Tyrell Campbell

Tyson had summoned Carrie. She hadn't seen him for four months. She'd had his son, Tyrod, who was nursing eagerly on her pale tits. She'd spent most of her time with Alicia. Eating her black pussy. Learning how to mother a black son. Helping Alicia take care of her two black boys. She'd heard Cassie was pregnant now. She'd heard Tyson was only seeing her now. The jealousy was hard to handle sometimes.

She approached her old condo, knocking on the door. Cassie looked at her dismissively. She was pregnant with Tyson's baby. She had Tyson's name tattooed on her lower back. Carrie sighed. She'd lost.

Carrie went into her old condo. Sitting next to Tyson was an elderly black man.

"Long time no see, bitch. This is Tyrell, my granddad." Carrie curtsied, unsure of what this was all about. Everyone paused, expectantly. "He's going to put a ring on you bitch. Be happy. Your dumb ass was always moping around wanting more out of me. You ain't getting more. Your sister is. So take your consolation prize. Bitch, give your sister the keys to your old place."