All Mye Queen's Men, Chronicles of Love - Volume I (88 page)

"It's
been
hard
on
all
of
us,
but
understandably
Queen
is
taking
it
a
little
harder.
 
She
feels
like
it's
her
fault.
 
Give
her
a
little
time."

"I
know.
 
I
get
all
of
that,
but
the
problem
is
if
she
doesn't
snap
out
of
it
soon
her
parents
are
going
to
have
her
placed
in
an
institution."

"What
kind
of
institution...
a
psychiatric
institution?
 
Are
you
serious?"
 
Teddy
asked
alarmed.

"Yeah,
I'm
afraid
so.
 
They
wanted
to
take
her
home
after
the
funeral,
because
she
was
so
distraught
and
out
of
it.
 
I
talked
them
out
of
it,
but
if
they
come
back
and
she's
worse...
 
I
think
they'll
take
her
back
to
Baltimore."

"Logic,
you
can't
let
them
do
that.
 
Queen,
needs
to
be
here
with
her
friends,
not
in
Baltimore,
and
certainly
not
in
a
silly
farm."

"Trust
me
I
know,
but
I'm
just
her
fiancé.
 
And
I'm
barely
that.
 
They're
her
parents,
unfortunately
they
have
the
legal
right
to
do
whatever
they
want
to
do
with
Queen.
 
There's
not
a
lot
that
I
can
say
or
do."

"Fuck
that!
 
I'm
not
going
to
let
that
shit
happen.
 
So
we
have
to
do
whatever
needs
to
be
done
to
get
Queen
out
of
this
funk."

"I
just
don't
know
how
to
reach
her.
 
I
hold
her.
 
I
talk
to
her.
 
I
read
to
her.
 
Hell,
I
even
bathe
her.
 
Nothing
moves
her.
 
Well
except...."
Logic
hesitates
as
he
looks
around
to
make
sure
no
one
else
is
listening.

"Except
what?"

"Except
sex."

"Sex?"
 
Teddy
asked
intrigued.

"Yeah.
 
She
can't
get
enough
of
it.?"

"You've
been
having
sex
with
her
in
her
state
of
mind?
 
What
the
fuck
is
wrong
with
you?
 
Take
your
ass
in
the
bathroom
and
tug
one
off
if
you
have
to
have
it.
 
Do
you
have
any
idea
how
insensitive
that
shit
is?"

"Teddy,
it's
not
me,
I
swear
to
God.
 
It's
Queen.
 
She's
turned
into
a
straight
up
nymph.
 
It's
almost
like
she's
addicted
to
my
dick.
 
She's
on
me
four
or
five
times
a
day."
 
Logic
whispered
afraid
someone
would
hear
him.
 
"It's
crazy.
 
She's
about
to
wear
my
ass
out."

"So,
am
I
hearing
you
correctly?
 
The
only
thing
that
Queen
wants
to
do
is
fuck?
 
Is
that
what
you're
telling
me?"
 
Teddy
asked
confused.

"I
know,
that's
some
crazy
ass
shit,
right?"

"Oh
yeah
it's
some
crazy
ass
shit
that
you're
bitching
and
complaining
about
it.
 
Nigga,
do
your
damn
job!"
 
Teddy
laughed.
 
"S-h-i-t...
 
I
wish
I
had
your
damn
problem.
 
Hell,
half
the
niggas
on
the
planet
wish
they
had
your
problem."

"You
say
that
now.
 
But
it's
a
whole
different
thing
when
she's
pawing
on
you
twenty
four
seven."

"Nigga,
please!
 
I
would
pay
money
for
Queen
to
paw
on
me.
 
Shit,
I
would
wear
her
ass
the
fuck
out.
 
She
would
be
running
and
hiding
from
my
ass."
 
Teddy
laughed.
 
"Look,
the
first
week
after
Paul
died
I
was
the
same
way.
 
I
didn't
know
how
to
stop
thinking
about
him
and
what
went
down.
 
The
only
time
the
pain
went
away
was
when
I
was
fucking.
 
So,
sex
became
my
outlet
and
I
went
at
it.
 
I
must
have
fucked
two
or
three
different
girls
every
day
for
about
a
week.
 
And
I
am
sure
some
of
them
are
still
trying
to
walk
straight,
because
I
laid
that
shit
down
repeatedly.
 
The
only
reason
that
I'm
remotely,
semi-sane
right
now
is
sex,
alcohol
and
more
sex.
 
Queen's
just
looking
for
an
escape
from
the
pain.
 
She's
fighting
her
way
through
it
the
only
way
she
knows
how."

"Look,
I
can
go!
 
And
don't
think
for
a
second,
that
I
can't
handle
Mye
Queen
because
I
can.
 
But
damn,
five
times
a
day.
 
I
just
fucking
need
a
break."