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G H E T T O H E A T® Ready for a sweet treat? Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you, selections from CONVICT’S CANDY, the new ground-breaking novel written by DAMON “AMIN” MEADOWS and JASON POOLE, Essence bestseller of LARCENY. Excerpts from CONVICT’S CANDY “Sweets, you’re in cell 1325; upper bunk,” the Correctional Officer had indicated, as he’d instructed Candy on which cell to report to. When she heard ‘upper bunk’, Candy had wondered who would be occupying the cell with her. As Candy had grabbed her bedroll and headed towards the cell, located near the far end of the tier and away from the officer’s desk and sight, butterflies had grown deep inside of Candy’s stomach, as she’d become overwhelmed with nervousness; Candy tried hard to camouflage her fear. This had been Candy’s first time in prison and she’d been frightened, forcefully trapped in terror against her will. Candy had become extremely horrified, especially when her eyes met directly with Trigger’s, the young, hostile thug she’d accidentally bumped into as she had been placed inside the holding cell. Trigger had rudely shoved Candy when she first arrived to the facility. “THE FUCK YOU LOOKIN’ AT, HOMO?” Trigger had spat; embarrassed that Candy looked at him. Trigger immediately had wondered if she had been able to detect something different about him and his masculinity; Trigger hoped that Candy hadn’t gotten any ideas that he might’ve been attracted to her, since Candy had caught Trigger staring hard at her. She’d quickly turned her face in the opposite direction, Candy wanted desperately not to provoke Trigger, as the thought of getting beat down by him instantly had come to Candy’s mind. She couldn’t exactly figure out the young thug, although Candy thought she might’ve had a clue as to why he’d displayed so much anger and hatred towards her. Yet, this hadn’t been the time to come to any conclusions, as Candy had been more concerned with whom she’d be sharing the cell with. When Candy had reached cell 1325, she glanced twice at the number printed above on the door and had made sure that she was at the right cell before she’d entered. Candy then peeped in the window to see if anyone had been there. Seeing that it had been empty, she’d stepped inside of the cell that would serve as her new home for the next five-and-a-half years. Candy had become overwhelmed with joy when she found the cell had been perfectly neat and clean; and for a moment, Candy had sensed that it had a woman’s touch. The room smelled like sweet perfume, instead of the strong musk oil that had been sold on commissary. Right away, Candy had dropped her bedroll and raced towards the picture board that had hung on the wall and analyzed every photo; she’d become curious to know who occupied the cell and how they’d lived. Candy believed that a photo had been like a thousand words; she’d felt that people told a lot about themselves by the way they’d posed in photographs, including how they displayed their own pictures. Candy then smiled as her eyes perused over photos of gorgeous models, both male and female, and had become happy when she’d found the huge portrait of her new cellmate. Judging by his long, jet-black hair, facial features and large green eyes, Candy had assumed that he’d been Hispanic. Now that she’d known the identity of her cellmate, Candy decided that it would be best to go find him and introduce herself; she’d hoped that he would fully accept her into the room. As Candy had turned around and headed out the door, she’d abruptly been stopped by a hard, powerful right-handed fist to her chiseled jaw, followed by the tight grip of a person’s left hand hooking around her throat; her vocal cords were being crushed so she couldn’t scream. Candy had haphazardly fallen back into a corner and hit the back of her head against the wall before she’d become unconscious momentarily. Within the first five seconds of gaining back her conscious, Candy had pondered who had bashed her so hard in her face. The first person that had come to mind had been Trigger. Secondly, Candy also had thought it might’ve been her new cellmate who obviously hadn’t wanted Candy in his cell, she’d assumed by the blow that Candy had taken to her flawless face. Struggling her way back from darkness, Candy’s eyes had widened wide, now being terribly frightened, as she had been face-to-face with two unknown convicts who had worn white pillow cases over their heads; mean eyes had peeked from the two holes that had been cut out from the cloth. The two attackers had resembled members of the Ku Klux Klan bandits as they hid their faces; both had been armed with sharp, ten-inch knives. Overcome with panic, there had been no doubt in Candy’s mind that she was about to be brutally raped, as there had been no way out. Candy then quickly prayed to herself and had hoped that they wouldn’t take her life as well. Yet, being raped no longer had been an important factor to Candy, as they could’ve had their way with her. All Candy had been concerned with now was continuing to live. Excerpt 2 from CONVICT’S CANDY “Begin ten-minute move,” the Correctional Officer had yelled over the loudspeaker, as he alerted inmates of their time limit to get to their next destination. In federal prison, this was called “controlled movement”, which was regulated hourly. Had an inmate not made his destination before the end of the move, he had been considered “out-of-bounds”, which caused minor infractions. “Damn, look how these fools scurry around like roaches once the move is announced,” Candy had said while she and Jose looked outside onto the compound from their cell window. “Yeah, I see. Ooh, Candy, look at Abdul’s fine ass,” Jose had responded in a sensual manner, as he’d lustfully laid eyes on the Muslim heading towards the gym. “I thought you warned me that Muslims were off limits,” Candy had stated, referring to the one-on-one prison rules amongst the inmates Jose had schooled her on three weeks ago. “They’re definitely off limits, but that doesn’t mean we can’t look and fantasize,” Jose had answered softly as he sounded like a woman. After the first week of rooming together, Candy and Jose had quickly become best friends, the two found out that they’d had a lot in common, although they were different. Unlike Candy, who had been obviously an openly transsexual at the facility, Jose had been considered a confused undercover gay male with latent female tendencies, being closeted and scared to reveal his sexuality, yet had been fully unaware that he was heading into the direction of becoming a transgender; being very soft and effeminate. Although Jose had desperately wanted to come out of the closet, he had been scared to proudly display his sexuality, afraid that he’d have problems with other vicious openly gay men that courted “down low” men; Jose feared that the homosexuals would be intimidated by his good looks—ultimately physically attacking Jose if he’d stole away their attention from the trades. Jose had been considered a “pretty boy” who had perfectly smooth, cream-colored skin, wavy shoulder-length hair and long eyelashes; ones he’d batted whenever Jose had cut his large green eyes. Jose never had to shave, only having a few small hairs that had grown under his chin, in which Jose had plucked out with his tweezers. Outside of the cell, Jose had carried himself like a true gentleman, yet behind his cell door with Candy, he frolicked about like a flaming queen; Jose traipsed around in homemade thongs, cropped T-shits, cut-off shorts and shower slippers. Other than Yalonda, Candy and Ray, who had easily spotted a man with gay tendencies by the way he’d walked, talked and by other body gestures and mannerisms, no other inmates on the compound had known of Jose’s secret; yet one officer had discovered that Jose was gay. Correctional Officer Mummy, a discreet, undercover trade had stumbled across Jose’s bundle of gay magazines and homemade female clothing, as he’d searched Jose’s cell recently during a routine shake down. Since then, the officer had become his secret admirer; often he’d left bottles of Thierry Mugler’s Angel perfume under Jose’s pillow while he’d worked at the infirmary. Then there was Ray, who Jose had shared his first sexual experience with; Jose had become obsessed with giving Ray oral sex since their initial meeting. Frequently, Ray had met Jose at his job, where he’d secretly given Ray oral pleasure inside of a broom closet; repeatedly he’d hungrily engulfed Ray’s rock-hard penis. Unbeknownst to Ray, Jose had fallen in love with him, yet he wasn’t effeminate enough for Ray. Jose not fully coming out of the closet before Candy had appeared, had put a damper on Jose courting Ray; Candy’s exquisiteness and feminine charm continued to cause a ruckus amongst the men throughout the entire jail. All the “down low” trades, especially Ray, had wanted a piece of Candy. Being totally discreet, Jose had never informed Candy of him and Ray’s companionship; he’d seen how much Candy had admired Ray—being head-over-heels for the trade. Jose also had been aware of Ray being secretly attracted to Candy, yet hadn’t made a move on her, which made Jose puzzled as to why. Ray had been plotting and scheming, playing his cards strategically across the board. He’d plan to set Candy up at the right time and take full advantage of the golden opportunity; which would become wide open. “Well, I guess you’re right,” Candy had replied. “There’s no crime in looking.” “Yes, but don’t ever let them catch you looking,” Jose had answered with a serious look on his face. “I know what you mean. I made the mistake of glancing at that guy named, Trigger, and his little crazy ass went off on me.” “Trigger isn’t as tough as he seems,” Jose had replied as he rolled his eyes. “I know…it’s something about Trigger…but, anyway, I don’t want to talk about him right now.” “So let’s talk about you being the ‘Queen Bitch’ of South Beach—tell me all the stories, Candy!” Jose had requested, enthralled by Candy’s life experiences. “What do you want to know?” Candy had asked as she giggled naughtily. “Well, tell me this before we go into your adventures, why did you get so upset at me last night when I joked and referred to you as a ‘homo’?” Candy had always despised it when someone had used the term “homo” or “faggot” to describe her sexual orientation, which had always left a sour taste in her mouth in the past—and now, in the present. All her life, Candy had struggled explaining the difference in her alternative lifestyle which left her once again, forced to educate Jose. “Jose, I’m not a homo, and I don’t think you’re one either.” “How can you be so quick to say what I am, Candy?” “Because, Jose, I’ve come across many types of men who were either gay, bisexual, “on the low” and ones who were intrigued with being with or becoming a transsexual. I’m usually good at detecting them all. Being though you haven’t come across many within the prison, you don’t know of the different categories. So honestly, you don’t even know what category you’re in. Now, I’ll school you on the different types, but it’s up to you to decide on what role to take.” “Well, go ahead; teach me,” Jose had squealed as he begged; immediately Jose had put up the cardboard sign in the cell door’s window for privacy. “Okay, Jose, now I know you weren’t intentionally putting me in the same class as a ‘homo’, mostly because I knew that you simply didn’t know the real difference. So, no, I wasn’t upset at you for calling me that. It’s just that the term has been used to ridicule me all my life; and I hate it. “Now, Jose, there are different types of transgender. The most common of the three are transsexuals, in which I’m giving you a fierce description of now; inside and out,” Candy had jokingly bragged, as she’d got up from the bunk and twirled around in a complete circle; Candy emulated a model at a fashion show. “Okay, bitch I get the point, you’re a transvestite,” Jose had said as he’d giggled lightly. “No, Jose, I’m a transsexual, not a transvestite, which is a cross-dresser. Cross-dressers differ from transsexuals, where they have no desire or aren’t preoccupied with removing their sex organs or their primary and secondary sex characteristics—being that transvestites take on both sex roles. Dressing up like the opposite sex sexually arouses them, in which some like to give and receive when having sex.” Candy had explained. “Damn, that sounds like Ke-Ke’s freaky ass. I heard that he goes down in the D-Block and “flips” young boys. Yolanda told me that Ke-Ke goes there and sucks on them young niggas dicks, then slips his finger in their asshole. If the dude lets Ke-Ke continue fingering him, he then turns back into “Keith”; proceeding to fuck them,” Jose had said as he’d gasp and cringed; shocked of Ke-Ke’s sex acts. “Well, I heard something like that myself. I’d also heard some other fucked up shit about Ke-Ke. I—” “Okay, okay, enough about that cum-guzzling whore. Candy, tell me more about the different types of transgender,” Jose had pleaded, eager to learn. “Alright, calm down. The third is a hermaphrodite. True hermaphrodites are rare and characterized by being born with both male and female organs; at birth, having the equal amount of male and female chromosomes.” “Damn, what are you some sort of doctor or something?” Jose had asked surprisingly, amazed at how knowledgeable Candy had been of the terms. “No, I’m not a doctor, silly,” Candy had smirked before she’d continued. “So those are the different types of transgender. Now, let’s discuss the different types of gay men. Lately there’s been this hype about homosexual men who are “on the low” or considered “down low” men. These men are usually afraid or ashamed to come out of the closet for various reasons, many reasons. Even here in prison, you have a lot of masculine men running around here who love to suck dick and take it in the ass—some you wouldn’t even imagine.” Candy had replied as she’d turned up her nose. “Again, like I said earlier, sounds like you talking about Ke-Ke’s beastly-looking ass, or rather should I say, ‘Keith’,” Jose had retorted if he had a problem with Ke-Ke. “No, Jose, I’m talking more like—,” Candy had stopped herself, she opted not to give her opinion on a guy she’d become suspicious of, not having full confirmation on the inmate’s sexual preference. “Well, let’s just say there are a lot of men, masculine men who have sex discreetly with other men, while protecting their identity. “Then there are bisexual men who have sex with both men and women. In some cases these men don’t favor one sex over the other, being satisfied by both. Yet others prefer to be with a man but continue to have sex with women because of denial, confusion, or for not wanting anyone to know about their true preference. Sometimes, these types of men would even try to court me, due to the fact that I’m close to being a woman than an effeminate man, such as yourself at the moment,” Candy had stated to Jose after teaching him a lesson about transgender and gay men categories. “What? What are you trying to say, Candy?” Jose had asked, as he’d snapped; now defensive. “Jose,” Candy had begun, “honestly, and don’t get upset and take this personal, but I feel that you’re very effeminate—look at you,” Candy had stated, as she’d pulled Jose towards the mirror that hung over the sink and positioned him in front of it; as they’d both seen each other’s reflection. “You’re so pretty and soft, just like me…there’s a woman inside of you that’s just dying to come out. But there’s something that’s keeping her in. Now, I personally don’t know exactly why you’re so scared to release her and face reality, but, Jose, one day you’re going to have to look in the mirror and decide who it is you’re really meant to be,” Candy had sincerely said to Jose, as the two stared long and hard at each other through the mirror. Immediately, tears had fallen silently from Jose’s wide green eyes, as his newfound reality had set in. Excerpt 3 from CONVICT’S CANDY Over the following months, Candy had become very familiar with the inmates and operations of the federal prison. She figured out who had been the undercover homosexuals from the openly gay men, some even had pointed out the trades to Candy often. Candy had also taken heed to what Yalonda had said about Ke-Ke’s men and made sure that she’d known every last one of them. Although Candy hadn’t contemplated on getting involved with any “down low” men, she’d made sure that she knew who they were anyway. Yet, thoughts of Ray had imposed upon Candy’s mind; she’d thought about how well he treated her. As time had flown by, their courtship had grown deeper. Anything Candy wanted or needed, Ray had provided it for her. From conversations to food items, sweat suits and sneakers, whatever she’d requested from commissary. They’d often walked the prison yard together, as the two talked regularly as they’d gotten to know each other. Ray and Candy had learned each other’s likes and dislikes, their outlook on life and how they’d perceived the world. Candy and Ray hadn’t had sex yet, but the whole compound assumed that the couple had been in love. Some inmates had even flashed fake smiles as the two walked by; others just nastily talked behind the pair’s backs. Regardless of how others within the prison had perceived them, the reality was: Candy and Ray had been considered to be “married”, with Ray doing anything and everything to protect Candy; his “woman”—even if it had meant risking his own life. On occasion, other masculine, hardcore convicts had become Candy’s secret admirers and had gone to her new job at the infirmary—they’d left love letters; the discreet inmates hoped that she’d give into their poetic charm. But no matter how enticing the other prisoners’ words may had been, no one occupied Candy’s mind but Ray. As they’d both walked the yard together as the couple held hands, Candy then proceeded with a series of questions: “Hey, Ray, can I ask you something?” “Yeah, what’s up, boo?” “Do you love Kim?” “Hmmm…good question…before I answer, I wanna know why you wanna know.” “Because, Ray, your answer will determine what I really want to ask you,” Candy had replied as she stopped walking abruptly to face Ray. “Aiiight then, my answer is yes and no.” “Excuse me?” “The reason why I said yes is because she does anything I tell her to do. And no because she’s not easy on my eyes.” “Mmmph, mmmph, mmmph, so I guess I’m easy on your eyes? Candy had asked as she’d flashed her brilliant smile. Ray then smiled back. Instantly, Ray had known that his plan had worked. Candy hadn’t only fallen in love with Ray, but she’d also fallen in love with his mind. Ray then laughed to himself as he’d begun lying to Candy. “Now, Candy, you know I ain’t never had sex with a—” Before Ray finished his sentence, Candy had cut him off. “Ray, I’m a woman, please don’t ever refer to me as a man!” “Candy, then you have to prove to me that you’re a woman,” Ray had replied, as he looked deep into her eyes. Candy had known from that statement alone that Ray had been ready for what she’d been willing to give him ever since the first day Candy had laid eyes on Ray. “Alright then, Ray. Meet me in my cell tonight at nine o’clock,” “How you gonna pull that off? What about your cellie?” Ray had asked curiously; he hadn’t wanted to get busted by Jose by meeting with Candy. “Don’t worry about Jose; he already knows how I feel about you. I’ll just ask him to go to the TV room or something.” “You told Jose how you felt about me?” Ray had asked suspiciously. He’d wondered if Jose had exposed to Candy that he was trade. If so, Ray would be sure to beat Jose’s ass first chance he’d gotten. “Yes, I told him, I hope you’re not upset. We talk about things like that all the time. You didn’t know that Jose was gay?” “Hell nah, I ain’t know,” Ray had lied with a straight face. He’d become relieved to know that Candy had still been in the dark about him and Jose’s friendship. “So you coming by or what?” Candy then asked seductively. “Yeah, I’ll be there—nine o’clock, right?” “Nine o’clock. I’m going to show you something really nice,” Candy had said tauntingly, as she’d walked away abruptly; Candy then switched her large behind to make Ray aroused. CONVICT’S CANDY, the new controversial novel by DAMON “AMIN” MEADOWS and JASON POOLE, Essence bestseller of LARCENY. CONVICT’S CANDY—A GHETTOHEAT® PRODUCTION. ISBN 0-9742982-2-0. Soft Cover - $15.00 H I C K S O N CEO of GHETTOHEAT® Publisher of GHETTOHEAT®, CONVICT’S CANDY, HOODFELLAZ and SKATE ON! GHETTOHEAT® P.O. 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The excerpts were great. Can't wait to read the book!!!!!!!!! |
