RONY BROWN'S SERIALS

THE FACE OF THE SLEEPING KING-7 Oh no! He wouldn’t. Could he dare? Could Asante, the king’s brother, dare to spit at the king’s feet?The King had opened his arms to receive him yet he worked up the nerve to spit at his feet. “For days I have been missing. For days, I say! And I, your only brother does not even deserve a search party. You should be dethroned!” “Oh I see. Is this how we are going to go about discussing how you lost your manhood to a scrawny woman?” The king mocked wickedly. “A slave, a slave. And yes I choose to do this because you also have chosen to debase yourself, o great king. You choose to lie with this same slave .” Asante eyed the Princess salaciously. The wicked glint in his eyes metamorphosed into something dangerous. Asante visibly cowered. “I see you miss the feel of my whip on your buttocks. Guards!” The king thundered. The elders nodded sagely, Asante staggered back a step or two and the guards appeared armed with whips tha

  WHEN THE BLIND GUY FLIRTS WITH YOU I was impatient Almost on the edge of fuming And this guy comes with another guy Just perfect, this other guy is blind! And yea, he needs help getting to the library. I want to say no Like, I really want to But God knows I can’t Then again, who says no to a blind guy? There is something about his vulnerability It appeals to my inner feminist. So I take his hand He’s the most presumptuous blind guy ever! He knows how to play the disability card He know he’s got a girl who can’t say no So he asks for my number. My inner feminist does a flip or two Is a blind guy really hitting on me? Ha-ha! Now, that’s a first My impatience fades And laughter bubbles from within Who ever knew, I could have the hots for a blind guy. R. Brown