“Why haven’t you called me, Sasha? Are you mad at me” Jason said with contempt in his voice.
“No I’m not mad, I just…I just,” Sasha stuttered, caught off guard by this call. I thought you were over, damn it; if you don’t
call someone, you are not interested.
“You just what? Forgot about me? I mean are you mad at me? What’s the problem?” Jason rambled on and on about why
she hadn’t returned his call.
Sasha tuned him out and began thinking how did she let him get this far? We went out a couple of times and it was all right,
but he was no keeper, no soul mate, not even sexing material. I just wanted someone to talk with, to take me out, and maybe
fake for a while at the thought of this being the one.
Sasha’s love life should have been titled The Miseducation of Sasha Freeman. Her relationships began the same and ended
the same. Meet them, date them, hump them and leave them. She didn’t like to get too involved and chances were if you
were trying to get too involved with her, you just bought yourself a deported ticket because there was no greencard to Sasha’
s heart. Back High School, after Montel, Sasha met Chris. He was the kind of guy labeled “high school sweet heart” and ,
the one to give up her virginity to. Sasha was attracted to his smile, the way he walked and his kind heartness. With him she
thought she was queen and could do anything; say anything, just act up and it would be okay. She wasn’t in love with him,
she liked him a lot and wanted to have sex, so she chose him to have sex with. What’s Love Got To Do With It, was Sasha’s
theme song. She fantasized about going to college and becoming a successful physician. Chris was her high school trophy
boyfriend and as soon as she graduated, he would be a thing of the past. Well, while in fantasyland, Chris cheated on her
and she sent him flying down her Aunt Mimi’s flight of stairs with a “how could you” kick in his back. Hurt? More like appalled
that he cheated on her before she got the chance to cheat on him.
Sasha flashed back into her telephone call with Jason who was still rambling on. In a silly voice, she said, “I’m not mad at
you. I’m sorry I didn’t return your call.”
In a desperate attempt to win her favor Jason said, “Okay, is the snow really deep outside, because I was going to come
over?”
Incredible annoyed, Sasha quickly said, “Yeah it is very deep out, you shouldn’t come over.”
“I could walk it’s not that far from here.”
Walk, its knee deep in snow, is he crazy!
Jason was in hot pursuit for her, “I could probable ride my bike.”
“NO!” She had just about had enough of this thumbsucker. “Look, Jason I …”
“It’s okay Sasha, I’ll call you back,” Jason interrupted her. “You’re not cheating on me are you?”
“WHAT!” Sasha was so repulsed.
“I’m just playing, I’ll hit you back.” Jason giggled and hung up.
About time, he finally hung up. What is going on around here? I stopped calling Jason a month ago. If he calls me back I
don’t know what to do. What a bugaboo. Imagine if I did give him some. Sasha thought, no more picking up men at the gym.
After hooking up the phone to the Internet so it would tie up the phone line, Sasha turned on the slow jams and walked into
her bathroom. The shower was running and the steam fogged up the mirrors. She could see Damon’s figure through the
champagne-colored shower curtain. Should I?
Before she knew it Damon had opened the shower curtain and swept her up into the shower still wearing her lavender lace
satin nightgown. She threw her arms around him and bounced into his arms wrapping her legs around his waist. She kissed
him softly, before he could open his mouth. He tongued her back, ripped her nightgown off and threw it over the curtain
railing. Damon began kissing her all over. Sasha wanted to burst when he cupped and sucked her nipples. Her wetness
seeped from her rooter to her tooter as she felt Damon’s mercury rising. With one hand he held her up; with the other he
closed the shower curtain. They dreamt and melted in each other’s arms, as they made love for the rest of the night.
The next day it was still snowing outside, schools were cancelled and stores were closed. The hospital was open though,
and Sasha had to be there in three hours. Damon made her a vegetable and cheese omelet with toast. He knows exactly
what a women needs; pampering, good conversation, and great sex. If he could stop being such a ladies man, Damon would
be a keeper. Who was Sasha kidding though, she liked their arrangement. Damon wasn’t boyfriend material. He satisfied a
hungry woman’s belly, but not a dying woman’s last request. He had his own thing going on, no matter how much he denied
it. Sasha knew he saw other women, but hell, she saw other men. However, she wasn’t that dishonest about it. From the
beginning she told Damon, that she didn’t want him to be her man, just a good friend. In other words, her Fuck Buddy. He
didn’t have to lie to her. However, he swore up and down that she was his wifey. Well, that game can get tiring quick, so she
consider herself, occupying time and space in an empty heart. She adored Damon. What they had filled her needs for right
now. She worked almost fifty hours a week trying to advance her career as a Obstetrician, so she really didn’t have time for
all the loving and nurturing a relationship needs. She figured his game was to show you off and to make you think that you’
re his one and only. She could look into his eyes and swear all he saw in her was a pretty face, he didn’t really see her.
His feelings didn’t run that deep. Instead, she thought he saw her as a commodity: He just has to have a badass girl. Sasha
played along with it for now, but like she said that can get tiring.
By the next the morning, the snowy road had turned into dirty slushy mush and huge piles of plowed snow. After working
overnight, the first sight of daylight is kind of confusing. You think you’re supposed to just be waking up and then realize you’
ve been up for sixteen hours.
Sasha just wanted to reach the train station because she had forgotten her scarf and could feel the chill going down her
neck. The cold wind smacked her in the face, reawakening her. Its days like this she missed being in Florida where she
went to college. It was warm in January. A scarf and boots were not needed.
Boston was always cold in the winter. She got spoiled while away at Florida A & M. The hurricanes in Florida were ridiculous
though. That was one of the reasons she returned home to Boston.
The other was her family. I wonder if Raymond made it home last night? Sasha thought. She worried about him all the time.
She tried not to mix business with family, but it never works. She agreed to let her brother, Raymond, rent her upstairs
apartment in her two family house in Jamaica Plain, but on the condition he not stay there too long. She loved her brother,
but even more when he was away. As kids they bickered like any other sister and brother, and he knew how to irritate her.
But he promised not to do that anymore, along with a laundry list of life according to Sasha Freeman. It’s been working out
so far. He hasn’t brought any drama, like after their parents passed away.
Raymond left his life of misdemeanors and would be felonies after he met Coach Wood in high school. He was Raymond’s
father figure from then on and Coach mentor Raymond to become a better man. Showing him how to redirect his anger of
losing his parents to something useful like sports. He tried to get as close to his hoop dreams as possible. Basketball
seemed like his only way out. Dreams of a million-dollar house, a million-dollar car and million-dollar girl seemed to be the
only motivation for young men not interested in the academic path. Raymond loves the game because the game let him
escape whatever he was running from. The thought of all that fame and glory soothed any other bad feeling that crossed his
mind. Finally Raymond realized the hoop life wasn’t his heart, it was his safe point. Now he doesn’t completely have that
dream any more, but he can see it through someone else’s life, and feel safe. He coaches a middle school basketball team
at the recreation center in Roxbury and hopes he can do for some young lost boy what Coach Wood did for him.
By the time Sasha reached home, there was a policeman, an ambulance and Sasha’s new VW Passat parked in front. I know
I wasn’t robbed… Her heart dropped, Raymond. She rushed up the stairs to her apartment following a trail of blood to the
top. Her heart was pounding. All kinds of thoughts ran through her head.
It seemed like she had ran a marathon, out of breath, she still shouted, “Officer, I live here. What happened, where is my
brother?”
The officer replied in a sneer voice, “So he is your brother.”
Sasha’s face didn’t hide her bewilderness. “Officer…”
He took his finger and pointed toward the back porch. She walked slowly as though afraid to move. She didn’t notice that
her place was trashed. She didn’t notice that the draft came from a broken window. As she reached the back porch, three
officers stood around her brother. There he sat head bent to his knees, hands behind his neck and handcuffs around his
wrists. The police had Sasha’s brother shackled on her back porch wearing just a t-shirt and jeans in the middle of winter!
Raymond looked up at her and said, “I tried to stop him.”
One of the Officer standing over read Raymond his rights, “You have the right to remain silent, anything you say or do will be
held against you in a court of law…”
Sasha busted in between the two officers standing over her brother. She was on out of control with anger. “What the hell is
going on? Why is my brother under arrest?”
The Officer was pissed off Sasha pushed through them, he grabbed her arm and man handled her back off the porch into
her dining room. “Ma’am, I’m going to have to ask you to restrain yourself. This is official police business.”
The Officer pulled Sasha’s arm behind her back, but she didn’t care if he was a policeman or not, she mangled her way,
trying to get out of his tight, grip. “Get off me, are you crazy! I will have your badge for this.” Her heart pounding, her fist
were tightly balled like rocks, she was ready for war. “Get your hands off me.”
“Ma’am, you need to calm down.”
Raymond didn’t like the way the officer was handling his sister, he jumped up while the officer was officer’s mid sentence of
reading him his rights. “Get your fucking hands off my sister.” He pushed through using his torso still cuffed with his arms
behind his neck. The officer reading his rights fell back against the glass pane sliding porch doors. The third one standing
furthest from Raymond unholstered his weapon, flicked off the saftey and aimed it at the back of Raymond’s head.
Sasha terrified saw him and screamed, “NOOOOOO!”
