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could make it through the foyer I heard a single gunshot. The sound was so deafening that it startled me, and I dropped my keys. At that moment I realized the dude was dead. A chill went up my spine at the thought of someone being murdered right outside the house.
I proceeded through the minimansion to the stainless-steel kitchen. Grabbing a bottle of water, I sat on one of the bar stools, slid up to the granite counter, and waited for Tank. It's not like I didn't have any work to do. As the executive director for Richmond Redevelopment and Housing Authority (RRHA), I stayed pretty busy. But I just was not in the mood to check e-mail, approve vouchers, review proposals, or anything. I just wanted to sit and be lazy all day.
Of course, Tank would have other plans. He probably wanted to sex me all up and down this big house while he had the chance. We rarely had time to spend alone anymore. My schedule was always hectic, and Tank … well, his business kept him busy. There was no telling what could happen from one minute to the next, so anytime we got an opportunity to be together, we used it to the fullest. There were only a few people who even knew about our relationship, because we kept it private.
Tank and I had been together for twenty years. We'd known each other since we were five. We grew up in Gilpin Court together, went to elementary, middle, and high school together. By the time we were fifteen, we decided to take our friendship to the next level. So, one summer night, behind the Calhoun Community Center, at the bottom of a steep hill, I lost my virginity to Tank. I believe we were in love way before then, but just didn'tknow it. However, that night, for sure, we fell in love. To commemorate our big night, Tank engraved,
Tank loves Renée 4 ever, 4 always
on the big tree we lay under after having sex for the very first time.
As we got older, Tank became more and more drawn to street life, while I, on the other hand, took a different path. In the evenings after school I worked for Gilpin Court's RRHA office doing menial work, filing, answering phones, etc. By the time I graduated from high school and went away to college at Old Dominion University, Tank and I were serious. Sure, Tank had his freaks on the side, doing whatever while I was away, but I made sure that when he came to visit me on the weekends, I served him up hard enough so those freaks’ jobs wouldn't be easy. I realize it was all part of his image, but I caught on quick in the bedroom and made sure Tank was and continued to be satisfied. So those tricks he dealt with while I was away were just a technicality, giving Tank something to do while I was getting my education.
During summer vacations I worked at the RRHA office while Tank was in the streets making a name for himself. When I graduated from ODU in 1991, RRHA offered me a job as a specialist approving Section Eight applications at their main office on Chamberlayne Parkway. I had access to all records pertaining to the different housing projects. I worked my way through several other positions with RRHA; then in 2000 I was promoted to executive director. See, Tank had a vision. When he first mentioned it, I thought he was crazy.
“Renée, what would you do if I told you you held the key to our future?” Of course, at the time I had no idea what Tank meant.
“You approve those Section Eight applications, right?”
“Yeah, so what?”
“Look, what if I was to send some females to you that needed an application approved for a specific housing project; could youhook it up?” By now, I'm pissed, assuming Tank is talking about one of his tricks. I give him the I-can't-believe-you-parted-your-lips-to-ask-me-that look.
“It's not what you think, baby. See, all my boys, they on the come-up right now. But I hate that they have to be out there on the corners without safety. I figure if I send you some of their girlfriends, get them set up in a project nearby where they do their slinging,
I proceeded through the minimansion to the stainless-steel kitchen. Grabbing a bottle of water, I sat on one of the bar stools, slid up to the granite counter, and waited for Tank. It's not like I didn't have any work to do. As the executive director for Richmond Redevelopment and Housing Authority (RRHA), I stayed pretty busy. But I just was not in the mood to check e-mail, approve vouchers, review proposals, or anything. I just wanted to sit and be lazy all day.
Of course, Tank would have other plans. He probably wanted to sex me all up and down this big house while he had the chance. We rarely had time to spend alone anymore. My schedule was always hectic, and Tank … well, his business kept him busy. There was no telling what could happen from one minute to the next, so anytime we got an opportunity to be together, we used it to the fullest. There were only a few people who even knew about our relationship, because we kept it private.
Tank and I had been together for twenty years. We'd known each other since we were five. We grew up in Gilpin Court together, went to elementary, middle, and high school together. By the time we were fifteen, we decided to take our friendship to the next level. So, one summer night, behind the Calhoun Community Center, at the bottom of a steep hill, I lost my virginity to Tank. I believe we were in love way before then, but just didn'tknow it. However, that night, for sure, we fell in love. To commemorate our big night, Tank engraved,
Tank loves Renée 4 ever, 4 always
on the big tree we lay under after having sex for the very first time.
As we got older, Tank became more and more drawn to street life, while I, on the other hand, took a different path. In the evenings after school I worked for Gilpin Court's RRHA office doing menial work, filing, answering phones, etc. By the time I graduated from high school and went away to college at Old Dominion University, Tank and I were serious. Sure, Tank had his freaks on the side, doing whatever while I was away, but I made sure that when he came to visit me on the weekends, I served him up hard enough so those freaks’ jobs wouldn't be easy. I realize it was all part of his image, but I caught on quick in the bedroom and made sure Tank was and continued to be satisfied. So those tricks he dealt with while I was away were just a technicality, giving Tank something to do while I was getting my education.
During summer vacations I worked at the RRHA office while Tank was in the streets making a name for himself. When I graduated from ODU in 1991, RRHA offered me a job as a specialist approving Section Eight applications at their main office on Chamberlayne Parkway. I had access to all records pertaining to the different housing projects. I worked my way through several other positions with RRHA; then in 2000 I was promoted to executive director. See, Tank had a vision. When he first mentioned it, I thought he was crazy.
“Renée, what would you do if I told you you held the key to our future?” Of course, at the time I had no idea what Tank meant.
“You approve those Section Eight applications, right?”
“Yeah, so what?”
“Look, what if I was to send some females to you that needed an application approved for a specific housing project; could youhook it up?” By now, I'm pissed, assuming Tank is talking about one of his tricks. I give him the I-can't-believe-you-parted-your-lips-to-ask-me-that look.
“It's not what you think, baby. See, all my boys, they on the come-up right now. But I hate that they have to be out there on the corners without safety. I figure if I send you some of their girlfriends, get them set up in a project nearby where they do their slinging,
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