Anastasia

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AnastasiaSaturday morning and my phone rings. I look over to see who it was and it’s my sister Quisha most likely wanting me to do something. Last week it was fix her pipes, the week before that fix the TV, not to mention she had her fine ass friend Alexandria over. But she couldn’t fix her lips to help me out and put in a word with her. I, Ramon, the helpful big brother was to the rescue. This time I said to myself that I wasn’t about to do shit. I let the call go to voicemail the first time. Then her worrisome ass had the audacity to call again. My guess is that she wasn’t gonna let me sleep until I heard what she had to say. So I picked up the phone on the second ring.“What you want now Quisha?”“You can’t say hi to your favorite baby sister?”“Hi baby sister. What you want now Quisha?”“Ramonnnnnnn,” she said in a long drawn out baby voice which usually ended up with her asking me how much I loved her and could I do her a “teeny lil favor.”“How much do you love your lil s*s?” Bingo, she pulled the fuckin trigger of the gun with a barrage of bullshit bullets to come.“You know I love you s*s but..”“Well if you don’t mind, could you do this teeny lil favor for me…”“No but you could do me a favor and tell Alexandria to holla back.”“See what had happened was…”Fuck that, I hung the phone clean up on her ass with no hesitation. She called back at least twice and let it go to voice mail both times. Quisha’s ass was persistant with the bullshit and in order to keep from hearing mom and dad’s mouth about how I should do this and that for her, I picked up on the second ring again. Just when I was about to form my mouth to cuss her smooth the fuck out, I heard a familiar sweet little voice that always calmed down.“Uncle Ramonnnn!”“Hey there princess, how’s my favorite neice.” Quisha’s fuckin manipulative ass went and got my weakness, her daughter, my niece Natasha. Yea, yea, call me a softie if you want but I’d kill for her with no questions asked. She’s sweet, polite and actually well-behaved for a six year old and when she was born, I was present and she seemed to cling to me bahis siteleri canlı more than her father.“I’m sad now.”“Why? What’s wrong?”“Momma’s going out with that Ricky guy again and I won’t make my ballet lesson today and I really, really, reeeeeaallly want to go.” I shook my head and listened to her almost sob. I was fuckin tired of saving my sister’s ass but this was a little girl that loved dance more than anything, so who was I to say no and to keep her from what made her happy.“Aight, unc’s got you. What time does it start?”“One.”“Ok sweetheart, I’ll come get you ok.”“Ok! Thank you Uncle Ramon, I love you!”“I love you too. Now put your momma back on the phone.” That was that bullshit, I had to be at the gym for mixed martial arts training today and we were about to take a Muay Thai basics refresher but I loved Natasha to death.“Hello?”“Fuck you. You owe me for this, big time.”“Thank…” I hung up the phone on her in mid-sentence, set my alarm and went back to sleep. At exactly 12:15 pm, I woke up, got out of bed and headed for the shower to get ready. Afterwards, I took care of my oral hygiene, grabbed my clothes, phone and keys and headed out the door. At 12:30 I pulled up to Quisha’s in my red Charger to pick up Natasha. I opened up the car door stepped out and waited for her to come out. She ran to me and jumped on me. “Uncle Ramonnnnnn! YAY” I spinned her around twice and let her into the car. I turned my back to the window and covered it up so she couldn’t see me flip her mom the bird. “I got yo ass.” As soon as I turned around and headed back to the car, I heard a man’s voice tell her fuck that weak ass nigga. I started to walk and heard Quisha arguing with him. Even though she and I sometimes disagreed, she wouldn’t let too many niggas say anything but my guess is she didn’t hear him correctly. I turned back around and took off my shades to see this brolic ass Young Jeezy wanna be.“The fuck you say bitch nigga?”“Fuck..yo..weak..ass.” This must’ve been Ricky and he was clearly drunk to come talking shit to me. I opened the car and told Natasha canlı casino siteleri to keep it locked and that I would be back in about five minutes and would get her there on time. After she locked the door and smiled I made my way into the house I got in his face.“You say somethin?”“Fuck…yo….weak..ass.” Yea this nigga didn’t know who he was fuckin with.“Aye, Quisha tell this cunt ass nigga to keep his dick sucker closed before I kick start his windpipe and piss down his throat.” He attempted to grab me and he met a foot to the face. As he started to stagger backwards, I grabbed him and kneed him repeatedly to the stomach and face before I pushed him down and started to hammer fist his face. As he tried to struggle, I ended up putting him in an armbar close to pulling his bone out the socket.“RAY! STOP! HE’S drunk!”“I don’t give a fuck if this hoe ass motha fucka was a high priest and drunk off Jesus juice, you better tell him to fall the fuck back.” I pulled my knife that I kept on me and put it close to his throat.“Fuck with me again and I’ll end yo ass hoe. Got me?” Quisha managed to pull me off of him and I left without saying a word to her. I put my sunglasses back on and a fake smile and headed back to my car and got in.“You ready princess?”“Mmmhhmmm,” she said with a beaming smile that instantly calmed me down.I cranked up the car and put in gear as I made sure she was buckled up. As the radio station came back from commercial break, “Single Ladies” by Beyonce came on. As much as I didn’t like that song, and would never be caught dead bumpin it in my ride or listening to it period it was one of Natasha’s favorite songs and it made me laugh to hear her sing. Most of the time when we rode we listened to a combination of shit liked and some of what I did, it didn’t bother me. She was happy. She gave me directions to the studio where her lessons were held. I wasn’t the ballet or dance type but I’m happy to see her do something positive. We pulled up and I opened the door to let her out. She got out and looked back at me with her brown eyes and said, casino oyna “You’re not gonna come watch me?”“Nah sweetheart, I gotta try to make the gym for my fight next weekend.”“But no one is here with me but you. Plleeeeasseeeee?” Natasha had gotten me again. I turned off the engine got out of the car and came into the studio to have a seat and watch. I walked into a building full of single moms and some attractive older women but most of them were looking for fathers for their k**s and I wasn’t down for that shit. I took a seat in the front and sat down to watch her warm up. I didn’t see a teacher so I wasn’t too sure she was going to dance. I leaned back as far as I could in the chair and closed my eyes until my phone rang. I excused myself to answer it. It was my trainer telling me about what I missed at the gym and rescheduling a session with me to make sure I was ready. I hated missing sessions and the ones I usually missed had all the good shit. As soon as I hung up the phone I noticed that a woman spoke as she walked by. Our eyes met for a second then she broke away looking down for a second then straight ahead in the class. That had to be the teacher. I didn’t get much of a glance at her body but her eyes and lips were sexy.I walked back in and took a seat and looked up. Damn she was fine as hell, micro braids down to her back, smooth chocolate skin, long, sexy legs, a nice, toned, dancers body, with medium hips and a slightly larger ass all covered by a red tight fitting shirt and tutu to match. She definitely had some of the women in here jealous especially since we exchanged flirtatious glances.“You can’t be a new student,” she said laughing.“Depends on what you teach.”“I can teach a lot, it depends on what you want to learn.”“Let’s start with a name, and your name is..”“Anastasia.”“Anastasia, like the Russian Grand Duchess.”“Yea, how did you know? People just thought my mom was drunk or something when she named me.”“World History class, our teacher claimed that one of her cousins was a decedent of her.”“And your name is, sir?”“Ra….” Right before I could introduce myself, Natasha did it for me.“Miss Anastasia, Miss Anastasia that’s my uncle Raymond,” she said hugging my leg.“You must be somebody special if you have one of my most talented little dancers hugging on you like that.”“You could say that I am.”

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