Zane's the Other Side of the Pillow Read Online Free

actually a paid position. Companies such as hotels, restaurants, and retail chains paid her to post positive comments on all the major review websites like Yelp, TripAdvisor, and Zagat. She made her own schedule and only had to send in a weekly list of all the reviews that she had posted in order to get paid. That was one of the reasons why I never paid attention to reviews—at least not the positive ones. A lot of those were fabricated. I was sure that Winsome was not the only one working those sites on the regular. The sites were not at fault since they were simply offering consumers the opportunity to vent about their experiences and to make recommendations.
    I was planning to kick off my shoes, sit on the sofa, and watch the latest episode of Paternity Court on the DVR after I’d tossed my purse and keys on the small table in the foyer and walked into the living room. When I first heard that they were making a show with that title, I talked major shit. It was mind-boggling to me that the paternity of so many children could be in question that it warranted an entire show on the topic. Maury already covered that topic about three days a week on the regular. But the thing that fascinated me the most about Paternity Court was Judge Lauren Lake’s hair. It was always flawless. Half the time I could not even concentrate on the cases since I was staring at her hair. I kept meaning to ask my stylist if she thought it was her real hair, a wig, or a weave. Whatever it was, it was banging, and it made me want to step up my game.
    As much as I proclaimed that I would never watch a show like that, I was all into it. I would often get emotional over some of the guests and when they showed the little kids playing in the toy area on the screen, I would want to pick them up and embrace them one at a time. Then they had adults who would make an appearance in order to finally discover whom their biological fathers were for once and for all.
    Part of my issue with men was that my father had died before I was even born. The one man that I should have been able to count on to love and protect me never even got to meet me. He was a Metropolitan Police officer and he died in a high-speed car chase at the infamous intersection of Minnesota Avenue and Benning Road. My mother was never the same. Well, I can’t say if she was the same or not, but that was how everyone else in the family described her. Never the same . All I know is that she was depressed for my entire childhood, sedated by all kinds of medications, and never loved another man up until she died of breast cancer when she was fifty-two.
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    I heard the moaning before I saw the action. Then I saw nothing but tits, asses, and one big-ass dick. Winsome was having a threesome with a man and another woman. I had never laid eyes on either one of them before. She was in the middle and enjoying her own little slice of heaven, lying on her back as the man fed her his dick and the woman ate out her pussy.
    I kicked off one of my black boots and threw it at Winsome’s tits. “What the fuck are you doing? I can’t freaking believe this!”
    The chick stopped eating her out immediately and looked petrified. I was betting she thought that I was Winsome’s woman coming home, catching her in the act. That exact scenario had happened before and I had to make it clear that I had zero interest inWinsome’s coochie. I simply didn’t care to see it under any circumstances. The man could not have cared less and probably thought that after a few seconds of bitching, I would want to join in since his dick was so big. Nope. Wasn’t happening. He was still trying to shove more of his mandingaling down her throat, trying to get his.
    Winsome pushed his dick away from her and sat up. “Damn, Jemistry! Why you throwing boots and all of that? It’s not that serious!”
    â€œNot that serious?” I rolled my eyes. “It’s two in the damn morning