Jamaal and Chelsie

It'd been a long road, Jamaal thought, reflecting. South Carolina. Atlanta. Los Angeles. And finally home, once more. Jamaal slowly drove through the ghetto.

"My old crib," he said, nodding over at the squat house. Where he'd been shot, he didn't say.

"That's where I used to strip!" Chelsie said excitedly, pointing out Sugar's. Jamaal chuckled, reaching over and squeezing Chelsie's ass. She leaned over, looking out the window, giving Jamaal a proper canvass.

Then they drove to their new home, out off Lake Murray. Success had been fleeting. A benched athlete, a porn star ... but the OnlyFans money was good.

"Hey guys, me and Jamaal here at our new home...and we can't wait to have our first fuck in our new home live!" Chelsie was saying. Jamaal grinned despite himself. But it wasn't quite Elizabeth.