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Pamela Anderson and Kid Rock to divorce 44 minutes ago


They said it wouldn't last....And it didn't.


LOS ANGELES - Pamela Anderson and Kid Rock each filed divorce papers Monday seeking to end their marriage of less than four months. Anderson's representative would not comment on the reason or any particulars of the divorce. Anderson and Rock, whose real name is Robert Ritchie, each cited "irreconcilable differences" in their divorce filings in Los Angeles County Superior Court.

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"Yes, it's true," Anderson wrote in a brief statement on her Web site. "Unfortunately impossible."

A message left with Ritchie's attorney wasn't immediately returned.

The relationship

MIKE TYSON

I googled Mike Tyson's quotes, and got these sayings. There is a disturbing video that Mike has out on You tube that supports my claims of Mike madness. Mike Tyson is deeply disturbed, he facinates me, with his insanity.

"I'll fuck you 'til you love me, fagot!"

“[He] called me a ‘rapist’ and a ‘recluse.’ I’m not a recluse.”

On Lennox Lewis

"Lennox Lewis, I'm coming for you man. My style is impetuous. My defense is impregnable, and I'm just ferocious. I want your heart. I want to eat his children. Praise be to Allah!"

"My main objective is to be professional but to kill him."

"I want to rip out his heart and feed it to him [Lennox Lewis]. I want to kill people. I want to rip their stomachs out and eat their children."

On Evander Holyfield

"You got nothing coming, man. I'm going to enjoy this fight."

After biting Holyfield he said, "This is my career. I have children to raise. I have to retaliate. He butted me. Look at me. My kids will be scared of me."

"I felt Holyfield was using his head illegally. I told the referee I wasn't getting any help, so I went back to the streets. I cannot defend it, but it happened."

On Razor Ruddock

"You're sweet. I'm going to make sure you kiss me good with those big lips. I'm gonna make you my girlfriend."

On Tyrell Biggs

Tyson on Tyrell Biggs' complaining to him about low blows "Low blows? Low blows? Huh! Motherf**ker you're fittin' to die!"

"He was screaming like my wife."

"I could have knocked him out in the third round but I wanted to do it slowly, so he would remember this night for a long time."

On His Wife

"I paid a worker at New York's zoo to re-open it just for me and Robin. When we got to the gorilla cage there was 1 big silverback gorilla there just bullying all the other gorillas. They were so powerful but their eyes were like an innocent infant. I offered the attendant $10,000 to open the cage and let smash that silverback's snotbox! He declined

...AND MARLBORO CO AUTHORED HER BOOK

So I'm chatting with a friend and she informs me that she's back to smoking. I'm like WTF? She took a week long hiatus from smoking and developed writers block. Okay. Me being a non-smoker tried to explain to this woman that Marlboro doesn't write her stories, so she's not blocked because of smoking. And I used my clinical psychologist voice on her too. It didn't work. She went back to smoking and pumped out 10k that day, she and Mr.Marlboro Man have been writing in a smokey haze ever since, so for real, should the Marlboro man get half her royalities for serving as her motivation? After all, she has admitted herself, she couldn't have done it with out him.

Lea
Love ya Blacque, Smooches

GAS PRICES2

Okay, the cost of gas has gone up this week. Who here is surprised? LOL.


Lea

BACK FROM THE BLACQUE

Layne Blacque is now back, and she has dumped her boy toy; cleared her head from her foggy haze and writing in her Layne Cave. Interview at my blog coming soon.



Lea

DIDDY AS 007 WOW!!!

Can you imagine P.Diddy as James Bond? Well,I say 'gon' on w/ ya bad self'. Who'd thought hip hop would take him so far? Here's the article:



Diddy says he wants to be the first black James Bond

11/03/2006 2:00 PM, Yahoo! Music
Dotmusic

Diddy says he wants to be the first black James Bond. The rap star put himself forward for the role at the MTV Europe Music Awards in Copenhagen last night.

Diddy, who's only previous acting role was in Monster's Ball five years ago, said: "One day the time will come for a black Bond, and hopefully I can audition for it.

"It's a dream of mine to play a great role like that," he admitted before insisting he was the man to keep Bond fans entertained should he get the part in the future.

However, Diddy has backed new 007 Daniel Craig, who takes a bow as in Casino Royale later this month.

He said: "I love the Bond they have now. He's a great actor and I think they made a great choice."







I say, Good for you P.Diddy.

I'm out

Lea

HOMELESS: BUT I GOT A JOB!!!

I'm watching the news and it's talking about the rise of individuals with jobs and are homeless. Isn't that almost an oxymoron? Apparently not since the working class is becoming the fastest growing group of homeless. Whatever happened to the days where if you worked hard, you were rewarded with great things: A house, cars, boats, etc...? Now if you have a great job you're rewarded with: A roof over your head and hopefully some cable. This is bananas. I live in a state where the minimum wage is under $6.00 and hour. How can you honestly expect a grown adult to survive off of this, especially if that adult has a family? Why do Americans have to work 3 jobs, or 1 job and a hustle, to survive? Something's wrong here, and we need to do something about it before this trend of the working homeless becomes a larger problem.
I wonna hear your take on this.

Holla back
Lea

IN THE NEWS

It's messed up stories like this to make me thank God that I live in the U.S.:


KIRKUK, Iraq (AFP) - Gunmen broke into the house of an Iraqi women's rights campaigner and shot her dead in front of her three children, police have said.


Human rights activists say the lives of women in Iraqi society have worsened dramatically since the US-led invasion of March 2003, amid a general break down in law and order and the rise of conservative Islamist militias.

Captain Imad Khudhir of the Kirkuk police said Saturday 38-year-old Halima Ahmed Hussein al-Juburi was killed late on Friday by 10 unidentified attackers who broke into her home in the northern town of Hawijah.

"We do not know the motive behind the crime," he said.

Juburi was the head of the Human Rights organisation of Maternity and Childhood in Hawijah, a lawless town in an area plagued by violent Sunni insurgent groups.

Her husband was not at home at the time of the attack.

Professional women and rights campaigners are often targeted by conservative Islamist groups who adhere to a strictly traditional view of women's role in society and use violence to drive women out of public life.

These are some mean M.F'ers to have done something so cold and heartless. And the police claims to not know the motive behind the crime??? Okay...
Dear God pray for that nation and it's occupants, and especially this woman's family.



I'm out.
Lea

VOTE FOR GAS!!!

As the Mid-term elections draws near(Nov.17 for Floridians), I've noticed that the gas prices are going down. I wouldn't be such a conspiracy theorist if the prices starting going down like in Aug. Floridian's have been paying tripple their usual gas prices since Ivan hit back in Sept. of 2004; so now the govt. wants to lower our gas prices? Thanks, but I my mind about our govt. hasn't changed.


Oh well, we'll see what happens.

lea

FOR THE LOVE OF KIRA

My book For The Love of Kira is out!!! I am so excited.








For The Love of Kira by L.T. Rashard
Genre: Contemporary/Multicultural
Cover Art by Jinger Heaston
Read an Excerpt
About the Author
Length: Novella
Rating: Tidal Wave


After Leslie finds out that a sexual predator her daughter, Kira, had met online was stalking her, Leslie decides to enlist the help of the only man who can help protect her daughter: Antoine Mardrice, her daughter's father.


Antoine is rich, handsome and single. His life was uncomplicated until his mortal enemy struts into his office needing his help protecting a child she claims is his. Now his seemly uncomplicated life is very complicated, thanks again to Leslie.


Lies broke them up, but will the need to keep their child safe be the push Leslie and Antoine need to bring them back together?

An Excerpt from For the Love of Kira

by L.T. Rashard

Antoine hadn’t had time to respond to Daisy before the object of his nightmares walked into his office. The she-devil was even more enticing at thirty-three than she had been at age seventeen when he’d last seen her. He had often dreamt of the day that he’d meet up with her again—preferably at a function where he was donating money to someone less fortunate, and she was the recipient. He would then make her squirm for the money she needed, while he smiled at her misfortune. Shame, she didn’t look destitute. In his fantasy she was fat with about six kids surrounding her and one hanging from her sagging breasts.

How far from accurate was he. The object of his hate was about five foot six inches of curves. Her sheer cream top was open in the front exposing creamy golden skin and full breast, firm and supple enough to entice without the aid of a bra. A thick black belt held the garment closed, while a long beaded necklace hung loosely around her chest area, keeping her from exposing too much skin. She wore green knee high baggy cargo pants that clung to her narrow hips, leaving a space between the hem of her shirt and the top portion of her pants, to expose a small waist, and a tone, flat abdomen. Looking further down her body, he took note of long slim legs, which seemed to go on forever. She wore green beaded high-heeled open toed sandals that laced up to her muscular calves, making her ankles look delicate and alluring. Even her toes were sexy. She wore an American manicure with the tips painted black with diamond studs on them. He knew that when he made love to her again, he would pay special detail to her feet.

Shaking his head, he looked up into her big golden brown eyes.

“Now I have to say, I am completely surprised by your visit. What do you want?” He asked, looking her up and down, not even extending the courtesy of asking her to take a seat, or even standing to welcome her in. He just sat back comfortably in his desk and assessed her openly.

“I need your help.” He watched her full luscious lips move, instead of concentrating on what the mouth was saying.

He shifted in his seat, suddenly uncomfortable at the direction in which his thoughts were taking him.

Lust.


Happy Reading.

Lea

WTF???A SPECIAL KINDA EVIL

What in the hell is going on? With the recent shootings at schools, pedifilers are going plum mad, and politicians too busy trying to cover up their perversions rather than step down and address the problems I'm afraid for my family and yours! I wonder if we as a nation, are going to hell in a Marc Jacob handbag. Who and the hell wants to hurt little children? This woman in this story, is going to hell on a concord flight, because it takes a special kind of evil to do this:




Police: Suspect Says She Stole Fetus, Drowned Kids
Search For Missing Children Of Dead Pregnant Mom Ends Tragically
(AP) EAST ST. LOUIS, Ill. A woman accused of killing a pregnant woman and her fetus told police she drowned the woman's three young children and stuffed them into a washer and dryer at their apartment, an official said Sunday.

Preliminary autopsies on the dead children Sunday appear to show they were drowned, Ace Hart, a deputy St. Clair County coroner, told The Associated Press.

As of Sunday, Tiffany Hall, 24, had not been charged in the children's deaths, but prosecutors on Saturday accused Hall of killing their mother, Jimella Tunstall, 23, and her fetus. The fetus had been cut from her womb, authorities said.

According to Sunday's autopsies, there were no signs of physical abuse or trauma on the children -- ages 7, 2, and 1 -- and toxicology tests were pending "to see if they were poisoned or possibly drugged," Hart said.

"They were not drowned there in the wash machine," Hart stressed.

On Sunday, the community turned to prayer to understand the slayings at a service for the slain family.

"This is an opportunity for people to turn to God," said Debra Kenton, a member of the New Life Community Church. "Who else can explain things like this?"

Authorities suspect Tunstall was slain on or about Sept. 15.

That day, Hall summoned police to a park, saying she had given birth to a stillborn child, Hart said. She was arrested after she told her boyfriend during the baby's funeral that the baby wasn't his and that she had killed the mother to get it, authorities said.

Tunstall's body was found Thursday, and authorities began a furious search for her children. Police said the children were last seen with the Hall on Monday.

Authorities had visited Tunstall's apartment Friday but noticed nothing amiss while looking for photographs of the children for media outlets to publicize in their search, Hart said.

While in custody, Hart says, Hall told investigators she killed the children at another location, then hauled them home and hid them in the washer and dryer.

Hall said he understood why investigators may have overlooked the children during their previous trip to the apartment. "Who would be looking in the washer and dryer?"

By Saturday night, Hart said, "you could find them by the smell."

The oldest, 7-year-old DeMond Tunstall, was found in the dryer and the younger two children — 2-year-old Ivan Tunstall-Collins and 1-year-old Jinela Tunstall — in the washer. Two of the children were found nude, the third wearing only underpants, Hart said.

Hall remained jailed Sunday on $5 million bond, charged with first-degree murder in Tunstall's death and with intentional homicide of an unborn child.

Meanwhile, stuffed animals continued to mount outside Tunstall's apartment, its door crisscrossed with white evidence tape. There was a white teddy bear, and a stuffed race car with DeMond's name.

An autopsy showed that Jimella Tunstall bled to death after sustaining an abdominal wound caused by a sharp object, believed to be scissors, Hart has said. Authorities believe her womb was cut open after she was knocked unconscious.

Relatives say Tunstall grew up with Hall and had let her baby-sit her children. Hall has two children of her own. Illinois State Police Capt. Craig Koehler said they are "safe and sound."

Hall likely will be arraigned Monday on the two charges, each carrying a 20 to 60 years or life in prison, prosecutors said. The murder count could be punishable by the death penalty.

DNA tests should determine definitively whether the baby was the one Tunstall was carrying, Hart said.

IN THE NEWS

Crocodile Hunter, Steve Irwin is dead. Associated Press reports that he died of a wound to the chest by a stingray, while diving. Sad, I'm gonna miss him.

Someone stole Iraq's best soccer player. Why?

God bless the families in Russia who has lost their loved ones in the terrorist assault in a school.

God bless the 6 souls that died in a Chicago fire because they didn't have electricity so they used candles for light. The house caught on fire. Victims were children ranges in ages from 3-16. God bless the family. There were three survivors.

ABU RANA, terrorist leader was captured and he's singing like a bird! It's amazing how these monsters are so dreadful and dangerous, until they are caught. Then they become punks.

Lea

IN THE NEWS

I Pray that they catch the killer of the little angel, Jon Benet Ramsey. She deserves to have her murder solved.
I am however bugged that the media is doing so much coverage on her, God rest her soul, and the pervert claiming to have killed her, and not on pressing issues, like Iran's giving the middle finger to the U.N. about creating a nuclear weapon. Or the fact that Russia and China are basically saying 'What's the big deal? Let them make a Nuclear bomb.'
Or how about the media covering stories about how we are suppose to handle military persons forced to do their 3rd, 4th, and 5th tour in Iraq? Or the batallions who were scheduled to come home this week, but were just told that they have to stay at least 4 more months!!! Why isn't the media addressing the long term psychological impact that this will make.
Ohhh got one for ya: How about the media focusing on the academic achievements of young students today? Children are doing better in school.
Or the media can report on how to save money during this sluggish economy.

And if you want to be a victim's advocate, how about the media focus's some of it's attention on this nutjob Karr, and redirect it on a little brown, black, or Asian child that is missing, or dead and need media coverage to solve it's case before it becomes cold. Or to reopen it w/ new clues if it is.

But then, I may be asking too much.

Lea

THADIUS

I have to say, BellSouth has the best customer service I've ever used, hands down. So I was complaining about something(really can't remember), and this guy, actually, his name is Thadius, from Bellsouth, helped me with not just my problem, but with another problem that I was having, all the while he was really curtious.
So, I want to take this time out to say "Thanks Thad", you've done well.

Lea

BACK TO SCHOOL

School is now back in session and I am sooo excited! I've made it through another summer, Praise the Lord!

Now, this wouldn't be a typical L.T. blog with out mentioning some of the things that I've observed that has bothered me.
J1, my eldest daughter, is in the 8th grade. That's middle school. Middle school doesn't look the same since I've entered middle school over 2 decades ago(sheesh, has it been that long?)
These days, they have, amazon's and linebackers, in the 6th,7th, and 8th graders. It has to be something in the water.
Also, a lot of these young boys and girls have a blatant disrespect for themselves and others. They curse like sailors(I know, I was in the Navy)and a lot of them are just very obnoxious. (And she goes to an excellent middle school academically).

As I'm looking around the middle school, I notice a lot of young girls in the office. No need to explains why, it's obvious. They are in violation of the shcool's dress code. Young girls who think it's appropriate to come to school with skirts so short they look like belts!
Now, I don't blame the children, they are, after all, children. I blame the parents for buying these items. Maybe I wouldn't be so peeved if the kids looked destitute. You know, the theory: They have nothing else to wear.
No! These girls were shiny and new.

Now, being a mother of 3, I can't play ignorant to what's going on. I just wondered when parents stop being the ones in control and started becoming servants to the demands of our precious children?

Holla back,
Lea

LANCE BASS

Lance Bass former member of the boy band "NSYNC" has announced that he's gay and in a good relationship. Is anyone surprised by this news? Are we as a society so far behind that individuals has to deny who they really are to appease us into buying what they are selling? I don't think so. However, I maybe wrong about this, because I am one of these individuals who believe that racism still exits in America and especially in the world.
But Whoo is me. Good luck Lance, I hope the best for ya.


Lea

UPDATES

My contest is now closed, however, I want to take this time to thank each individual for taking the time out to submit. Shiree McCarver is our winner.Congrats Ree. The new name is: For The Love of Kira.
Now, my new book, Jinger with a "J" is coming soon. My favorite cover artist inspired it, so thanks Jinger. Also, instead of a Prelude to the book, I've created an online diary for Jinger which will lead up to the book.
http://jingers-diary.blogspot.com
Come and check it out.

Lea

*CONTEST*

I'm in need of a name for my book and I need your help. I'll be
taking suggestions of names for my upcoming book currently titled
Reunited(i'm cringing w/you about the name). I needed to go to
contract so I picked something real quick. I'll change the book name,
but I need your help. I'll be accepting name entry's today for my
yahoo members, next week for the public. I'll narrow the selection
down to 5 titles. The five individuals picked will have the title's
they've suggest posted for the group to vote on, July 2. The polls
will close July 5. The winner will receive a Mary Kay for Him basket,
and other goodies worth at least $80.
So, tell your friends, bring your man, and enter to win.
Good luck and happy reading.

Blurb:

After Leslie finds out that a sexual predator her daughter had met
online was stalking her Kira(her daughter), Leslie decides to enlist
the help of the only man who can help protect her daughter: Antoine
Mardrice, her daughter's father.

Antoine is rich, handsome and single. His life was uncomplicated
until his mortal enemy strutted into his office needing his help
protecting a child she claims is his. Now his seemly uncomplicated
life is very complicated, thanks again to Leslie.

Lies broke them up, but will the need to keep their child safe be the
push Leslie and Antoine need to bring them back together?


CHAPTER ONE

Antoine sat the phone back on its cradle and cursed; another damned
rejection from Nina. He didn't know why he was so determined to get
her, since it was apparent that her only interest in him was his
merchandise, and nothing else. From what he'd heard, and witnessed
for himself, her boss Adrian Constantine was the only person she was
interested in. Damn shame.
He buzzed his secretary. "Daisy, can you give me Nina James' number.
Not the one at Constantine Inc. I need her personal cell-phone
number."
"It'll take me a minute; however, you have a Ms. Jackson here to see
you."
"Who?" He asked annoyed. He knew in his gut that the person that
Daisy was going to name was the woman who was responsible for his
mistrust in women. Actually, that she-devil didn't deserve the title
woman; `Bitch' was a better description of her.
"I don't know of a Ms. Jackson. At any rate, I am busy. Tell her to
make an appointment, preferably with someone else; a junior salesman
maybe." He stated in short, clipped words, clearly annoyed by the
interruption.
Daisy looked at the woman and what had to be her daughter, and her
boss' and decided to make a judgement call.
"Antoine, I think you better make time for this one. Clear whatever
you have scheduled, and see Ms. Jackson immediately. As a matter of
fact, I'm sending her in right now."
"Daisy! I said that I don't have time for…." He was cut off with a
loud buzzing sound.
"Right through that door Ma'am. Wait here with me, Sweetheart." Daisy
said to the young lady accompanying the woman. She knew that whatever
information her boss was about to receive was going to be a shock to
him and this young lady didn't need to be witness to it.
"Thank you." Her mother said and went into the office, closing the
door behind her.


* * * * *

Antoine hadn't had time to respond to Daisy before the object of his
nightmares walked into his office. The she-devil was even more
enticing at thirty-three than she had been at age seventeen. He had
often dreamt of the day that he'd meet up with her again—preferable
at a function where he was donating money to someone less fortunate,
and she was the recipient. He would then make her squirm for the
money that she needed, while he smiled at her misfortune. Shame, she
didn't look destitute. In his fantasy she was fat with about six kids
surrounding her and one hanging from her sagging breast.
How far from accurate was he. The object of his hate was about five
foot six inches of curves. Her sheer cream top was open in the front
exposing creamy golden skin and full breasts that were firm and
supple enough to entice without the aid of a bra. A thick black belt
held the garment closed, while long beaded necklaces hung loosely
around her chest area, keeping her from exposing too much skin. She
wore green knee high baggy cargo pants that clung to her narrow hips,
leaving a space between the hem of her shirt and the top portion of
her pants, to expose a small waist, and a tone, flat abdomen. Looking
further down her body, he took note of long slim legs, which seemed
to go on forever. She wore green beaded high-heeled open toed sandals
that laced up to her muscular calves, making her ankle look delicate
and alluring. Even her toe were sexy, she wore an American manicure
with the tips painted black with diamond studs on them. He knew that
when he made love to her again, he would pay special detail to her
feet. Shaking his head, he looked up into her big golden brown eyes.
"Now I have to say, I am completely surprised by your visit. What do
you want?" He asked, looking her up and down, not even extending the
courtesy of asking her to take a seat, or even standing to welcome
her in. He just sat back comfortably in his desk and assessed her
openly.
"I need your help." She was saying, however he was watching her full
luscious lips move instead of concentrating on what the mouth was
saying.
He shifted in his seat, suddenly uncomfortable at the direction in
which his thoughts were taking him. Lust. This bitch was walking
lust, and he, being a red-blooded male, was not immune to her charms.
"Are you listening to me?" Leslie asked, her eyes bore into his and
her voice rose in volume.
She was standing with one leg out and her hands on her hips. She
sure looked irked, but he didn't give a damn. She had her nerve,
coming into his office, looking like a golden goddess, asking him for
a favor, when he was certain she was the devil in the flesh.
"No, I wasn't listening to you. I was wondering why you've decided to
dye your hair blonde, after stating that black women shouldn't wear
such a hideous color. But I guess that was one of your lies too?"
"I'm not here about my hair color, Antoine. I need your help, and at
this point, I'd do anything to get it, even endure your insults.
However, I'll ask that you save them until you've heard my dilemma."
He noticed how she shifted the weight of her legs, and the balling up
of her fists at her sides as she stood there.
He thought she looked ready for battle, and in a sense he guessed
that she was.
"As much as I am enjoying this here moment…" Antoine stood up and
moved past her toward the door, "I have to stop you before you
humiliate yourself any further. It would take an act of God to get me
to help you. Actually, I wouldn't piss on you if you were on fire;
much less grant you a favor. Now get out, I have more pressing issues
to attend to." He opened the door, signaling for her to leave. She
moved towards the door and closed it, standing face to face with him.
"I'm not going anywhere. You will hear me out and you will help me."
She looked right into his eyes challenging him. "And for the record,
I wouldn't ask you to piss on me for any reason, much less if I were
on fire. You've pissed on me enough during our relationship. Now, I
have a problem. A sexual predator my daughter met online is stalking
her."
Rolling his eyes, he tried to open the door, but her foot blocked
it. "Although I am sorry to hear this, I still refuse to help you.
How about seeking out the help of the police, or better yet, the
girl's father, if you know who he is. Now move." He attempted to open
the door again.
"I've tried the legal system, but he's too powerful to beat by
myself; and I am asking her father for help… You." Leslie looked him
dead in the eye as she dropped her proverbial bomb.
Tugging her away from the door in anger, he opened it and shoved her
out of the door.
"Get the hell out of my office and don't come back…" His word trailed
off when he saw the young woman near his secretary. She had long
brown hair, "good hair" his mother would have called it, a wave of
curls cascading past her shoulders. Her skin complexion was her
mother's, light skinned, with a honey yellow hew to it. But it was
her large green gaze that signified that she was his daughter.
Although brighter than his own hazel gaze, she had eyes just like his
mother, brother and sister. Then he remembered again, just like his
brother's eyes. She looked just like his family members.
"Daisy, get my brother in here pronto." He grabbed Leslie by the arm
back inside his office and closed the door.
"So what's your game plan?" He asked accusingly. "You know that my
brother is married with children, so you pin this child on me? Jesus,
Leslie, how old is she?" He held is head down and closed his eyes,
shutting out the loud roaring going on in his head, willing the anger
that was threatening to explode to calm down. He heard his brother in
the lobby talking in that high-pitched voice he got whenever he was
nervous. He must have seen the girl.
Antoine opened the door. "Get your ass in here. Norman." His brother,
ready to lie, started to explain. "I have no idea…" His words trailed
off, relief in his face when he saw Leslie. "Thank you, Jesus." He
prayed, constructing an air cross with his fingers. "Leslie. How are
you doing? You are looking good, girl. That's your daughter in the
lobby?" He asked, sighing heavily.
"I take it you've seen the girl in the lobby." Antoine said as
agitation dripped from his every word.
"Yeah, she looks just like our family bro. It's no denying that one."
Norman gave him a sympathetic smile.
"So what are you going to tell your wife?"
"That she's an aunt. I can't imagine her being upset by the prospect
of you fathering a child. I know you've always promised to leave the
company to the boys in case you didn't have any children of your own,
but you don't have to worry about the twin's future, they're set."
"No you idiot, you're the father of the girl out there! You and
Leslie have a child. What will you tell your wife about that child?"
Antoine gritted his teeth as he said the words.
A sickening look came over Norman's face and he took an aggressive
stance. "Did she tell you that?" He accused, looking from Antoine and
back to Leslie.
"No I –" He didn't let her finish her statement.
"Because I never had sex with her!"
"What do you mean you've `never had sex with her? You swore to me on
your honor that you and she had sex together, and you begged me to
forgive you." Antoine's fists clenched, he was ready for a fight. He
wanted to wake up from this nightmare that was threatening to steal
his sanity every second he was in it.
"I lied when I said that I slept with Leslie, and so did Eric and
David. We thought that we could split you two up by telling you that
we all had sex with her in order to get you to go to college in State
rather than follow her to San Diego. We couldn't risk you leaving.
I'm sorry for all of the trouble our lie caused." Norman looked at
his brother and then at Leslie.
"Get the fuck out. I'll deal with you later." Antoine gave his
brother an icy stair.
"I'm truly—" Norman started.
"Out!" Antoine yelled. He slumped down in his chair wishing he had
something strong to drink.
"I really don't know what to say." He started.
"I'm not expecting you to say anything except you'll help me keep my
daughter safe. Please." She came over to sit down in the chair front
of his desk.
"I'll need a DNA to confirm that she is mine, without question,
however, in light of the current information, I'll help you."
"Thank you." Leslie closed her eyes in relief.
"Now I need to know what happened, but before I do that, I want to
meet my daughter." He buzzed Daisy's desk.
"Daisy, send in…" He paused mid sentence realizing that he didn't
know his daughter's name. `What's her name?'" He whispered to Leslie.
"Kira." She supplied, he raised an eyebrow and repeated the
name. "Kira."
Letting go of the button, Antoine held his breath as the statuesque
beauty regally walked into his office. He stood up and walked over to
the nervous teen. He embraced her, relishing in the warmth of her
hugs. It dawned on him at that moment. He had a daughter.
* * * * *
Leslie watched as father and daughter hugged for the first time.
Because of everything that she had gone through after Antoine's
desertion, she dreaded this day happening. However, if she was honest
with herself, she'd admit that maybe it wasn't a good idea keeping
Kira from him. For the past few years, Kira has asked excessively
about her father. Leslie tried to appease her curiosity with all of
the information that she could about Antoine, without being bitter.
She explained to Kira that her father was a nice man who was kind
enough to donate the sperm it took to make a baby, and that to
intrude on his life saying "Hi dad, I'm home" was unfair to him.
Leslie hadn't realized how much her daughter had missed having a
father. A few months ago, Kira started conversation on the Internet.
Leslie thought that it was harmless until it started becoming a real
problem. Kira started missing gymnastics classes, and cheerleading
practices. She started living in her room, always on the computer, so
one day while Kira was at school, she logged onto her computer and
found some disturbing correspondence between Kira and some pervert
logging on as silver_fox057. Leslie was alarmed by his login, so she
started to investigate. The idiot posted a picture of a young man,
however after reading all of the correspondence between the man and
her daughter, she was able to extract some clues as to the man's
identity. She was horrified at her discovery.
This Logan Hudson guy gained her email address through a common
website page popular to teens and young adults now a days. There, he
began to chat with her, using the information that Kira had made
public. She was appalled at how vulnerable her daughter had made
herself right on the Internet. The conversations started out innocent
enough. Questions about home and school. Then it progressed to
boyfriends and school activities. And ultimately it ended with
the "perv" asking for sex and pics. She was shocked at how this
stranger was able to tap into her daughter's needs and exploit them
to his convince. She never realized that by denying Kira an
opportunity to know her father, it was opening a door for predators
to come in. Hell, Kira probably would have been better off with any
strong male role model rather than none at all. It was definitely a
big mistake to have kept her from her father, she was sure of that.
She was afraid that by allowing a man into her home it would open up
an opportunity for Kira to be violated, the way she had once been
violated.
Leslie was so deep in her thoughts, she hadn't realized that
her daughter had come to sit down by her, and Antoine was back at his
desk barking orders to his secretary.
"Daisy. Reschedule everything I have for next week. Let my brother
know that he has the helm today." He then hung up the phone.
"Now tell me exactly what is going on with my daughter, and I want to
know everything."
* * * *
"It all started about six months ago. I was interested in a
boy from my school. Since I'm not allowed to date" Kira rolled her
eyes at her mother, who gave her a stern look back, she continued her
story. " I started chatting online with this boy from my school.
Everything was going fine until he wanted to take the relationship
past the `let's meet at lunch, and let's talk on the computer' phase.
I knew that Mom would be virtually impossible to fool when it came
down to sneaking out and cutting school, and since I go to a strict
Christian School where boy/girl fraternization is a big `no no'; he
broke it off with me. I started to feel really depressed when I
received an email from his father telling me what a jerk Avery had
been for breaking up with me." She paused for a minute and closed her
eyes as the tears fell down her pretty oval face. "It started out
innocently enough. He was very friendly. I was even considering
introducing him to Mom. He told me that it wasn't a good idea and
that he wasn't over his late wife and that no one would find an ugly
old man like himself attractive. I asked him to send me a picture of
himself and he did. He wasn't bad looking and I told him so. He
confided in me that I was a breath of fresh air, and that I seemed
really mature for my age and that's probably why Avery couldn't
handle a woman like myself." Kira started to break down crying again,
and both Leslie and Antoine went over and hugged her.
"Look, this is upsetting her, and it's pretty graphic. Antoine get me
a piece of paper and a pencil, I'll give you access to her email
account." He did, and for the next hour and a half he read the
graphic emails and looked at graphic photos.
"So let me get this straight." Antoine said in a murderous
tone. "After you reported this pervert to the authorities, he was
sentenced to four months in jail. He gets out and begins to stalk
her! His son assaults her and gets sentenced to counseling!" The rage
was building up further and Antoine struggled to keep a lid on his
anger. "So he begins to stalk her, taking pictures of her in her bed
room, at the pool, and at cheerleading practice, threatening to post
it on the Internet!"
"Yes."
"And the police says what about this?"
"Logan Hudson is the son of a prominent retired attorney in our city.
After his arrest and release, he was able to disappear, except he
manages to get in contact with Kira and he's near because he's taking
recent photos. I've taken out a restraining order against him, but
nothing seems to deter him. He believes that Kira is his `soul mate'
and he'll stop at nothing to get to her, and that includes seeing me
dead."
There was a brief silence over the room.
"Is there a chance that you've been followed by him?"
"No, I don't think so. I've been using cash, and I drove down here
from California. I'm sure that he doesn't know we've gone yet. Why?"
"I want to talk with you alone. I'm sure Kira is hungry, so I'm going
to send her out with Daisy; I need to make sure she's not in any
danger. This building has a restaurant on the bottom floor." Antoine
stood up and buzzed Daisy again. She agreed to take Kira to the
restaurant to grab a bite to eat. What he needed to talk to Leslie
alone.


"How far are you willing to go to protect our daughter?"
Antoine asked Leslie as he closed the door behind Kira. He walked
over to her with panther like movement, leaning in close to her face.
"I am willing to do anything to keep my daughter safe. Getting in
contact with you should be a testament of how far I am willing to go
to ensuring her safety." Leslie was still feeling salty after all
these years of feeling betrayed by him, and she wanted him to feel
her anger, or so he reasoned.
"Good, because I plan on making you my wife, and having you move in
with me."

CONTEST

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