Opening scene (O.S.)
Top Down view of Hakim walking among a busy crowded city street. It is winter and the weather is brisk. Hakim heads toward a plain red-brick building. The sign that sits above the entrance says "State Parole Office". Hakim stops to look at the sign before pushing the door inward and entering.
Chap. 1
"You are not judged by the height you have risen, but from the depth you have climbed."
- Frederick Douglass, Life and Times of Frederick Douglass, 1881
After weeks of not having any luck in securing employment, Hakim's parole agent, Dick Stern, called him and told him to report to the JustUs Golf Club on the other side of town. He was to be interviewed and hired as a busboy. The work was frustrating and demeaning to a fully aware and conscious black man.
Hakim walked into Mr. Stern's office and sat down heavily in the cheap, pleather- coated chair that sat across from a man who was intently studying a file he was holding.
"Have a seat," said Mr. Stern without looking up.
"These last minute meetings you call me in for a little tiring. I have to take off from work to report here, which keeps me a few hours short of the required amount of hours YOU say I must work to not violate my parole. Plus, it cuts into my check," said Hakim as he took a seat.
"For some reason, you're ASSUMING I give a shit…which I don't. I didn't call you in here to listen to you're little monologue. You're here to listen to ME," said Mr. Stern without looking up from the file he was still reading.
Hakim sat quietly and looked at the dipshit sitting across from him. Hakim had pegged him correctly when he had first reported to this dickhead weeks ago. At that meeting, Mr. Stern had told him that he didn't really believe or have confidence in Hakim not re-offending and returning to jail. Hakim understood immediately that THIS MOTHERFUCKER wasn't going to do anything to help him make it but instead do everything he could to make it unbearable for him so that he would slip up and violate his parole.
As Mr. Stern began talking, Hakim eyes glazed over. He continued to nod his head at the right pauses in the p.o.'s diatribe. He maintained an alert yet humble position in the chair.
Hakim realized that this p.o. enjoyed the leash he had him on…the GRIP he had on his nutts…the power over his life! Hakim thought the guy was probably getting a little money on the side from the golf club. He had met other parolees who worked there who had told of their suspicions.
As Hakim continued to look through Mr. Stern, he thought to himself, "This motherfucker has fake power and it's making his dick hard. His stringy ass wouldn't last a minute in prison. His silly ass doesn't recognize the storm I just walked out of (coming out of prison) or what I'm capable of.
As Mr. Stern continued to babble to himself, Hakim began to think of the moves he was going to have to make very soon. The first thing he had to do was get some cream (money) together because this 'living in mom's basement' shit wasn't getting it. Second, he needed to get laid in the worse way…it had been awhile.
Chap. 2
Hakim was getting ready for his first date in four years! He was standing in his "room" in the basement of his mother's house. His mother had received a section 8 voucher that had given her the opportunity to move out of the depressed, crime-ridden projects. His mother had always worked but they had always been low paying jobs. Her income qualified her for the program.
His mother had told him about the incidents she had gone through as she searched for a house. Many of the landlords had been white and had found one reason or another not to rent to her. During one visit to a home in a predominantly white neighborhood, her potential new neighbors had walked over to her and the landlord and calmly informed them that they were not looking forward to having a black neighbor!
"What the fuck? That's some cold shit, yo!" Hakim had thought to himself upon hearing the story.
His mother had finally settled on a house in a racially mixed neighborhood. Hakim remembered the promise he had made to himself when he was younger that he wanted to purchase his mother a brand new home in a nice neighborhood when he made it to the NFL.
As Hakim put his shirt on and begin to button it, his thoughts drifted back to Amanda and the course their relationship had taken. He also remembered Nicole, the girl he lost.
Chap. 3
After sexing the shit out of Amanda that afternoon at his cousin's, Hakim had informed her that he didn't want a one-on-one relationship to come out this tryst. He guessed correctly that her parents would shit masonry bricks if they found out their innocent daughter had just had her pussy filled to the brim with thick, black dick.
Amanda had given him that surly, desperate, pleading look that he was used to. Hakim was well aware of the guy she was dating. The dude was a real nimrod. Hakim had caught him quite a few times staring at him jealously at practices and games. Hakim continued explaining the complexities of their situation. Amanda began to understand Hakim's hesitancy. She decided not to press the issue, at this time.
A few weeks later, Hakim had met a girl named Nicole. They had met at a party after another one of his great games. Nicole was a freshman at State University. She had been a dark chocolate colored sista. Thick and supple in all the right places. The best way to describe her would be sensual in an unassuming way. She had been from Georgia. Her womanly southern ways had attracted him to her immediately. She was coy yet confident. She acted like she could give two shits about him when he wasn't around and that made her all the more attractive to him. He began to enjoy and look forward to her company. They took a few weeks of phone conversations and weekend dates to get to know each other before Nicole invited Hakim on campus to her dorm room.
Nicole thought that Hakim was very intelligent and mature for his age. There were guys on her campus who were dying to date her but they really didn't do anything for her. They were damn near transparent compared to Hakim. She was digging him like an 'old soul record'! She had made up her mind that if he didn't say or do anything stupid tonight, he would end up getting his dick wet! Nicole had already informed her roommate, Brandy, that she would need the room for a few hours.
Chap. 4
After signing Hakim into her dorm, they rode the elevator to her floor. Upon entering her room, Nicole thought to herself that she was going to fuck the shit out of this young boy and send him home.
Hakim watched Nicole's ass shake and jiggle before him as she entered the room before him. She had on a pair of tight jeans that outlined the cheeks of her ass, perfectly. She had on a loose fitting shirt that did nothing to hide the fullness of her titties. Hakim could see the outline of her nipples under her bra and shirt. He had been on a few dates with Nicole and to his pleasant surprise, her body looked better and better each time.