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Juicy by Pepper Pace

Juicy by Pepper Pace

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Published by Nadia1
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"Juicy Robinson was the color of sweet black licorice, of a charcoal briquette soaked in lighter fluid and no one was going to make her feel like she wasn’t the sexiest thing around—not the white people that her mother had taught her to distrust and certainly not the homeless white man that has been watching her from the alley.

This interracial love journey is the tale of Juicy who had spent much of her adolescence being bullied because of her dark skin and weight, until circumstances forced her to stand up for herself. And Troy, whose mental illness forced him onto the streets.

Now, as an adult, Juicy has grown into a woman that is filled with anger and a distrust of whites instilled in her by her mother. After an altercation, Juicy finds herself rescued by an unlikely individual; a white, homeless man that she has thoughtlessly nick-named; ‘Mr. Cracker.’ After exploring mutual stereotypes and attempting to understand their differences, Juicy and Troy find themselves drawn to each other. Out of a sense of loneliness and true friendship the two outcasts finally find something deeper than friendship and their journey to self discovery begins. Adult content; graphic sex, language, rape."
Juicy, Pepperpace, pepper, pepperpace, IR romance Juicy by pepper pace, pepper pace

"Juicy Robinson was the color of sweet black licorice, of a charcoal briquette soaked in lighter fluid and no one was going to make her feel like she wasn’t the sexiest thing around—not the white people that her mother had taught her to distrust and certainly not the homeless white man that has been watching her from the alley.

This interracial love journey is the tale of Juicy who had spent much of her adolescence being bullied because of her dark skin and weight, until circumstances forced her to stand up for herself. And Troy, whose mental illness forced him onto the streets.

Now, as an adult, Juicy has grown into a woman that is filled with anger and a distrust of whites instilled in her by her mother. After an altercation, Juicy finds herself rescued by an unlikely individual; a white, homeless man that she has thoughtlessly nick-named; ‘Mr. Cracker.’ After exploring mutual stereotypes and attempting to understand their differences, Juicy and Troy find themselves drawn to each other. Out of a sense of loneliness and true friendship the two outcasts finally find something deeper than friendship and their journey to self discovery begins. Adult content; graphic sex, language, rape."

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Juicy
 
By pepperpace
 
Pt 1
Juicy was in a rage. She couldn't remember ever being so mad...well, actually, she could. Her rages were a frequent occurrence. But not like this. This time they had messed with the wrongsista!The damned homeless guy had jinxed her! She was convinced that if not for his commentseverything would have turned out differently. Maybe it was superstitious, but she knew that people crossed their fingers, and said their prayers and crossed themselves in order to avoid badmojo. Well for Juicy it was conflict that had to be avoided. Conflict would take over; sink itsclaws in deep then leave its permeance, its taint in place of all her good intentions.She had cut through the alley to get to the bank so that she could take care of her business beforeher next bus was due. If she missed this bus there would not be another for two hours. She hadmeant to get here earlier but had messed around too long in the mirror trying to look both business professional and sexy.It had taken Juicy many years to accept herself; to be able to find beauty in what others had madeinto the brunt of their jokes.
‘Juicy, you so black…Juicy, your hair so short…’ 
 Now, at thirty-one, she didn't let other people's ignorance define her.That's why the comments of the dirty homeless bum had really pissed her off. She had struggledall of her life, had been poor, bullied--and no one saw her sitting in an alley looking like she wascoming off a crack high!She had been hurrying so fast that the strap on her high heeled sandal had slipped. She hadstopped long enough to adjust it before she heard the low voice. Juicy remembered then that thiswas an alley in an economically depressed area of the inner city. She did need to be careful of her surroundings. She looked around and caught sight of a man sitting in the boarded up
 
doorway of one of the abandoned buildings. His chin was resting listlessly on his chest as if hehad been trying to sleep.She didn't know what he had said previously but he was staring at her hard. She followed himwarily with her eyes as she resumed walking, quickening her step."What are you looking at?!" She finally bit out annoyed when he made no attempt to disguise hisopen interest."I think..." and then it did seem as if he was deep in thought, "...a whore."Juicy had been so taken back that she had stopped in her tracks. She'd never been called awhore...everything else under the sun...but not that.And by someone like him!She couldn't see much of the culprit beyond his old, baggy clothes and the baseball cap pulleddown low over his long hair. What she did see was that he was just another, in a long list of  people, who thought he could look down his nose at her...even though his view of her was fromthe gutter!How dare him! How
dare
him! As soon as she got to the bank she was going to call the cops andreport that she had been accosted by some man in the alley! He could spend some time in jail
then let‘s see who the whore is!
 Juicy turned and stormed out of the alley. He didn't know who he was messing with. She'dsay...that he tried to grab her purse and that he made lewd suggestions...and that he-he evenexposed himself! Yeah! He could spend months in jail for all she cared. Hell, she would probably be doing him a favor!Juicy reached the bank and tried to put the incident out of her mind. As soon as she stepped
 
through the door, instead feeling at ease she felt on pins and needles. It seemed that all eyes wereon her.What the hell were they looking at?! She glared at anyone that met her eyes until they quickly
looked away. Some of these people looked straight up tacky! Why weren‘t people staring at the
old lady with the twisted wig and plastic white clunky heeled sandals?Juicy knew she looked good! Her dreadlocks had been done up in twists and corkscrews thatdecorated her scalp. She had applied the gold dye herself and knew that it looked slamming! If Juicy knew anything she knew how to do hair.That's why she was here. It was time for her to evolve from doing the hair of her friends in the back room of her little apartment to owning her own shop. Juicy had gone to cosmetology school but had been fired more than once from her spot in other people's salons because of her illtemper.
'You got issues, girl,' 
is what they always said.Juicy sucked the air through her teeth. Then she sat down in one of the waiting chairs outside of the loan officer's cubicle. After five minutes with no one coming out to help her, she beganstaring into the cubicle of the only person presently not assisting anyone. He knew he saw her waiting. Juicy's feet began to tap in irritation. He wasn't doing anything but hoping that shewould just go away. If she was a skinny white woman then she wouldn't be sitting out here likethis looking stupid!Because she was black she was used to this. She didn't mean African American either, she meantBLACK. Juicy was the color of sweet black licorice, of a charcoal briquette soaked in lighter fluid. And Juicy wasn't just her god given name; it was also a description of what she looked like.She was tall
 — 
not quite six feet, she was voluptuous and she wore her hair in dreadlocks. Yeah,white people were often taken back by the sight of her. Good! The idea of it would make her Momma proud. Her Momma had hated white people. Her Momma had hated everybody, though, but white people topped the list.

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