It was a hot sweltering mid-summer morning with the faintness hint of a breeze. The sun was rising rapidly and peaking through the crevices of the Venetian blinds that encased the oversized bedroom window. Although the alarm clock had sounded; it was the distinct and very familiar smell of pork bacon, grits, garlic toast, and cinnamon raisin pancakes the had awaken Kelvin a 6 foot2 inch , 190 pounds, clean cut, well groomed , athletically gifted, stoutly built, pecan tan brother up from his sleep in the king-sized, pillow top bed. As he flung back the embroidered monogrammed sheets and swung his size 11 feet onto the imported Italian marble floor; he traveled to the bathroom wiping the residue of the previous nights sleep from his hazel eyes.

As he made his way down the spiral stair case’ following the aroma of the food there in the kitchen wearing a lavender satin bathrobe that accentuated her figure while revealing just a hint of her shapely legs was Taryn his wife of twelve years of marriage that produced two children; fraternal twins named Aaron and Ashley. Her skin was Hershey chocolate brown, smooth and creamy without a flaw. She had big yet subtle brown eyes, the kind that when she would look at you seemed as though she could see into your soul. When she smiled her full but not oversized lips revealed her milky white teeth that rivaled the rays of sunlight that was dominating every room in their suburban home.

Although Taryn was an amazingly accomplished woman with a MASTER’S DEGREE IN FINE ART, her greatest joy came from being a wife and mother. She was totally committed to her family especially since she came from a broken family, her mother and father had divorced when she was age nine. She had remained close to both her parents, but by not having them in the same house she always felt there was a void; that only the two of them being together could fill. She had promised herself long ago that she would do whatever it took to provide her children with all the things that she lacked as a child emotionally and materially.

Kelvin always had aspirations of making his first million dollars be for the age thirty and at age 40 he had surpassed his goal many times over. He attended college on an athletic scholarship, but in his sophomore year, he suffered a torn Achilles tendon on his left foot. His love for sports motivated him to obtain a degree in sports medicine. He figured if he could not play anymore this would allow him to at least be near the action, besides he loved the comradary that sports offered.

Bomp! bomp goes the bass from flowing through the Bose audio speakers in the in the black EXTERIOR, black leather interior, chrome spinner rimmed BMW 745 ROLLING down Springfield avenue. In the driver’s seat sits Rico Taylor, a twenty-three-year-old street-wise brother that grew up on the mean fast paced streets of Newark, NEW JERSEY. He’s what you might call a high yellow complexioned brotha; THE pretty boy type. Wearing his hair faded closely with a razor sharp hair line. He wears a goatee; always dresses to impress with the latest urban fashions. He never knew his biological father, consequently he never had an authentic male figure in his life; a third generation of the love’m and leave’m syndrome. All of life’s lessons he LEARNED WAS from school; school of hard knocks that is. Rico is not your average streetwise dude. He is as intelligent as they come, and is definitely about upward mobility. He was the product of a teen pregnancy. his mother Kelly; a virgin of sixteen years old; while in her junior year of high school met what she thought was the love of her life. you know that proverbial teen age love affair. After much smooth talking and coercing, she finally relented and lost her innocence.