little bit and curving a little to the left. Damn, he's packing, she thought to herself .
    When Tressa completed