Archive for October, 2016


Book Excerpts

In order to send some traffic to my new ebook, I decided to give previews of them. This is from the 1st part of Handcuffs. The link to my book is available here. I hope you enjoy this so far. https://www.amazon.com/dp/B01M31CZA2

Beso isn’t your ordinary prostitute looking for a few tricks to pay her bills. This is simply for the thrill. See by day she is a detective at her Sheriff’s Office and spends her nights and weekends fulfilling the fantasies of others. She’s 5’8″ , 180 pounds, and 25 years old with curves that’ll make the Amazon River jealous. Her honey, caramel skin reflects her African American and Creek Indian heritage. Her chocolate brown curls reach out to the sky, and her light brown eyes reflects the sun’s rays. She goes by Beso Alma at night and Alise Brown by day. She has a Bachelor’s and Master’s of Science in Criminal Justice, a resume that includes political lobbying, and is one of the youngest detectives in the state. She started out as a trooper with the highway patrol straight out of undergrad at the age of 21. Her Master’s was completed online during her off time. She has helped prosecute the top drug traffickers by strategically performing her traffic stops at high traffic areas such as truck stops, rest areas, and welcome stations. This is also how she ended up in prostitution.
One afternoon after a routine stop and truck inspection she caught the eye of a Fortune 500 CEO driving the finest Porsche Cayenne. It was a cobalt blue with chrome trim and all black leather interior. See this CEO had pulled over to the rest area to rest for a while. He had been driving for 5 hours, and needed a break. Little did he know he’d be breaking off this young trooper sometime in the future. “That’s a nice car you’re driving. I don’t know much about cars, but I know a nice one when I see one,” Mrs. Brown said.
“Thank you”, Mr. Colt chuckled, “Am I in trouble or are you just complimenting my vehicle?”.
Mrs. Brown said, “It’s just a compliment. It’s a nice car, and blue is my favorite color”. Somehow this conversation about his car turned into a 30 minute conversation about life. She handed him her business card and pulled off to complete her routine patrol along Interstate 20. Later that night on her business cell phone she received the text, “You have a lovely smile, and I’d like to see you sometime when I’m in town for business. I can also make you my business if you play your cards right”. It was from Mr. Colt. She ignored the text that night, but the next morning she woke up to another text from him that said, “Good morning beautiful”.
She replied, “Good morning. I hope you have a nice day.”
Mr. Colt replied, “It’d be even nicer if I can see you”. Mrs. Brown was not the type to cheat on her husband, but she thought it’d be nothing wrong with having friends so she responded, “I’ll get back with you on that”. That night after Mrs. Brown got off work, she was informed by her husband that he had to work a double so he would not be home until well after midnight.
She made plans with Mr. Colt. One thing led to another and she ended up bent over his hotel bed receiving backshots while gripping the sheets as he struggled to keep his erection. They ended up having an orgasm together. He kissed her on his forehead and slipped $200 in her hand. “I can’t accept this. It’s illegal, and I don’t do this. I have a husband, and…”, Mrs. Brown said before being cut short.
Mr. Colt kissed her on her lips and said, “You earned it, and this will be our little secret.” She left that night and cried on her way home. She was crying because she felt like she betrayed her husband, and was crying because she enjoyed it. For one night she was able to do what she was taught not to do. She was able to be a bad girl, get paid for it, and feel powerful.

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My First Book

I just recently published my first book called Handcuffs. For the past few months, it has been my baby. It is available on Amazon as an ebook for $5. It’s my 1st one so feel free to critique it. What did you like about it? What could have been better? Click on the link below for a literary treat.

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My 1st book has just been finalized. Look out for Handcuffs by Bre Necole on Amazon available for Kindle to purchase for $5. I will post a link to the book after it has been enjoyed. I hope you’ll like it.

For Sale On Etsy

I want to expand my Etsy, but I can’t without sales. For a limited time, you can buy a candle and get 3 soaps for free. Shipping is free to anywere in the US. A link to my shop is below.

Thank You

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For 4 months I was a dispatcher for law enforcement. After seeing what all the job entails, I commend anyone who makes it a career. Five things that stuck out to me during this time was the emotional draining, public entitlement, wondering, lack of resources, and ignorance.

Working as emergency personnel is emotionally draining. As an adult, I know that there are a lot of people in the world hurting. Taking emergency calls amplifies the exposure to it. The people who have to go to those calls feel it too. I remember one call where a driver was driving on the interstate and said a driver on the side of the road seemed like they needed assistance. I dispatched an officer to that location. As soon as he arrive, I ran the tag to make sure the vehicle wasn’t reported stolen or the tag wasn’t switched which is protocol. After the officer walked up to the car, he immediately called over the radio for an ambulance to be sent to that location because the driver was unresponsive. Now over the radio, his voice was calm and authoritative, but a few minutes later he called dispatch over the phone. He said that he had been trying to revive the driver for 5 minutes, but they wouldn’t wake up. I could tell in his voice that he was fighting tears. It was hard to hear that because dispatchers are told to keep emotions in check no matter what is going on. A part of me wanted to comfort him even though he was miles away. All I could do was let him know that an ambulance was on the way. I don’t know what he saw that day, but it got to him. I say incidents like this is emotionally draining because while this may be going on, dispatchers are receiving calls about a family member who should have been home 3 hours ago and the news just reported an accident on their route involving a similar vehicle. So you have officers on the side of the road with unresponsive drivers while family members are on the phone crying not knowing that in 5 minutes a call will come in about a car that just overturned with a child who has been ejected and is laying in the middle of the street dead. So after sending the ambulance to the unresponsive driver and scanning numerous records to see if that person was in an accident, you have the news calling because they heard about the accident before you did, and they are on the way to the scene. Then an officer, his supervisor, and a public information officer gets dispatched to the scene. The latter two are there because the news decided they want all of the footage. I can go on and on about emotions involved in that position, but that’d take a long time.

The public think they are entitled to certain perks and services not available through law enforcement just because they “pay taxes”. Nevermind the fact that dispatchers also pay taxes. In fact government employees are taxed twice. They pay the usual federal withholding tax, medicare tax, etc., but many municipalities require as a condition of employment to contribute to a retirement system for the state or local government which in my case was 6% before taxes. Then if a person leaves that job and requests a refund per the IRS, 20% of that refund is taxed. So yes, the public does contribute to the salary of dispatchers, but dispatchers contribute to their own salaries as well. One situation in particular that I’m reminded of is when a male in his early 20s called because he had a flat tire but not a spare tire. The first question he asked was, “Don’t you all give out spare tires?” Of course the answer was no. About 10-15 minutes away was the officer who would respond to this call if he wanted a ride to the nearest exit. The man did not want a tow truck because he had no money. Because of the construction in the area as well as car accidents, it would take an officer 30 minutes to get to him. Of course he goes on a rant about paying taxes so he should get a tire for free for the BMW he was driving even though he had no money for a tow truck.

The wondering what happened after a call takes a toll on dispatchers. During the summer, there are a lot of calls about teenagers taking their parents’ cars without permission and getting into accidents. I remember one day, 4 kids did this. It was 3 teenagers who brought their younger sibling with them. Somehow the teenagers overturned the vehicle while driving causing all 4 kids to have to go to the hospital. Two of the 4 were hospitalized with serious injuries while the other 2 were released. I never heard about what happened to those kids after that, but I wonder how their parents dealt with the situation. I wonder if the other two are o.k. I wonder if the parents were able to get another vehicle. I also wonder what happens to those who drive their car 50 feet off the interstate, but escape the crash with only minor injuries. I wonder how the family is doing whose loved ones were burned in their car after an accident or the woman who had a standoff with police while threatening suicide. It seems like dispatchers get a lot of unfinished stories that there is not way to follow up on.

Law enforcement do not receive a lot of necessary resources. Someone who works 10 hour days with 6-8 hours of overtime should not have to beg for new uniforms or an air conditioner that works in 100 degree F weather. There is no reason that their vehicles should not be maintained better as well as the equipment inside. The technology in their cars are not always what it should be so officers may have to drive miles to get a signal to upload reports or use a cell phone to call dispatch to get a tow truck. I know that it is not a job of luxury. I know that they are out there to save lives, but those who make the budgets got to take care of officers better. Everyone in legislation who has not been in law enforcement need to do a ride along to see what’s going on. When cops don’t have the resources needed, the public also suffers.

Lastly, ignorance is bliss. Before I dispatched, I could get on the interstate or highways and drive without feeling uncomfortable. Now after hearing the 50 ways that people manage to get into car accidents, i am not so comfortable anymore. The speed limit on the interstate is 70mph. How fast are you going that you rear end 18 wheelers? Why are you driving that close to one in the first place? How distracted are you that you fly into a tree? I’m not talking about going heard first into the trunk of a tree. I’m talking about the vehicle going airborne and landing in the branches like a nest. Thankfully these scenarios are not usually fatal, but it’d make me very nervous to see a car fly off the interstate. I really did not want to know some of the things that go on.

In conclusion, these are some things I felt, observed, and questioned. So much more could be written, but it would take forever. Dispatchers are truly unsung heroes, and I appreciate all that they do.

Seasonal Jobs

When most people think about a seasonal job, jobs that are only available during the summer months or the holidays may come to mind. This is not what I am thinking about. On Friday, September 30, 2016 I received some news regarding my position with the company. Due to the review from the client I had been working with, I had to find another position within the company. This did not surprise me nor discourage me because it made me think about my past jobs. I will like to call this job as well as the ones before it “seasonal” because they have all served a purpose in their season.
For about a year and a half, I was a sales associate for a major retailer. My main duties included folding clothes, answering phones, and customer service. During this time I had the privilege with working with a very encouraging manager who actually planted the seed for my promotion within the company. I honestly don’t know why I had not thought about it. She told me that I need to be trying to get into Asset Protection since that’s what my degree is in so that I can get that experience. It surprised me the way that she said it because I thought she was going to snatch a knot on me. You know that look your mama gives you when you had better do what she just told you to do? That’s the look and tone she spoke to me in. I thought about what she said for a while and eventually applied to those positions when they became available. I ended up getting the promotion in the company and became exposed to much more than I thought I would.
During my time as Asset Protection with that company, I came in contact with a lot of interesting people. Most of the sheriff deputies who I regularly worked with became some of my favorite people. They seemed to treat the people that they work with like family. I got to experience what it was like to file charges against someone through depositions and subpoenas. You truly never know who pays attention to what you do because the magistrates commented on how well I worded  my narratives. I was just trying to explain what happened and why the charges were necessary. I was able to see how criminal trials work and other things. I also got to work with someone who made me remember what it’s like to naturally smile again. When I was little, I naturally smiled. Teachers would tell my mom that I smiled all day. As I got older I stopped doing it as much, but when I was around this person it came back out of me. I’ll let this person know one day what they did for me.
While I was a sales associate prior to that position, I interned with politicians during the week. Even though that internship was only during that legislative session, it taught me how politics really work. In undergrad I only took one political science class, but that class was nothing like the real world. The internship allowed me to meet someone who marched with Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. He told us about how he lived during the discrimination at the University in Alabama. Later on he said he eventually received his Doctorates degree and mentioned how his kids were lawyers. Growing up I wasn’t exposed to much Black history outside of the usual Rosa Parks, George Washington Carver, and Harlem Renaiissance stories that most schools teach so this made me more aware of Black history while encouraging me to try harder. One day I was able to speak with one of the security guards and he realized that 30 years prior to that internship he was in Vietnam with my uncle. I gave him my uncle’s phone number, and they spoke for at least 30 minutes. When he came back into the area I was sitting while watching the Legislature session, I could see the tears in his eyes. At that moment I was proud that I could help two war buddies reconnect. I was a mess during that hour drive home though.
After I left my Asset Protection job, I started dispatching for law enforcement so that I could get my foot in the door. I really didn’t want to apply for the job, and it took me a year to do so. My foolish rationale at the time was that I’ll stick around long enough until I can transfer into a forensic position. I didn’t last long enough for that to happen. During this time one of my supervisors mentioned that it was free to go to the Department of Archives and research your genealogy. Not only did I take advantage of this, but I found out a lot. One day I went to the archives and looked around at the exhibits. Even though most of the history was based on Alabama history, it also revealed the nation in different time periods. When I was finally able to go to the research room I found out that I’m the descendant of slaves and slave owners. I found out that one of the slave owners that I am a descendant of used to pay for a teacher to educate his slaves. After his death, he left land and assets to his immediate family as well as the slaves who were his children. If I’m not mistaken his assets after the Civil War were about $500,000 worth. I tried to check an accurate online calculator and today what he left behind is equivalent to $12 million. His slave children used what he left behind to build a town, to build churches, and to start their own businesses. It made me realize that that’s probably why that side of my family are hustlers. I would have never known that information had I not taken that job as a dispatcher. The job didn’t work out, but it served its purpose. I was also able to see how much stress is involved when working in public service whether you are a first responder, dispatcher, or social worker. Dispatchers have a little bit of eveyone calling them. Literally.
We live in a culture where we are forced to find a career. Some people find one straight out of high school. Some people won’t find theirs until their 30s or 40s. Others may never find theirs, and that’s ok. I too have been in the position here I did not feel like going to work, but now I realize that those seasonal jobs served their purpose.

Random Thoughts

Being single is cool and all, but it’s isolating when the few real friends that you have are in relationships so you rarely have anyone to talk to.

Sometimes I wonder what it is like to be admired like the women who seem to attract all the men.

It’d be nice if I could relate to more of my peers. It’s weird when I see a group of 20 somethings hanging out knowing I haven’t hung with a group since my 18th bday. I’ll be 26 in Dec.

I envy people who actually enjoy life. I want to ask them if I could join, but I know I’d only be in the way.

I sometimes want to go to therapy just to have someone to talk to.

Etsy shop

I just opened up an Etsy shop. Partly because some extra cash would be helpful, but mostly because I’m usually at home making things that I don’t need. Click on the link below and, see if you like what you see.

Thanks

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