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  Engaging, provocative, and decadent, two lonely cousins make their own way in the world when everyone else abandons them.

  Cousins Simone and Stefan are forced to prostitute themselves to make ends meet. Stefan is disowned by his father, rejected by his peers and family, and bullied because of his sexuality until he finally gains the courage to stand up for himself. Sadly, his boyfriend is simply using him for money and romancing women on the side. Simone has a hard time making friends, and the only friends she has are cross-dressers. All they have is each other. Their friendship is the one thing that makes them feel invincible against the hatred toward them. But when everyone is dishonest about their indiscretions, friendships fall apart.

  Abnormal Lives takes readers from the despair of a life of crime to the hope and redemption of spirituality and love.

  “Abnormal Lives is a wild, freaky ride. Debut novelist, Rae writes with the passion and power of a hurricane, so turn these hot pages with extreme caution.”

  —Allison Hobbs, Bestselling Author of Put A Ring On It and Scandalicious

  “Watch out . . . newcomer Rae has turned up the heat in this sizzlin’ debut novel, Abnormal Lives. It’s one steamy, drama-filled, hilarious page-turner that is sure to set the streets on fire . . .”

  — Cairo, Author of The Kat Trap and Kitty-Kitty, Bang-Bang

  Rae resides in Richmond, Virginia with her son. She works as a freelance writer. Visit the author at Facebook.com/DomainRae.

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  This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

  © 2011 by Rae

  All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any means whatsoever. For information address Strebor Books, P.O. Box 6505, Largo, MD 20792.

  ISBN 978-1-59309-381-5

  ISBN 978-1-4516-4067-0 (ebook)

  LCCN 2011928055

  First Strebor Books trade paperback edition November 2011

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  Contents

  Acknowledgments

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Chapter 31

  Chapter 32

  Epilogue

  About the Author

  Discussion Questions

  ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

  First, thanks to Yahweh, the most high and the Blessed Mother, for giving me the strength to stay steadfast throughout this life. Thanks to Gloria Irene Johnson for always being there through all my screw-ups and never forsaken me. Now that’s love. Thanks to Kevin Johnson, without you there would be no me. Thanks to Camrian Johnson for encouraging me to follow a dream I had before he was born. Camrian, I love you, sweetie. Thanks to Tiffany Smith for her encouragement also. Thanks to Maurice Johnson for all the times he has made me laugh and the times he’s backed me up no matter what. Thanks to Marquerite Smith-McBride for just being her. Thanks to all my family who have been there for me at one time or another and have helped me raise my child.

  Hey Casey, I have a lot of family but I don’t consider a lot of them my friends. Your friendship has been a blessing to me since I was old enough to notice your presence. We’ve been friends since diapers and still will be when we hit that age when we’ll be wearing them again. Thanks to Casey Norville, I swear we should have been sisters. Arketta Claxton, thanks for your friendship. You are such a wonderful person. Thanks to Michael (who is like God) for always being there for me 24/7, for your advice, for sharing your knowledge even when it’s not what I want to hear, and for your love and protection. I love you, Michael. Thanks to Velvet Conly for encouraging me to follow my dream by embracing my beliefs and having faith everything would turn out right. I wish you all and your families the best.

  It’s a lot of chicks I was down with in the past and have lost contact with. I don’t know whether you’ve thought about me and I’m sure you don’t know whether I’ve thought about you or maybe you just don’t give a shit, but shout outs to all of you for old time’s sake.

  A big thanks to the Virginia Food Bank and Lamb’s Basket and RCAP and other such organizations for being there to help out the community.

  Thanks to William Linka at Richmond Criminal Law.

  Thanks to those that instilled in me the passion to write: James Baldwin, Iceberg Slim, Toni Morrison, and Donald Goines.

  With the greatest amount of love, appreciation and respect, I thank you all.

  The story you are about to cerebrally consume is sizzling hot. Read carefully.

  Get a cold glass of water before proceeding. Seriously, this one’s a scorcher.

  Read at your own risk.

  Caution: This isn’t the type of fiction you buy from the drugstore, so hold on to your seat.

  If you’re looking for one of those love stories—girl meets boy, they fall in love, boy showers girl with expensive gifts and at the end, they live happily ever after—you are in for a big surprise.

  If you want happy endings, read one of those Christian inspirational novels.

  If you are looking for a novel just about hot sex that you can get off on, this isn’t it. I suggest you check your Yellow Pages for an adult store in your area. They have videos that might solve that problem for you.

  This novel is about friendship, disappointments, lost love, revenge gone bad, and how tragedy can make someone turn their back on God. It’s not just about hot sex.

  Parental Advisory: Don’t leave your children unattended while they are in reach of this novel.

  Scream it down the block: Fuck fairytales, romance novels and all other forms of fuckery that screws with your perception of life and toys with your psyche.

  Aw, did I offend anyone? If so, it wasn’t intentional. Let me clear that up now because if asked about it later, I’ll just laugh.

  Now that we have covered all of the above, just dive in and read. I dare you.

  ENJOY.

  Rae

  1

  It was ten o’clock on a Friday night. Simone sat inside of the fitness center, entertaining her client, Mason. Mason was the director of the center and usually planned their meetings there after-hours. Simone sat on the edge of the hot tub wearing a pink G-string and Mason stood inside the encircling pool with Simone’s thighs resting on his shoulders.

  “My wife saw the present you gave me a few weeks back,” Mason announced proudly, as he walked his fingers up Simone’s thighs.

  Simone sighed. It’s not like it’s the first time and it won’t be the last, she thought. “Well, what did she think of it?” Simone tried not to disclose how humored she was by her remark.

  “Let’s just say she didn’t like it as much as I did.”

  The present Mason referred to was the hickey Simone had placed on the shaft of his penis. That was her trademark. Men from all over the Tri-City area contacted her to see could and would the pretty, petite, wavy-haired, fair-skinned doll baby pucker up her plump pink lips to perform the act that all of their friends and colleagues bragged about.

  Once she proved that she could and would, if they were willing to pay her fee for the priceless experience, they became loyal customers that contacted her on a regular basis to have the “O”-shaped bruise on their genitals that they held with the same regards that bikers and gangsters held their tattoos, retouched before it faded away. It had only been three weeks since she had last provided Mason with her services and there he was, standing in front of her waiting to be retouched, among other things.

  Simone liked dealing with Mason. She understood what to expect from him. He never showed up drunk or flying off of the handle as a result of hallucinogens. That was behavior she’d tolerated from the petty, low-class criminals she’d started out servicing. They would beat, belittle, and refuse to pay women in her profession after they’d romped around with them on old, pissy mattresses. Simone had paid her dues to earn the status she now held in her profession and refused to deal with that nonsense. That was one of the reasons why most of her clients were upper middle-class whites; the few that w
ere black held the same social status. The other reason for that was they were willing to pay more money. Money that the lower-class troublemakers couldn’t afford to let leave their pockets.

  Mason also referred a lot of his friends to Simone, which was good for business. Simone also liked the fact that Mason wasn’t long-winded. She could get it down as fast as she could get it up and when it was over, it was over. Mason didn’t try to stall to keep her around while he tried to have another erection. Her terms of service were, once her client ejaculated while she performed the service he’d requested, her job was done. Some of her clients had her perform one act, some paid for two or three, but after they ejaculated as the result of each service, or lost their erection, whichever came first, she was off the clock. Mason stuck to those terms. Being that Mason wasn’t what she considered to be endowed, after she finished with him, she would still be in adequate condition to service another client before calling it a night.

  What Simone didn’t like about Mason was how he never seemed to be able to put an end to his idle chitchat. Her time was more valuable to her than her services were to him. The more time she had, the more money she had the opportunity to make. She didn’t want to be rude. After all, he was a longtime customer. So she sat there in a rut while he rambled on about the weather.

  It was times like those that made her wish Stefan had come along. He had a way of nipping things in the bud. Although Mason was a huge fan of anal sex, he wasn’t one of her bisexual clients. She often heard him bash gays that attended the fitness center. He would go out his way to express how sickened he was by them.

  Simone thought Mason might have been nervous. They had been together numerous times but, for some reason, he always seemed scared to touch her.

  Simone’s legs shivered as a result of Mason’s jitteriness. She looked down at him and sighed.

  “What’s wrong?” Mason asked.

  “Nothing.” Simone removed her legs from Mason’s shoulders. “Come up here with me.”

  Mason lifted himself up on the wall of the hot tub and sat beside Simone. Simone stood up, grabbed Mason’s hands, and pulled him closer to her. She knelt down in front of him and blushed at the sight of semen seeping from his partially erect organ. “You mean to tell me you’ve been in the pool hiding this from me all this time.”

  “I wasn’t sure if you were ready for it.”

  “Oh, is that right?” Simone drooled on his shaft and gently stroked it with her hand.

  Mason stood up and began to slide his dick back and forth in her mouth. “That’s right; get it nice and wet.”

  That’s a first, Simone thought. Usually, Mason would lay there lifeless, not uttering a single word while she did all of the work.

  Simone slid her hands up Mason’s thighs and onto his hips. She thrust him forward, taking him entirely in her mouth. She could feel Mason’s dick pulsate as she secured it in her mouth and gathered saliva to create a massaging motion.

  Mason pressed his lips together and looked up at the ceiling. He hoped Simone wouldn’t notice the ugly faces he was making while she pleased him.

  Simone slid her index finger inside Mason’s rectum. His knees became weak and he plopped down on the wall of the hot tub. Simone followed his motion, never releasing her grip. Mason tugged on Simone’s weave and moaned at the top of his lungs as he reached his climax. He squirmed, unable to tolerate the overwhelming sensation he was being subjected to.

  Simone stroked his organ with her hand to quicken his release. She almost laughed when Mason stood on the tip of his toes like a ballerina and cried out with pleasure.

  “Whoo,” Mason cried out in between a series of pants. He looked back up at the ceiling and ran his fingers through Simone’s hair. “You’ve got my head spinning. If you can do all that with your mouth, I can’t wait to see what the pussy is like.”

  Simone was puzzled. For as long as she had serviced Mason, he had never asked for pussy. Ass was his thing. Mason loved the way she slid her hips down on his dick until he fully occupied her anus and rode him like a jockey. He would want it tonight when I’m on my period; just my luck, Simone thought.

  She sucked on Mason’s lip as she reached between her legs and freed her tampon into the hot tub. She straddled Mason and pushed herself down on his tool. It wouldn’t be long before he reached his climax. Simone could hear Mason’s breaths quicken as she pressed herself down on his dick harder and harder, lingering for a few seconds so he could feel the softness of her walls. In less than two minutes, Mason clutched Simone in his arms and called on the Lord.

  Stefan lay in the bed with his man, Eugene. He threw his arm over Eugene’s chest and kissed him.

  “Could you move over?” Eugene asked.

  Stefan was fed up with Eugene’s attitude. Eugene had changed since he’d landed a job. When Eugene first came home from prison, things were wonderful. They would make love all night and sleep late into the day. Eugene would beg Stefan to let him take the condom off so he could feel his flesh. But now he didn’t even want Stefan to hold him. It was blatantly apparent that their relationship was only a ploy to help Eugene get on his feet. Now that Eugene had found a job and saved some money, he didn’t need Stefan anymore and he was ready to free himself from their relationship.

  Stefan wondered if Eugene modeled the clothes he bought for him for some female when he wasn’t around. Stefan was sure Eugene was having sex with a woman in the apartment he paid the rent for. The thought of Eugene trying to impress some random chick with the things he had purchased for him made Stefan sick to his stomach.

  Eugene liked females. Stefan saw the way he looked at them. Not only did he admire their beauty, he wanted to be entangled in it, he wanted a piece for himself. He’d noticed Eugene checking out the curves on his cousin, Simone, when he’d introduced them. He never brought them around one another again. He could not trust Eugene and he realized that Simone was weak.

  Stefan attempted to kiss Eugene again.

  Eugene pulled the covers over his head. “Come on with that. I’m tired,” he grumbled.

  Life is too short for shit like this, Stefan thought. If Eugene was willing to throw away the security that Stefan provided him with over a female, then he could go right ahead. He was sure Eugene would run into some shabby whore that would fool him into believing that she was a lady. She’d be a little girl who had no clue where she was going; only what she wanted from him. She’d convince him that she was high-class when she was extremely high-maintenance. Eugene would exhaust his little savings trying to keep up with her and, when his money was gone, she would be also.

  Stefan got out of bed and put on his clothes.

  “Where you going?” Eugene asked.

  “Home.”

  “You’re not gonna fix me nothing to eat before you leave?”

  “No.”

  “Come on with that; a nigga’s hungry.”

  “You’ve got two hands; fix it yourself,” Stefan said as he opened the bedroom door and made his way down the stairs.

  “Don’t forget the rent is due next week!” Eugene yelled.

  “And don’t forget you’ve got a job now and you can pay it,” Stefan said as he slammed the front door.

  2

  Simone sat at the kitchen table, sketching a new design for the line of fashion apparel she’d dreamed of launching since she was nine. When she wasn’t servicing clients or running the streets, she was sketching lavish designs while she daydreamed about flipping through magazines and running across a few of her pieces in the fashion section. That was what she wanted more than anything. Simone and Stefan had a compilation of over twenty-five hundred designs, some of which they took the liberty of bringing to life themselves, courtesy of their grandmother’s sewing machine.

  Simone was trying to get inspiration for an outfit she’d promised to design for her friend, Paris, to wear the one night of the year when their hood hangout was transformed into an upscale nightclub for the drag queen beauty pageant. Simone could picture Paris slinking across the stage and taking the audience’s breath away as she stood in the crowd cheering him on. That’s what she would do whenever she sketched. Whether it was a beautiful woman she spotted somewhere as her day played out or an actress she saw on TV that inspired her to create a design, she’d imagine them strutting down the runway in her garment until her creation was flawless.