Chapter 2: Chapter Two
It is 1:00 am in a cell that is way smaller than the average bathroom. It has an old rusty metal bed frame with an emaciated mat that they call a bed. An antiquated sink and toilet, a flimsy bookshelf, and a smaller one for a T.V.
Mike Mike is in the fetal position crying buckets of tears. Earlier that day he had gotten the news that his beloved mother had passed, may God have mercy on her soul. She had A.I.D.S. Even before she got sick she had schizophrenia for over a decade. He and his family did what they could but it was her destiny that they had to accept. Nevertheless, he felt terrible that he couldn't be there by her side to nurse her and love her. Steady crying like a baby as he begged God for forgiveness for abandoning her for the streets. He really had an epiphany how he had abandoned his whole family by being incarcerated.. Realizing how immature, shortsighted, selfish, impatient, and foolish he was. Any money or support he gave in the past from the drug game wasn't worth it. He vowed to God that he would change his way of thinking and his life. He felt less than a man for being there for them; not to mention all the immeasurable harm he did to so many other families by selling drugs. Having a single (one-man) cell was good for letting tears, pain, and prayers out.
Needing his wife, when she came around he whispered to her with watery eyes about what had pained him. Then he went to the mess hall to tell his homies for support and to convert an essential moral lesson from this. The mess hall was the most dangerous area in the prison. It seated roughly three hundred prisoners. It was so bad that officers would monitor it from cages built high on the walls. They would only raid in heavy numbers with riot gear if a fight happened. They would not rush in there to save someone's life. Out of precaution for their own safety they would wait until the conflict subsided and then clean up the mess.
In other words if you were fighting or getting stabbed you were own your own.
You better had a 'buddy system' where you would make a pact that you would watch each others back. They had some inmate who was an artist paint pictures on the wall. The analogously telling one was a colossal lion with tears running down his face. The prison was hell on earth. It made so-called tough guys cry. The real tough guys were always there with their families through thick and thin.
He went to his table where only his most thoroughly courageous buddies from Atlantic City sat. Then he had allies from all over Jersey sitting at neighboring tables.
Then Mike had suddenly stood up with tears in his eyes and said, "Yo, my mother passed away yesterday. And I feel less of a man for not being by her side. I made a vow to God, my family, myself that once I'm free; I'm never returning."
His voice was shaking as he continued to speak on his cold truth.
"I'm telling y'all right now, if you still want to be gangsters find a new circle to be around. I'm one! I'm changing my whole outlook on life".
Mike Mike returned to his housing unit. His wife came and stood at his cell and consoled him. She earnestly listened to every syllable of his broken words. She came into the cell to embrace him as he cried in her arms. Mike Mike's sister was contacted soon after by Keisha to help in any way with the funeral arrangements. They also made arrangements for him to be escorted to the funeral. He took a few hard days to return to normal.
Mike picked back up his daily schedule which was busy. There was a college correspondence course for psychology and relationship therapy. He took the prison programs like Thinking For A Change, S.E.A.L., and Toast Masters. S.E.A.L. taught how to gain employment and Toast Masters taught him all about public speaking. Also, there was no way you was keeping Mike in his cell, so he got himself a cleaning job. Mike thought a lot about life out of prison and life with his wife. He had planned to continue his schooling when he went home in hopes of becoming a relationship therapist. His lawyer had already submitted his brief. It would take eight months for the judge's decision. The lawyer was confident.
Speaking of his wife, Mike had got news that a perverted chump kept jerking off to her during count. She warned him but the punk couldn't stop himself from losing control over her body. Instead of locking him down, she lined him up for her husband to whip him real quick. Everyone knew she was Mike Mike's girl. So this was outright disrespect.
He swept his way into the pervert's cell, which his wife had obviously left opened for him. The coward popped up and Mike asked him, he said,
"Do you need a knife?"
You would've thought the pervert saw the angel of death. He said, "Nah man, I don't want any trouble, come on man baby. I didn't mean it. I won't do it again. "
Mike retorted, "I know you won't".
Then he threw a blinding triple jab followed by a Tommy Hearns overhand that fell right on his chin rattling his brain to unconsciousness. Mike Mike ran some cold water on his power hand and slapped him back to life. When Ms. J had saw 'the weasel' he apologized repeatedly and was very respectful from then on.
Deep down Mike Mike was kinda needing to whoop somebody after losing his mom. Eventually he decided to go along with his wife's suggestion of signing up for Grief Relief to help him cope with the lost. She knew he would forever be heartbroken but life had to continue. He was beginning to see himself differently. Discovering certain values that would help him improve spiritually and emotionally.
Mike Mike would give motivational speeches and questions for the S.C.A.R. program for juvenile delinquents and college students. Family members were visiting more often. He was making the best out of a bad situation.
Mike had, had two important meetings coming up with S.C.A.R. that he would attend. The first was with an older Colombian woman, who was a professor of anthropology at the prestigious Princeton University. She volunteered so Mike Mike would see her often. Effortlessly intelligent she was. She always wore a lot of makeup and short sexy skirts. Maybe the pretty thing thought she would put her sexy on for the prisoners who were doing hard time.
Mike Mike had a few highly accomplished volunteers visit him and other prisoners throughout the week. There was a Pakistani man who taught chemistry at Princeton and worked for NASA. Every Wednesday he would come teach about science, spirituality and character education. After him would be an elderly white man who taught English literature at Columbia University for thirty years. He would teach creative writing every Thursday. He was such a compassionate man and great teacher. Many I'm the class fell in love with writing. It had become therapeutic for many prisoners.
Back to the two meetings Mike Mike had coming up.The Columbian professor brought five students with her. Four females and one male. They were asking about how and the prisoners chose the life of crime. They asked about their upbringing and environment. About life in prison. Piercing questioning followed by attentiveness. Every so often they would say provocative statements that would cause the prisoners to passionately respond. They tried to dress down with faded jeans and old sneakers.
Mike Mike wasn't fooled in the least.
There was a rich glow they had that screamed money. He did appreciate their low-key gesture. Recognizing that they were intellectuals who were being groomed to be the cream of society. Mike Mike was on his best behavior and tried to be as compatible intellectually with them as he could.
He asked the male student why was he taking notes.
"What are you doing there? What are you doing with that? Are you taking notes?" He asked!
Basically they were recording data from the prisoners for their studies. It was a nice meeting because he enjoyed being around smart successful people in hopes of being successful in free society himself. It was also a measuring stick to show if he could hold his own in their circle. Afterwards they came to him to compliment him on how he articulated himself.
" What was the pivotal moment that caused you to take on a lot of crime?" One of them had asked.
Mike Mike nodded and spoke, "Let me rephrase the question for you to make it more frankly direct. What caused me to give up on myself, family and life? I was good-hearted kid. I was smart and talented. Straight A's, master of sports and my mom taught me how to sing. My father was locked up, but he was in my life, so I wasn't too down about it. My mom was my love and focus. Everything I did was to please her. As long as she was good I could deal with any other hardship. Then when I was fourteen, she had a nervous breakdown and stopped working. We wouldn't have any food in the house. Family and friends tried to help but, but that wasn't enough. It was my mom, three sisters and I. I'm still haunted by how my mom went insanely schizophrenic. It broke me to the core. I gave up on my moral values that's she instilled in me. Started selling drugs to put food on the table and pay bills. Insisted on handling guns and girls too. I knew right from wrong but I used this trauma as an excuse. I regret being weak-minded. Should have been more patient and asked for more help. I would have stayed true to me. Hurt people, hurt people".
An hour later he had a meeting with some juvenile delinquents from a youth build program. He was one of the motivational speakers.
He asked them "By a show of hands, who likes girls?"
They raised their hands, and he continued, "All of you must realize that when you do time you end up with a lot of time. Which means a lot of time without a girlfriend or wife. More importantly a lot of time without your families. We will hurt our families and communities by doing crime and time. Our mother will be son-less, siblings brotherless and our significant others, man-less. A real man is strong, patient, courageous and wise through all hardships. He is responsible and is always conscious of how his decision will affect those who love him."
Mike took a pause and looked at his hands. He squinted his eyes and gazed back at his audience in speech.
" For those of you who don't have family, know that there is still no excuse for you to give up on yourselves and life. No one understands better than you how painful its is to be without family. In light of this you should man up and work hard to established your own family so you can give them what you didn't have. I mean you say you are tough guys so fight yourselves to be better."
That concluded a full day for Mike Mike and his progressions. He and his wife had a special phone line that only he could call. Cell phones weren't as vague then. Since we're talking about back in the day (93').
I forgot to mention a fact even in this fiction. In 1993 there were no cameras on the right housing unit. They weren't installed until around 2013.
Keisha had put a phone in a distant cousin's name who lived in Florida. She would change her voice when he called do she couldn't be detected. He called her at 8:p.m.. so he could talk for an hour. Their conversation went like this:
"Peace Boo, what's good? " Mike Mike asked.
"I'm good. I just got finished cooking spaghetti and shrimp for my sister and niece. With a little salad" she replied.
"Did you save me some?" said Mike Mike
" I ate yours" she laughed.
Mike laughed and took a deep breath "God willing this appeal goes our way, so I can eat your cooking soon"
"You know I can't wait for you to come home to me. Baby can you make me feel good tonight? I'm so horny. Maybe it's the shrimp" she laughed!
He encouraged her feelings and said
"Okay I got you. I need you to get your mirror, a bowl of hot water, baby oil, your dildo, and vibrators. You can heat the water and oil up in the microwave."
"I'm going to steal my baby nieces baby oil. I'll buy her some more tomorrow." She couldn't stop laughing.
"Okay bay I have everything you said with em in the bedroom. Let's play" Keisha whispered.
Mike Mike says "Okay, we can do that. Let's do a quick stretch to relax our bodies. Make sure you take deep breaths in each position. Let's turn our necks ten times to the right and left. Twirl your shoulders ten times front and back. Weave and twist your lower back to times. Do a toe touch for thirty seconds. Split as low as you can and the squat as low as you can for 15 seconds. How do you feel now mama?'
"I feel loose and relaxed" Keisha
"Stand in front of your mirror and look how adorable you are. Are you pretty?" Mike Mike asked.
To which she replied "Kind of"
Mike Mike said "No, say you are pretty like you mean it because if you don't love yourself, who will"
"I'm pretty!" She shouted!
He continued to encourage her "Say you're gorgeous"
"I'm gorgeous!" She quickly screamed!
He guided her more with his words "lie back down in the bed and put your hands in the bowl of water. Then run your fingers through your hair and put a little water on your face and trace its features… Now take a sext picture of yourself and save it for me when I come home."
She listened and followed ever so intensely.
"I'ma need you to take your shirt off." He commanded.
"I did" she giggled
"Massage some hot oil on those beautiful breast of yours, give the whole breast attention including the nipples. Visualize me sucking and massaging them. Then take a picture of them for me." His voice swaying.
"Now oil your cute tummy and navel. Rub and massage your stomach while playing with your navel. Think about me licking all over it." He said.
Mike Mike would pause to listen to her follow his gentle and vibrant orders.
He told her "Take those shorts off and stand back at the mirror. Rub the oil over your thighs; especially your inner thighs."
"That feels good boo" she expressed.
Mike continued to guide her "Now rub and massage some hot oil over that delicious vulva and imagine that your hands are my hands"
She began to moan a bit "ooh, ooh, sssss that feels nice boo."
"Now look in the mirror and say I have a beautiful body" He said smiling
"I have a beautiful body!" Keisha repeated.
And she kept listening to Mike Mike and his progressions. He was not only the best she experienced in actual sex but also his phone sex was dominant. Above all.
He guided her to a two nice hot orgasms as he finessed her vulva just with his words.
"Play with the outer lips of your pussy for me. Massage little circles up and down your labia."
"Yeah I'm really getting hot boo" she expressed
"Now bust it open with your pointer finger and your middle finger and take a picture of it." He said "Rub your clit while whispering my name".
"Mike Mike, Mike Mike, Mike Mike. AAAH, AYY, AYY, I'm cumming boo, I'm cumming." She said as he imagined her every movement.
He himself was rock hard, and he made her pick up her dildo. They paced simultaneously in their motions over the phone with each other. She would let him know when she picked up the pace, so he could do the same.
"Now put the vibrator on your clit (head)." He said.
"Oh my god, oh my god, I'm losing my mind." She cried.
"Yeah I can hear the dildo slamming in and out of you. You are the sexiest and hottest." He was cut off by her moaning.
"OOH, AYY, AHH, I'm cumming. I love you so much. You are the best beautiful! You make me feel the happiest I ever been." She said.
Mike Mike told her" Baby in five minutes run you a nice bath and fantasize about our future together. Write down your plans for us and bring it to me."
"I will boo. I love you" she said in a light tone.
"I love you too. See you tomorrow" Mike Mike said.
Gifts
-- Gift
received Weekly Power Status
-- Power
Ranking 
-- Power
stone