’ So that girl stood there in the middle of the street pinching herself, waiting to wake up, her eyes wide unblinking, her tears making streaks thro...ugh the soot on her face. That’s when she heard it. ‘Mimi!’ over and over the voice yelled, getting louder and closer. Mimi was ‘that girl’s’ name and she recognized it. Oh god, now it was shaking her! ‘She’s in shock!’ it was a different voice ‘Oh my God!’ the first one cried. ‘HELP!’ ‘We need a doctor!’ the 3rd voice screamed. WAIT! She knew. But I, I’m scared.’ ‘Why? You obviously have friends in very high places to be running around with Mr. Johan out there.’ ‘I. Do. Not. Know. Him.’ She looked up and saw him eyeing her contemptuously. Haven had been talking to him for an hour already. This was going nowhere, and a strong churning in her gut was telling her that if she didn’t look out for herself, the cops sure wouldn’t. Her eyes took on a steely glint. ‘Am I under arrest?’ ‘Not at the moment.’ ‘Oh, so I’m being held for. ”“He’s your Uncle O’s son?”“No -- his mom was my mom’s sister. He lives with Uncle O now, though. Daymon is fourteen and a computer whiz. He’ll help me set up a Facebook page and a website, and we can post some MP3s. Uncle O thinks I should include recordings of some of my other repertoire -- some pop and jazz tunes, in addition to the gospel songs.”“That’s a great idea, Aja. If you’d like to come by the station.”“Are you working tomorrow?” she asked.“I am, indeed. Do you still have the phone. I eyed him as he poured himself and me a beer from my rapidly depleting pitcher. I couldn’t help remembered what he looked like naked and licked my lips. Another stud that didn’t work out for me. He was about the same size as Brandon but fair skinned, blonde curly hair and deep emerald green eyes. What he could do with those sensuous cupid-bow lips and long supple tongue always amazed me. He was hung too, nine inches of thick uncut meat that got my ass twitching and balls boiling. “Don’t you.