Two weeks afterwards, Oscar asked Professor Koening for a second date, oops! German Dialogue! In the meanwhile, he had encouraged Cutie to have one of her dialogues with the professor off campus. Cutie asked the professor to meet her at the same restaurant Oscar had his class. Oscar took Cutie to the restaurant before the appointed time; he did not want the professor to see him for obvious reasons. The dialogue went well, and the professor took Cutie back to campus. Cutie told Oscar about the wonderful time they had together, and the affable personality of Professor Koenig. Oscar was delighted about Cutie’s successful dialogue and the intriguing web he was weaving. He had to prevent Cutie from conjuring up any suspicion relative to the ulterior motive he harbored in asking for a second German dialogue. Professor Koenig’s house was a large luxurious palatial mansion. Oscar stopped in the circular driveway; he climbed the marble staircase to a big door that signaled entrance to the palace. He spoke to the footman at the door and then went back down the stairs. Oscar turned around to see the footman opened the door, and goose-bumps with a tingling feeling swept over him. Professor Koening stepped out in a red dress that accentuated, indeed flaunted, ever curve in her incredibly sexy body. Oscar opened the door; Professor Koening graciously entered the car. As Oscar looked around he saw a magnificent view of the city and the Caribbean Sea below. He was high up in St. Andrew Hills, which was indicative of the unquestioned highest dating peak of his young life. His heart was racing; he was trembling as he entered the driver’s seat. He did not put his hand on the steering wheel in order to conceal his nervousness. He sat there briefly, trying to make light conversation; never in his life was he in proximity to such a gorgeous creature of brain and beauty. How could he even begin to communicate on a sexual level with this outstanding woman of power, wealth, and sophistication? While he was in his contemplation, she accidentally touched his leg, and LJS jumped like a frightened puppy.

Two weeks afterwards, Oscar asked Professor Koening for a second date, oops! German Dialogue! In the meanwhile, he had encouraged Cutie to have one of her dialogues with the professor off campus. Cutie asked the professor to meet her at the same restaurant Oscar had his class. Oscar took Cutie to the restaurant before the appointed time; he did not want the professor to see him for obvious reasons. The dialogue went well, and the professor took Cutie back to campus. Cutie told Oscar about the wonderful time they had together, and the affable personality of Professor Koenig. Oscar was delighted about Cutie’s successful dialogue and the intriguing web he was weaving. He had to prevent Cutie from conjuring up any suspicion relative to the ulterior motive he harbored in asking for a second German dialogue. Professor Koenig’s house was a large luxurious palatial mansion. Oscar stopped in the circular driveway; he climbed the marble staircase to a big door that signaled entrance to the palace. He spoke to the footman at the door and then went back down the stairs. Oscar turned around to see the footman opened the door, and goose-bumps with a tingling feeling swept over him. Professor Koening stepped out in a red dress that accentuated, indeed flaunted, ever curve in her incredibly sexy body. Oscar opened the door; Professor Koening graciously entered the car. As Oscar looked around he saw a magnificent view of the city and the Caribbean Sea below. He was high up in St. Andrew Hills, which was indicative of the unquestioned highest dating peak of his young life. His heart was racing; he was trembling as he entered the driver’s seat. He did not put his hand on the steering wheel in order to conceal his nervousness. He sat there briefly, trying to make light conversation; never in his life was he in proximity to such a gorgeous creature of brain and beauty. How could he even begin to communicate on a sexual level with this outstanding woman of power, wealth, and sophistication? While he was in his contemplation, she accidentally touched his leg, and LJS jumped like a frightened puppy.

Two weeks afterwards, Oscar asked Professor Koening for a second date, oops! German Dialogue! In the meanwhile, he had encouraged Cutie to have one of her dialogues with the professor off campus. Cutie asked the professor to meet her at the same restaurant Oscar had his class. Oscar took Cutie to the restaurant before the appointed time; he did not want the professor to see him for obvious reasons. The dialogue went well, and the professor took Cutie back to campus. Cutie told Oscar about the wonderful time they had together, and the affable personality of Professor Koenig. Oscar was delighted about Cutie’s successful dialogue and the intriguing web he was weaving. He had to prevent Cutie from conjuring up any suspicion relative to the ulterior motive he harbored in asking for a second German dialogue. Professor Koenig’s house was a large luxurious palatial mansion. Oscar stopped in the circular driveway; he climbed the marble staircase to a big door that signaled entrance to the palace. He spoke to the footman at the door and then went back down the stairs. Oscar turned around to see the footman opened the door, and goose-bumps with a tingling feeling swept over him. Professor Koening stepped out in a red dress that accentuated, indeed flaunted, ever curve in her incredibly sexy body. Oscar opened the door; Professor Koening graciously entered the car. As Oscar looked around he saw a magnificent view of the city and the Caribbean Sea below. He was high up in St. Andrew Hills, which was indicative of the unquestioned highest dating peak of his young life. His heart was racing; he was trembling as he entered the driver’s seat. He did not put his hand on the steering wheel in order to conceal his nervousness. He sat there briefly, trying to make light conversation; never in his life was he in proximity to such a gorgeous creature of brain and beauty. How could he even begin to communicate on a sexual level with this outstanding woman of power, wealth, and sophistication? While he was in his contemplation, she accidentally touched his leg, and LJS jumped like a frightened puppy.

This book is about a woman who had come to America from Kashmir India. She had no knowledge about American culture or American Justice System. She was married in India and her husband brought her to America. In America her husband started abusing her. Being culturally abound, she kept taking abuse on daily basis and kept lying about her bruises and cuts to those who were asking her questions about her injuries. Abuse got worst to the extent that one day her husband tried to kill her. She gained her consciousness after couple of hours when her husband decided to dump her body in the park. Somehow in the morning she managed to escape with her two children. She went to a woman's shelter where she lived for six months. In the shelter they insisted that she had to go to the court to get restraining order for her safety. In that process, her children were taken by the court and were given to that abusive man from whom they had a narrow escape. She was forced to pay child support when she had not taken even a one cent from her home or from her husband after she left. Her two children were given to their father because she was going to school. Judge punished her and her two children for trying to establish their life. Her Children suffered the most because of the Justice System. I wrote this book for two reasons One reason is to tell my children especially my son that I am very sorry for taking my case to American Justice System because his father has kept him in fear. Even my son is adult now but his father is still treating my son like he was treating me and my son is kept in a lot of fear, stress and extreme tension. His father didn't let him complete his education. If he had encouraged my son to complete his education, then he wouldn't be able to control my son's life. That is tearing my heart every day. And second reason is that I want to help a Battered Woman and their children by telling them my story. I was a very private person but that didn't help me. Every battered woman of this country should know that when a man hit his wife is not love. It is a danger sign figure out on time about safety zones for self and for children. My story will guide them to be strong enough to help their children.

This book is about a woman who had come to America from Kashmir India. She had no knowledge about American culture or American Justice System. She was married in India and her husband brought her to America. In America her husband started abusing her. Being culturally abound, she kept taking abuse on daily basis and kept lying about her bruises and cuts to those who were asking her questions about her injuries. Abuse got worst to the extent that one day her husband tried to kill her. She gained her consciousness after couple of hours when her husband decided to dump her body in the park. Somehow in the morning she managed to escape with her two children. She went to a woman's shelter where she lived for six months. In the shelter they insisted that she had to go to the court to get restraining order for her safety. In that process, her children were taken by the court and were given to that abusive man from whom they had a narrow escape. She was forced to pay child support when she had not taken even a one cent from her home or from her husband after she left. Her two children were given to their father because she was going to school. Judge punished her and her two children for trying to establish their life. Her Children suffered the most because of the Justice System. I wrote this book for two reasons One reason is to tell my children especially my son that I am very sorry for taking my case to American Justice System because his father has kept him in fear. Even my son is adult now but his father is still treating my son like he was treating me and my son is kept in a lot of fear, stress and extreme tension. His father didn't let him complete his education. If he had encouraged my son to complete his education, then he wouldn't be able to control my son's life. That is tearing my heart every day. And second reason is that I want to help a Battered Woman and their children by telling them my story. I was a very private person but that didn't help me. Every battered woman of this country should know that when a man hit his wife is not love. It is a danger sign figure out on time about safety zones for self and for children. My story will guide them to be strong enough to help their children.

This book is about a woman who had come to America from Kashmir India. She had no knowledge about American culture or American Justice System. She was married in India and her husband brought her to America. In America her husband started abusing her. Being culturally abound, she kept taking abuse on daily basis and kept lying about her bruises and cuts to those who were asking her questions about her injuries. Abuse got worst to the extent that one day her husband tried to kill her. She gained her consciousness after couple of hours when her husband decided to dump her body in the park. Somehow in the morning she managed to escape with her two children. She went to a woman's shelter where she lived for six months. In the shelter they insisted that she had to go to the court to get restraining order for her safety. In that process, her children were taken by the court and were given to that abusive man from whom they had a narrow escape. She was forced to pay child support when she had not taken even a one cent from her home or from her husband after she left. Her two children were given to their father because she was going to school. Judge punished her and her two children for trying to establish their life. Her Children suffered the most because of the Justice System. I wrote this book for two reasons One reason is to tell my children especially my son that I am very sorry for taking my case to American Justice System because his father has kept him in fear. Even my son is adult now but his father is still treating my son like he was treating me and my son is kept in a lot of fear, stress and extreme tension. His father didn't let him complete his education. If he had encouraged my son to complete his education, then he wouldn't be able to control my son's life. That is tearing my heart every day. And second reason is that I want to help a Battered Woman and their children by telling them my story. I was a very private person but that didn't help me. Every battered woman of this country should know that when a man hit his wife is not love. It is a danger sign figure out on time about safety zones for self and for children. My story will guide them to be strong enough to help their children.

When the author learned that her great-great-grandmother had been murdered, she began an investigation into her family’s history that led her to discover other murders-- lots and lots of murders.

Sex is one of creation’s best gift to humanity. It is one gift that is uppermost in every human being’s mind, and yet it is the most violated and abused of the gifts. By it, living beings procreate. By it, the human body can be healed, massaged, or destroyed, depending on how one uses it. In this book, the author shows the reader the spiritual side of sex that can destroy our bodies and lives if not attended to. Sex is not only physical excitement. It is also spiritual infusion and has more consequences than most people think. It is this spiritual side of things that Pastor Kilton Moyo reveals to the reader. This book therefore comes to you at a time when there is so much confusion about sex and sexuality and becomes your guide in finding the Creator’s mind about our sexuality.

Sex is one of creation’s best gift to humanity. It is one gift that is uppermost in every human being’s mind, and yet it is the most violated and abused of the gifts. By it, living beings procreate. By it, the human body can be healed, massaged, or destroyed, depending on how one uses it. In this book, the author shows the reader the spiritual side of sex that can destroy our bodies and lives if not attended to. Sex is not only physical excitement. It is also spiritual infusion and has more consequences than most people think. It is this spiritual side of things that Pastor Kilton Moyo reveals to the reader. This book therefore comes to you at a time when there is so much confusion about sex and sexuality and becomes your guide in finding the Creator’s mind about our sexuality.

When the author learned that her great-great-grandmother had been murdered, she began an investigation into her family’s history that led her to discover other murders-- lots and lots of murders.

When the author learned that her great-great-grandmother had been murdered, she began an investigation into her family’s history that led her to discover other murders-- lots and lots of murders.

Welcome to Hunts Point, New York City. They called it the Point, a small neighborhood in the South Bronx. Known for its red lights district, violence and poverty, Hunt's Point is a tough place to survive. Spiro Tobick and his sister Sephrina were born during the crack epidemic to two homeless addicts. Eventually addiction took its toll on them and after their parents disappeared Spiro was forced to take responsibility before he was even thirteen. The streets were no match for Spiro's desire and ambitions to allow his sister to be as comfortable as possible. He sold candy on the subway, stole from stores and sold weed during the day and then cleaned up chop shops, ran errands for prostitutes and worked in trap houses at night. Spiro did all he could to protect his sister, but eventually they were caught and sent through Foster Care. After years of being tortured by their Foster Father and ravaged by the system their cries are heard and their Uncle adopts them. Ten years later, tension reaches its peak in the relationship between Spiro and Sephrina and she departs on a Heroin binge. Worried sick, Spiro accepts a deadly task from his Uncle who is the boss of Hunts Point's major crime syndicate. Spiro realizes this would advance his request to get a job in Manhattan away from Hunts Point. Spiro tries aimlessly to get away but the past wouldn't let him go. With a heart simmering with guilt and memories of a painful past, Spiro searches for answers and his sister, finding so much more in the process. With so much to lose, will Spiro balance his life without losing himself? Will he fall to deep in the process? Or will Sephrina become yet another victim of the promises of the city?

Welcome to Hunts Point, New York City. They called it the Point, a small neighborhood in the South Bronx. Known for its red lights district, violence and poverty, Hunt's Point is a tough place to survive. Spiro Tobick and his sister Sephrina were born during the crack epidemic to two homeless addicts. Eventually addiction took its toll on them and after their parents disappeared Spiro was forced to take responsibility before he was even thirteen. The streets were no match for Spiro's desire and ambitions to allow his sister to be as comfortable as possible. He sold candy on the subway, stole from stores and sold weed during the day and then cleaned up chop shops, ran errands for prostitutes and worked in trap houses at night. Spiro did all he could to protect his sister, but eventually they were caught and sent through Foster Care. After years of being tortured by their Foster Father and ravaged by the system their cries are heard and their Uncle adopts them. Ten years later, tension reaches its peak in the relationship between Spiro and Sephrina and she departs on a Heroin binge. Worried sick, Spiro accepts a deadly task from his Uncle who is the boss of Hunts Point's major crime syndicate. Spiro realizes this would advance his request to get a job in Manhattan away from Hunts Point. Spiro tries aimlessly to get away but the past wouldn't let him go. With a heart simmering with guilt and memories of a painful past, Spiro searches for answers and his sister, finding so much more in the process. With so much to lose, will Spiro balance his life without losing himself? Will he fall to deep in the process? Or will Sephrina become yet another victim of the promises of the city?

About the book: Martha was so caught up in Robert’s charm that she ignored the signs of his abusive behavior. Although everyone was telling her that he was abusive, she didn’t believe them because he was so charming. Robert was a father figure to Martha’s son, Ayden. How could she resist such a man? But things are not always what they seem . . . Singer and writer Sherell Rosegreen tells the frightening true story of a woman suffering the torment of an abusive relationship. Sherell speaks to other women who have found themselves in dangerous relationships and offers words of hope and encouragement to those who must find the courage to leave.

About the book: Martha was so caught up in Robert’s charm that she ignored the signs of his abusive behavior. Although everyone was telling her that he was abusive, she didn’t believe them because he was so charming. Robert was a father figure to Martha’s son, Ayden. How could she resist such a man? But things are not always what they seem . . . Singer and writer Sherell Rosegreen tells the frightening true story of a woman suffering the torment of an abusive relationship. Sherell speaks to other women who have found themselves in dangerous relationships and offers words of hope and encouragement to those who must find the courage to leave.