Tangy's Symphony by Rosa Johnson (great books to read TXT) 📖

want me to rewarm your sandwich?"
Myranda said, "I don’t mean to be so coy or blunt, but me, I need rewarming."
Tangy smiled. She always had that affect on the men and the only other woman she had in her life. She gave what she had inside: passion, delectable, tantalizing, and delicious. She love to woo her lover. Although her and muranda just had met, she could tell she was somewhat a virgin to this world of hers, and she wanted to really, without a doubt, school her.
She said: "I guess, if you have the time, it can be arranged."
She walked over to the stereo and turned on the soothing sounds of Miles Davis, turn it down a tad, kicked of her sandals, sat side ways facing Myranda, and took her right hand and began to rub her ear, then she looked at her neck and eased over and lightly kissed it. She didn’t want to rush things, she wanted to please every inch of her. She took her hand and kiss each finger softly, gliding her tongue like layering a cake with icing, each crevice at a time. Then she took her by the hands and laid her back on the couch.
Myranda only obeyed the request without regard. She kissed her forehead, glided her tongue over her perfectly arch eyebrows, then down her nose, to his lips. Ooo those lips, lips of nectar. Like a sweet peach she peck them first. She gently kissed then took her tongue and eased it in between her lips softly. She tongue her, and Myranda tongued back. They kissed, while Tangy rubbed her thighs, her stomach, her breast, and she eased her soft hands between those to Lebanon trees. She found what she was looking for.


He wasn’t having it. "No way!" he thought. He had done too much for her. He helped her repair that raggedly ass place so she could live lavishly. He cleaned the yard, and up kept the roses for her, but now she was dissing him. He wasn’t leaving without getting some kind of pay. He tried to soothe her. He said, while rising,
"Hey baby you know I love you. You know you have been the only woman I have been with since we met."
She wasn’t listening. She had heard these lame lines so many times, she could adlib with him.
She said "Look, I know you don’t understand, but I don’t think there is anything I can reward you with for your endless due benevolence, I am just tired of trying to keep you happy, and the only thing that you want is a free meal, freak in the morning and freak in the evening, me keep you supplied with cigs and clean clothes. I am not a damn slave I am a human being, and you don’t respect me. You lie to me all the time, for no apparent reason. I am tired. Do you hear me? Damn tired! Now get the fuck out of my house!"
He reached to grab her, but she had beat him to the draw she had the box cutter hidden in her pants. He never notice that she never sat down all the way, always with her legs leaning over some, to keep from putting a hole in her furniture.
She wasn’t going to allow him this time to harm her. She was tired of this instant replay that always seem to play out when she said the word no. "No, I am not having this bull tonight. And when you leave this time, don’t bring your dumb ass back here. I have tried, but no more!"

She meant it this time. She had cared for him; he was her friend, but he didn’t respect her, and no sex, nor handiman was going to take down that road again. Low self esteem or not she wasn’t playing the fool for him or no other man ever again. She was fed up with this mindset that they possessed. They wanted the world as their, but not because they earned it, but because they feel it was owed to them. "Well, I am no body's property", she thought. "The hell with lonliness. Its not so bad anyway. If I need a quickie, hell I can do it better and cleaner anyways."

She went to the front door. Opened it, look to him and said, "Bye, I don’t want to see you are hear from you again. Lose the number while you are at it."
He grinned that hideous grin, and said as he sauntered by, "I will get you bitch. I hate you. You are no different than my wife."
She pushed him, ready for battled, slammed the storm door, and locked it, then, slammed the door. Her mind went into instant replay. She wasn’t anything like his wife, she kept this shit up for years, she only gave him months. "Big difference." she thought. She went to the bathroom, freshened up, wiped his hands off of her, and slipped into a night t-shirt. She was going back to bed, and she would move on her terms the rest of the day. She checked the back door to assure It was safe, for he had the tendency to break in while she was sleeping. She had to rig her house to feel safe, if not, he probably would be standing over her bed or in the tub while she slept. She was tired of that too. Invasion wasn’t enticing or appreciated. She was tired of deleting all her numbers for fear of him calling all these people that he didn’t know to say drunken shit on the phone to them. She was just tired of being tired.
She dozed off to sleep. She dreamed of Myranda. They were on a cruise heading to Moracco. They were sipping on wine, and laughing about nothing. She was happy. She felt at peace, but then she heard her name. was she still dreaming or was she hearing this for real. She opened her eyes, sat up in bed, listening,

"Tangy."
It was someone calling her name, but how did they get in?
It was him, he had found a way in. he had climbed through the guest bedroom window. He was standing over her with a knife. He was hoofing like a animal. "You make me crazy girl. I have never loved anyone like I love you, and you just diss me like this, and you think its easy to get away from me. No, I will kill us both before I will lose you. Now get your ass up and take that shit off. I am going to give you a fucking like you’ve being needing. That’s what’s wrong with you. Yo ass being skipping out on me with that some ugly ass mother fucker, but I will find out."
She wasn’t about to cry. No she wouldn't give his ass the satisfaction. He had done enough. She reached for the phone, it was next to the bed. He knocked the receiver on the floor. She screamed,
He muzzled her mouth. He said, "He quiet bitch. I will treat you like you act,so keep acting up, and I will treat you like I use to do Lisa, I will whip your ass." He grabbed her arms, squeezing them hard.
She cried with pain,
He said, "Now who's got the upper hand?"
She hated him more now than she did earlier. She wasn’t going to allow that fear that always seem to embrace her to taut her this time. If he was going to off them, then she would just go, she had had enough of this shit called relationship anyway. Maybe this would relieve of that intense pain and turmoil that grew inside her each and every waking day.

She said, "Hurt me, no kill me, but it won’t change anything. My period is on, but you never cared about that did you you pervert?"
She saw him unzip his pants, he was erect. It was harder than she had ever seen it before, and he was huge. What the hell, her body was responding to what her eyes were viewing. It was betraying her. She said, "Please don’t." out of one breath, yet "lease beat my fucking brains out ."with the unconscious. She was going crazy.
She loved his sex. He made her hot, wet, and needy for it. He could bring out the animal in her, and even during his ranting and raving, she felt her muscle ache in her body, below, between her two cedar trees.
She was ashamed, for when he had enter her, he said, "Yeah you say what you want to with that mouth, but that body knows whos the daddy baby girl. I am it."
She wasn’t listen at this point. It was as if she had left her body. She had went somewhere mentally, yet she could feel him trying to get inside, he kept saying "Open this tight thing up, spread your legs, let me in."
She wasn’t listening. She was not going to give in, but he kissed her, her mouth responded, and she kissed back. She loved their sex, but she couldn’t stand the disrespect and the fighting all the time. She needed this. She wanted to just get it out of her head, but he won’t leave her alone, and she didn’t know how to turn the desire off.
He knew it too.
So he played with her, and toiled her with this truth. She was evil! She knew this wasn’t normal, but she was a little too embarrass and afraid too tell someone what had been happening. She had spoken out before, but took him back, so she became the fool for her community and her peers.


Dear Journal,
It seems you are my dearest friend right now. I don’t have to worry about anyone ridiculing me when I jot my private thoughts on these pages. I understand that the life clock is ticking and I don’t have a long time to find the end of the rainbow. I wonder how did Oprah or Steve Harvey did it? How did they go against the odds? Terry McMillian was my favorite author, but how did she do it? How did they find the strength to go against the rejection and the turmoil the shame?


She stopped writing. She thought she heard something. Was it her imagination or was she really hearing someone at her window? She closed up the journal. Eased out of the bed, went over to the window, eased the blinds back and look, but she didn’t see anyone.


He had stooped down. "Damn" he almost got caught. Her house was secluded from the on coming traffic, but he accidentally hit the bush, trying to get a good look at those thongs. She almost saw him. He'd have to be more careful next time. He eased around the side of the apartment, and went on the east side of the apartment building, walked back to his house. He had skipped school today. He didn't feel like listening to that crap today. Who was they fooling about get your education hype? Most of the black people in his community were either standing under some tree getting high or drunk, or they were driving their souped up rides, tinted windows in hopes of not getting busted by the five-o. He wasn't into any of that, but he had a problem. He was in love with his neighbor who is by the way 20 years his senior. He will never forget the feeling of her ass the night she