Three Rims and a Hubcap

Dr. J. Gentile Everett Preview Excerpt #1: Her cordial, and congenial manner of respect especially to her employer was always apparent, and this was one of her greatest attributes- to win over the support of associates that further fortified her popular character of purity. Her public image was impeccable and almost without flaws while weekly she raked in large amounts of money from the sex, liquor, and the extortion business that she ran and controlled from the seat of evil, which seemed to glow brightest in the darkness of the night. Excerpt #2: The day for her to speak at Star Community Church was a special day, and it was blessed by beautiful balmy weather. On Sundays, Dominique always dressed to the nines in her Sunday best. She would always combine glamour and comfort, a feat that many, if not most of her parishioners were not and would never be able to do. Dominique always donned gloves. Her hands were the only part of her body that she did not mind keeping covered. She thought that gloves were the epitome of excellence, especially White gloves that, to her, was an illusion for purity in the sight of others. Her gloves, no matter the color, would always match her outfit. She had them pulled just below her elbow. She took special care to accessorize her outfit. She loved furs, and had a different fur for each Sunday of the month. No fur was imitation. No animal was off limits. To her, fur was the definition of elegance. Her dresses were always bright and colorful. Anyone that wore bright colors on a Sunday exuded confidence, especially women. She believed that her presentation was just as important as what she preached. Besides, she was trying to sell herself, which came at any price, and she was trying to sell her sermons which would bring souls by the hundreds to the sanctuary and to her own cause. Excerpt #3: Dominique was meticulous about her wardrobe since she learned the importance of personal presentation. As an accent to her trademark legs, Dominique wore a slim-cut dress with bulging shoulder pads to bring attention to her shapely hips, 24 inch waist, and swan-like neck. Her shoes were equally as stunning. It was always a last minute decision for her if she were going to wear her peep toe wedges or her T-strap square heels. Her mind would always lead her to the right decision, and she was always a winner. Dominique depended lot on her inner voice, and never second guessed the advice that would come from within. That inner voice hadn’t let her down with the wealth she had amassed so far, so surely it wouldn’t let her down when it came to picking out the appropriate shoe for the occasion. Excerpt #4: Yes, she loved singing and working in her local church, but her love for the church and her loyalty to the Colonel did not come close to fulfilling her financial requirements for the services she was rendering. She would attend church services regularly, and at the altar call when congregants would gather for prayer, Sister Louise had one thing on her mind, and that was for the Lord to shower her with more, more, and more money. Excerpt #5: That afternoon, after morning worship, Deacon Bennie and his wife Mae Bell took Dominique to dinner as a gesture of thanks and fellowship. While chatting and exchanging laughter, Mae Bell asked to be excused to visit the ladies room, and Dominique suggested that she would go, too. When they arrived in the ladies room, Dominique noticed Mae Bell’s slip was hanging low, and with unbridled boldness, she began to assist Mae Bell by touching her hips with one hand, and lifting the slip with the other. As she lifted her slip, she looked into Mae Bell’s eyes, and believed she saw an opening for some unchartered excitement. Mae Bell embraced Dominique, and Dominique took over the moment. She kissed Mae Bell, and gently began to touch her all over. Mae Bell found herself quickly under the spell of Dominique. She moaned quietly saying I have been so curious so long for this, the passion of the moment intensified as the two began to rotate their hips toward each other. Dominique by now aggressively touches her hips and back and gently ran her fingers through her hair. Then there was a loud thump, which interrupted the blazing passion of this visit, which also indicated someone had entered the ladies room. They quickly recollected themselves, and with the poise of two social sophisticants, they sauntered back to the dinner table. Excerpt #6: The Colonel said, “Dominique, you are a pretty colored girl and you need to learn this now. You just supposed to do what White men tell you to do. That’s what niggra girls is for. You were born to clean my houses, and be ready to pleasure White men when they take the notion.” Dominique was furious and started thinking of some evil dark way to address the Colonel’s comments in unmistakable defiance. She felt demeaned and thought because she was a young Black girl in the Deep South, no one of any real significance would even raise an eyebrow at the comments of the Colonel. Because at this very moment, Dominique believed his words represented the mindset of the Deep South in General. She felt powerless without any real weapon upon which she could rely, but resisted becoming angry and responding out of misguided emotion, she thought it was better if she responded out of methodical thought.