Ex wife

After leaving a failed marriage of 8 months with a woman he met while looking for someone to help with his business plan. He had an idea to commission black bag designers to design women's leather bags, manufacture the bags in the USA, then sell the bags, with a gimmick; "A portion of the proceeds would fund programs for black men."

He was unemployed, battling the STATE OF NY over child support and visitation rights. He'd created trusts to transfer his assets.

He appointed trustees whose sole responsibilities were to increase and multiply his money, among other duties included, directly depositing money into his oldest daughter's bank account every week, bypassing the courts, and his daughters' mother. She was away at college and the sole benefactor, besides himself.

To maintain a driver's license from the treatment of the child support enforcement agency, he'd gotten on public assistance. An EBT card carrying alumni.

He took advantage of programs for fathers on child support. One of the programs was car rental.

With verification, a father is booking job interviews. He was given a car along with a gas card and insurance to use as long every Friday he submits by fax, a copy of a form listing the date and time of scheduled job interviews for the week.

He hunkered down in a 2 bedroom basement apartment in Elmont, Long Island NY. He'd purchased that 3-family house 13 years earlier, while on a rent option to buy with his brother as their bachelor pad.

A few Wonderful years later. His brother got married and stayed in the house with the new bride.

He moved out with the mother of his 2 daughters, one 1-year-old and a 6-year-old, into a mansion on the water in Bay Water, Rock-away NY. He purchased the mansion for $335,000. then added $200,000 ( 70% sweat equity) in renovations; 3 years later sold it for $1,500,000

The basement apartment had become vacant and available. A tenant was evicted after withholding rent for 2 years.

On an early Tuesday in November, he's on his PC, laptop, tablet, and cell phone searching the internet and making phone calls, inquiring about cost and lead times, interviewing black bag designers for his leather bags, leather manufacturers in the Midwest USA, wholesalers, warehouses, market analysts, and investors.

Simultaneously studying how to beat the blood-sucking, merciless, and unreasonable family court system. It's theocratic.

His phone rings. His best friend called with an invitation to lunch at a new Cafe on Fulton St, Brooklyn NY. The start of gentrification in that community.

He'd made a fortune there in the early '90s buying crackheads grandma's brownstones, flipping them on the same closing table; 3-4 buildings at a sit-down signing. During those years he owned and operated with his best friend a men's shelter for MICA patents, off of Broadway and Green

There were no facilities for that recently diagnosed population. There were Psychiatric wards at neighborhood hospitals for the mentally ill and rehabs at every community outreach center for chemical abusers, but not for both conditions combined (which was a lou lou, no pun intended.)

They occupied and maintained 25 patients in 20 beds in a brownstone his best friend inherited from his father. The cost was $1500 per bed per month, paid by SSI, to house, feed 2 meals per day ( breakfast and dinner), and send patients to a community outreach program weekdays from 8 am- 4 pm.

It's a lovely spot, a melting pot of patrons. Prices on the menu are seen high. They ordered burgers, fries, and cokes.

His best friend says "you cheap bastard, please don't pull out of your wallet the 1st dollar you made, to prove you are money-wise. I got the tab "

His best friend continues to speak suggesting his muse can help with the business plan.

“Bro, a muse?”

His friend answers "Yes, she prays with me every morning.

She writes and/ or edits my speeches and accompanies me to some political events, a certified Rhodes Scholar.

She writes 3 to 4 business plans per day and has written $3 million - $20 million grants over a weekend. She receives 10 % of each grant she writes as compensation.

She is on her way here, now, to get you.."

He said "Huh? Wait? Get me?"

His friend replied, "Yes, you have to help her get a few items from home depot and Michaels to build and decorate a giant book."

He asks "What makes you believe, I don't have other things to do?"

His friend says "If you can "huh" you can hear.

What are you going to do? Sit in that dungeon forever. You can't beat city hall."

“I'm participating in Dancing with the Stars tonight. Five other community personalities are competing.

I'm going to be a genie coming out of a book, dancing with a woman partner to house music."

His friend's cell phone rings, His friend motions for them to go outside to meet her.

She pulls up in a red Jimmy GMC.

They walk over to her car. She gets out and walks around the car onto the sidewalk.

She is of average height 5 feet 6 inches in heels, a natural height of about 5 feet 3 inches. Pleasantly pump in body shape. Voluptuous curves from top to bottom.

Big, and I mean BIG, professionally stylish hairdo. Hair everywhere, Peggy, from married with children, yet in good taste on a black woman.

Intoxicating full soul vacuuming lips and sensual erotic eyes. Wide bright beautiful smile with the prettiest white teeth that lit up Fort Greene.

Her complexion was sunshine-toasted honey caramel.

Her attitude was happy-go-lucky, without a care in the world.

Her spirit was warm and inviting.

Her attire, along with an ankles lengthy wool khaki skirt and a low neckline white alpaca blouse. Her jewelry was glamorous matching platinum and diamond. Styling 3 of each everywhere; 3 earrings in each ear, 3 necklaces, and 3 bracelets on both her wrist and ankles.

Matching Bergdorf Goodman tangerine-colored ostrich skin sexy stiletto, handbag, and leather blazer with a wool scarf.

Smelling like a billionaire.

While he is introduced to her, both men bent down to kiss and hug her.

They go back inside the Cafe, to discuss the logistics of preparing for the event in 5 hours, over overpriced beverages.

His first appointment to meet with her for his business was scheduled for 1 pm on Thursday.

He arrived a tad early, at her house, a brownstone in Bedford-Stuyvesant Brooklyn NY.

She greeted him at the door and invited him in.

All barefoot 5'-3" Voluptuous curves body, bigger hair, brighter smile and silk, shoulder strapped pastel printed day dress jumped into his arms. Her feet leap off the hardwood parquet floor, he meets her halfway with his one-foot larger frame, lifts her by the hips up, and bends for their face-to-face greeting cheek to cheek with a loving hug and kiss.

She smells better than before.

He asks her "what's that perfume?"

She replies "I have non on."

Her house was immaculate; star-studded chandeliers illuminated the whole house. It was extremely clean. So clean that one could run a white glove through it. No dust in the entire house.

Period classic furniture, wall art, miniature statuses, well-manicured and maintained rainbow spectrum colored house plants, stone crystal minerals of all sizes and shaped more vibrant in colors and light rays than the plants and a few candles interchanging scented aromas from one room to the next. Nicely arranged place as they were custom made for its position.

They sat on a yellow cashmere couch fit for a party of 3 couples.

He explained his business venture and he needed her to help create a plan.

Several hours had passed without noticing the time.

The consultation evolved into a conversation.

The subjects of conversing took all sorts of life's turns, twists, ups, and downs, good, bad, indifferent, wins, losses, or draws.

She offered him wine and appetizers homemade Spinach, artichokes, onions, and red bell peppers in mashed cauliflower dip with broccoli, carrots, and celery.

Then she cooked him a complete meal, spicy cajun Lamb chops, served with sauteed potatoes mushrooms gravy garlic asparagus, and avocado salad.

She whipped up frozen white Hennessy and Baileys Irish Cream daiquiris with their meal.

After they ate, she suggested taking their drinks outside to the garden lit by the moon.

She grabbed 2 wood logs off a pile and then put them in a bronze fire pit. With a flip of a switch, a drawing fire blazed, cutting down the November night chill in the air.

She lit 2 Cuban cigars off the controlled inferno, one at a time, placing the first one in his mouth then puffing a long drag and exhaling on the 2nd she lit for herself.

In the wee hours of the next day, she looks deep into his eyes and stops him from talking.

Their sparkling glazing eyes met.

She said, "you are brilliant."