mega star Jamaica Tiera Rochelle. Kenya was just as talented, and even more gorgeous, than her older sister. Fortunately, she was able to escape the grasp of their mother, who had been preoccupied with Jamaica. Kenya had been able to go her own way.
âSheâs coming down later,â Jamaica explained. âShe told me to give you all her love, and to tell you that she misses you.â
Jemia smiled. âWe had so much fun this summer, you wouldnât believe it! She told me that she was going to come back down this winter so that we could get some private time in, before the sorority sisters got here. Weâre all meeting here, and then heading for the beach on South Padre Island.â
Jamaica tilted her head to the side. âBeach, islands, sand, sounds wonderful.â She turned toward LaChina. âChristmas should be spent somewhere tropical.â
âCâmon, letâs get your luggage, I have a porter waiting,â Jemia told them. She interlocked one of her arms inside of Jamaicaâs, and the other inside of LaChinaâs arm.
âI have so much to tell you, and we have so much to catch up on,â Jemia told them, as she led them off in the direction of her waiting porter. âJai, what was that you were wearing on stage at the awards? It was stunningâ¦â
Chapter Three
T ameer darted left, and then reversed himself and twisted to the right. The basketball landed dead center inside of the rusted, aluminum, garbage can and rolled around noisily inside.
âYeah, boy!â Tameer shouted. âIâma take you to the hoop.â
Tameerâs smile was genuine, as was his brother Savionâs. Savion jogged quickly to the brown spot on the lawn that played host to the garbage can, and retrieved the tattered leather ball. Bouncing it rapidly on the cracked, pebble-paved street, he dared his older brother to take it away.
âCome on with it,â Savion taunted. âYou want this, come and get it.â
With that, a quick fake to the right, followed by a spin to his left, he was off. Savionâs six-foot-eight-inch height, stretched over a lanky two hundred and twenty-pound frame, allowed him to outmaneuver his six-foot-five, two hundred and fifteen-pound brother. His shot landed dead center, knocking the badly beaten garbage can over onto its side.
âYes!â Savion leaped into the air, pounding his fist.
âShit!â Tameerâs labored laugh flowed out between his heavy breaths. He placed his arm around his younger brother and smiled. âI taught you too good.â
The brothersâ laughter came to an abrupt end, leaving only their smiles, when a convertible Mustang GT pulled up. The car was magnificent.
The Mustangâs burgundy paint glistened like wet marble, while the chrome twenty-two-inch wheels sticking out from beneath the wheel wells gleamed brilliantly in the beaming South Texas sun. The Mustangâs ground effects kit included not only lowered side skirts and front and rear air dams, but a massive burgundy whale tail that added a dramatic flair to the vehicle. The car screamed money.
The two occupants were shirtless, revealing heavily illustrated torsos that were draped in gold jewelry. Their smiles sparkled brightly in the sunlight, revealing gold and diamond teeth that looked as though their teeth were worth a fortune. Raising his arms high into the air, the driver spoke first.
âWhatâs up, Tameer?â Anthony asked. âWhatâs up, Savion?â
Still breathing heavily, Tameer stepped forward. âWhatâs up, homie?â
Savion, entranced by the massive chrome rims, patrolled the carâs perimeter, examining every inch of its beauty. When finished, he peered up at the driver.
âSay, Anthony, your shit is cleaner than a mother fucker!â Savion told him.
The compliment caused Anthony to sit up a little high in his seat.
Tameer reached over into the snow-white interior of