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Caught with Your Pants Down
It was Friday morning, and Prodigy Banks was running just as late as he had the other four days of the week. After hitting the snooze button for the fifth time, he reluctantly arose at 7:20 a.m., pulling up his tired body and sitting on the side of his honey-oak sleigh bed. He then placed his head in the palm of his hands and proceeded with his morning ritual: trying his best to come up with a good lie to let his supervisor know he wouldn’t be in the office that day.
It was not like he was ill; he just didn’t feel like going to work, and now he was running out of excuses. He’d lost count of the number of times he’d said his grandfather died. In fact, his grandfather did die, but that was in 1978. After realizing he had already used all of his good excuses, he conceded. He forced himself up and into the bathroom.
Prodigy had never been a morning person, which was why he had to get out of the Army. He realized Uncle Sam’s boys really did do more before nine a.m. than he planned on doing all day long. Plus, Simone, his manager and lover, spoiled him. She always covered for his tardiness.
Right now, she was the only one he was kicking it with, sort of. Slowly, Prodigy was trying to minimize his workload of women. He’d been with so many that it wasn’t much fun anymore. Plus, he discovered that more than half of the women he dealt with didn’t have anything going for them anyway. After sex, there wasn’t much left for them to talk about.
Now he was shifting gears by trying to focus on a single relationship that was mentally as well as physically stimulating. His new motto was to screw up, not down, which meant he would bypass the rank and file to focus on kicking it with a woman of power and status. Rich women need love too, he thought. He didn’t want his intentions misinterpreted, though. Just because he wanted a person who fit his definition of completeness didn’t mean he was looking for a serious relationship. He relished his carefree bachelor life, but whoever it was who would be taking care of his physical needs had to bring more to the table than a cute face and a fat butt. And right now, Simone was bringing breakfast, lunch, dinner, and a fat butt.
Maybe that was why, whenever women around the job inquired about him, Simone’s name always came up in the conversation. It was as if he was her property. Lately, though, she’d been getting on his nerves. She acted as if his sole purpose in life was to sit around and wait for her to get a moment away from her husband.
Damn that, he thought.
As he stared in the mirror, contemplating whether to give his already bald head a fresh shave, he noticed a white envelope that had been kissed by a set of juicy lips. He opened it and read the contents: I think it’s time that I get a key to your place. Love, Simone.
“What!” Prodigy said aloud. “She’s gotta go!”
He wasn’t having it, because not only was she married to some psychotic, pro-football-playing dude who could probably lift a Mack truck, she was becoming a bit too attached.
A key to his place?
Out of the question.
She must be on that crack pipe, he mused.
After deciding he would try to make it to work on time, he showered but opted against shaving his head.
He felt that if he was going to rid himself of Simone, then he’d better not put himself in a position where he would need her assistance to cover for his perpetual lateness.
He remembered his grandmother saying, “Hell has no fury like a woman scorned.” And after some of the women that he had dealt with, he now knew what she meant.
After completing his morning grooming ritual, Prodigy decided to wear his tan tailor-made suit. To complete the ensemble, he added a white cotton shirt and brown ostrich-skin shoes with a matching belt.
Since, as usual, he didn’t have time for breakfast, he grabbed a Little Debbie snack cake, jumped in his black GMC Yukon, and headed north on Interstate 285. As he bore down on the accelerator, burning rubber along the way, he ran into gridlock traffic on the Atlanta Expressway. From the looks of it, there was no way he was going to be sitting at his desk by eight-thirty.
“Damn! Who taught these nuts how to drive? I’m about to commit road rage.” Prodigy turned to his left and witnessed a driver in the far left-hand lane reading a newspaper and talking on a cell phone, with nothing in front of him but highway. Prodigy was infuriated, but all he did was smile and shake his head.
God, give me strength. Good thing today is Friday. I hope Simone is there to cover for me. I guess I’ll have to fire her another day, he said to himself.
He knew that if Simone weren’t there to cover for him, today could possibly be his last day at GMAC. Because of his habitual tardiness, he was already in the last stages of the company’s disciplinary chart, and even that was with Simone’s protection. Otherwise, he would have been out the door a long time ago.
Prodigy really liked his job, once he got there. It was a far cry from the type of work he used to do. The salary wasn’t all that great, but there were fifteen women to every guy. With a ratio like that, he’d almost be willing to work for free.
For now, the most important thing was getting to the office. So, after some creative driving (on the shoulder of the road, tailgating, passing on the right, and dipping in and out of traffic as if he were a fugitive on the run from the Georgia state troopers), Prodigy approached his destination. He steered onto the Dunwoody exit, and shortly thereafter swerved into his office complex. After entering the employee parking deck at 8:25 a.m., he hopped out of his truck and, much to his chagrin, ran into “miserable” Brenda, his ex–booty partner and current supervisor.
“Good morning, Mr. Banks. I see that you’re running late, as usual,” she said, looking at her watch.
“Calm down, I got this,” Prodigy said dryly but boastfully, because today he had arrived to work on time.
“I’m gonna calm you down,” she shot back.
He quickened his pace to pass her in an attempt to get to his desk. He knew that Brenda was still upset with him for leaving her hanging after Simone was hired more than a year ago. She was livid when he and Simone started kicking it.
Given half a chance, Brenda would torpedo him with all sorts of foul words. She reminded Prodigy that every day she saw him was a day she might snap and break his neck. The threat really amused him, considering she was only about four feet five inches tall and lucky to be one hundred pounds. And that was soaking wet.
She had a habit of asking anyone who would listen why someone such as Prodigy would play second fiddle to another man over a piece of high-yellow butt, reminding him and everyone else that Simone could never really be his, because of her marriage.
Prodigy just considered Brenda a hypocrite who would often get ghetto on him, calling him everything except the child of God. She would usually say something like: “Ya black ass is gonna burn in hell for all that sinning. But that’s the bed you made, and one day you gonna wake up to some hot grits.” Or “I hate you, you black bastard!”; that was her favorite one.
He would normally just listen to her, shaking his head. He’d sometimes reflect on their time together, letting her know that what she and he did was also a sin because they weren’t married either.
Prodigy could never figure out why she was tripping, because he never thought they had a relationship.
That’s just like a woman, trying to make a mountain out of a molehill. We never went to dinner or the movies. As a matter of fact, the only place we ever went together was to bed. She never even knew my home phone number. But to hear her tell it, I was her man. Get outta here! he thought.
Despite how wacky Simone was turning out, Prodigy still thought she was more of a woman part-time than Brenda could ever be working time and a half.
“We had sex, no more, no less, and that was all there was to it,” he would tell her, trying to avoid belaboring the issue. “Get over it.”
The factor that really drove him away from her, other than her being as cuckoo as that damn bird, was she was too much of a fanatic. In the two years he had been with the company, she had been a Christian, a Jehovah’s Witness, and a Muslim. Now she was in some new cult that didn’t allow her to show her skin on Tuesdays.
“Prodigy! You think that you can do whatever it is that you wanna do, don’t you? Keep it up and you’ll be looking for a job. You can’t keep showing up here whenever you feel like it. This ain’t church!” Brenda said snobbishly to his back.
Prodigy knew that Brenda spoke mostly just to hear herself talk, because she knew that he didn’t pay her any attention. He reported to Brenda, but Brenda reported to Simone.
Prodigy strolled through the glass doors leading to the mirrored high-rise, acknowledging Brenda with only a wave of the back of his hand. He was thinking that girl needed to lie on a couch and talk to someone with a Ph.D.
It was a good thing that his department was on the first floor, because if he had to wait on those slow elevators he would have met his corporate demise a long time ago. Whenever he did make it to work on time it was usually with only a minute or two to spare.
After arriving at his quadrant and signing in at eight-thirty, he made his daily rounds to greet everyone. It was his charismatic personality, not to mention drop-dead looks, that made many of his colleagues treat him as if he were a celebrity.
He never really thought much of his coworkers’ reaction or opinion of him, but it felt good, so he basked in it. Even so, he never let it go to his head, because he still remembered a time when, as a young man, he was teased about his dark complexion and full lips. Bullies in his North Philadelphia neighborhood had given him nicknames such as Smut, Blacky, and Tar Baby.
Now, as an adult, his looks had matured and the names had changed for the better.
2. 1. In many ways, The Hearts of Men is about men growing and accepting more responsibility in their lives. When Poppa Doc gives his sermon about respect and responsibility, he challenges the men to become real fathers to their children and good husbands to their wives. Do men lack responsibility and respect in real life? What about women?
Posted October 21, 2007
I got this book mainly cause it was cheap at the store I bought it from, and I really loved it. It's a very interesting read with lot's of twist. I never thought I could cry from reading a book, but this one made me.Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted March 4, 2007
Prodigy, Bernard, Poppa Doc and Prodigy's shiftless cousin are all someone we know. Papa Doc I can't even put into words of what a great impact he is in this story and is the strength behind each character in this book. Through life's experiences these three men tackle what life hands them and learns that certain things are instinct in their hearts. In this book Travis Hunter has introduced us to Prodigy Banks whom is a young man who has finally gotten all aspects of his life on the right track. He has gone from being a money-making thug to a full-time employee with GMAC. Prodigy learned the hard way that work and pleasure shouldn't miss. He decides to end his no-future relationship with Simone and focus on becoming a responsible/respectable employee. With his spare time, Prodigy finds great pleasure in volunteering at the local community center (where he encounters several children whose lives mirror his upbringing). Bernard Charles is an extremely hard-working man who spends countless hours at the Ford Motor Company so that he can provide for any and every need of his family (his wife-Diane and his daughter). Bernard was abandoned as a child and vowed years ago that he'd never do that to his family. What Bernard learns the hard way is that his hard work takes him away from his family and doesn't provide for their emotional needs. Poppa Doc is a retired city worker who has won many friends and influenced many people. Poppa Doc has been a father figure to both Bernard (his son-in-law) and Prodigy. This is ironic because the one relationship that causes him more stress is his relationship with his own son, Michael. Travis Hunter writes as though he was a seasoned author - hard to believe this was his first book. The characters were well developed and strong. Hunter is a 'portrait author', which allowed me to 'see' each of the characters and to feel as though I were at a movie rather than reading a book. It¿s great to know that Travis understands the true language of love. This book shows how we break the chains of mental, emotional and spiritual bondage. I commend Travis for a work well done simply because this work is from the heart of a man who has counted every beat and moves to it's rhythms through the symphony of life. Highly recommended.Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted September 27, 2006
I went to the book store in my town to look for something to read....after seen Travis selection I decided to buy the hearts of men...Oh my God is the word to describe the book, I laugh, cry but most of all I enjoy the book, I started the book on Sept 23rd @ 5 pm the 24th @ 3 pm I was done reading it, the book open knowlegde, gives one courage, faith and believes, beein that I am a divorce mom I Glad that I read the book because I have a 13 year old son. Travis very good job, I well be heading back to buy the rest of your novel selection...Keep up the good work God Bless.. Lourdy Parker Turks and Caicos IslandWas this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
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Posted September 28, 2004
I felt that Prodigy was the main character of the story as well as Travis put him. This good looking young man was full of rage when he was younger, and that way he expressed his physical unattractiveness through not having a father and using sex to get his way by rebelling. He really did not have a father or daddy in his life, but he grow to understand some things as he met someone that in a Godly mysterious way a gentleman became his father figure or daddy as you would properly put it. Through his persistence of going to church, helping others, and finally seeing his own mistakes, he was blessed in getting to meet someone that actually saw him friendly and by him showing himself to be friendly. He did know the heart of a man. 'Beauty is in the eye of the Beholder.' You can not find beauty in cheating, lying and etc. But, 'Honesty is the best policy.' This love story ended beautifully and the sequel is carrying on to the next book, which is amazing, 'Married, but still Looking!' I will be reading all of Travis Hunter's interesting books and I would like to know, 'How do I get to this position to be a romantic and bold novelist?' I am also proud and receptive in talking to others about his amazing wonderful mind about how Travis puts his heart in his writing, like myself.Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted July 10, 2004
This book kept me going. i couldnt put it down! one of the best books i read. all the characters were well put together. prodigy is my favorite- a strong black male taking his life to the next level and doing good for himself and those around him. GO GET THE BOOK!Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted December 4, 2003
This was a great read. About black love,loss, and power keep it all together. This book was awesome I read in two days. I found myself not wanting to put it down. Travis Hunter keep up the good work.Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
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Posted August 2, 2002
This was a great book and i am very happy that i bought it. I read a lot off books and this is up there on my list of great books.I bought his new book and can not wait until i read it. Thanks Mr. Hunter keep them coming.Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted May 28, 2002
I DID NOT THINK I WOULD LIKE THIS BOOK; BOY WAS I WRONG!!!! THIS BOOK WAS EXCELLENT. IT DESERVES MORE THAN 5 STARS. I LOVED IT. KEEP UP THE GOOD WORK TRAVIS!!! I AM PURCHASING HIS SECOND NOVEL 'MARRIED BUT STILL LOOKING' THIS WEEK. IF YOU HAVE NOT READ THIS BOOK. I ADVISE YOU TO.Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted May 17, 2002
I have read this book twice! Travis Hunter writes as though he was a seasoned author - hard to believe this is his first book. The characters were well developed and strong. Hunter is a 'portrait author', which allowed me to 'see' each of the characters and to feel as though I were at a movie rather than reading a book. I enjoyed the beginning, middle and especially the end; wanting more and hoping that this won't be the last book that comes from this talented author.Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted July 26, 2002
I have read alot of books, but this one takes the cake. I enjoyed every page in this book. I cried at the end, my boyfriend was looking at me like I had lost my mind. But I actually gained a new favorite to my collection of titles. And I hope who ever reads this will do the same.Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted January 24, 2002
'The Hearts of Men' was a well written book. I can no put in words the joy I found in this wonderful peace of literature. Travis Hunter has truly touch my soul. I am a single mother and full time student and work 40 hours per week. I can relate to the character Nina the most, I have shed those same tears wondering when life was going to be on my side. Travis is sharing with men (black men) that they should appreciate the women in their life's. Papa Doc I can't even put into words his story line but he was defiantly the strength behind each character. If God came down to this earth to pick a soul to speak through and share his message he would choose Papa Doc, because his faith and love and wisdom touch everyone in his life. If you haven't read this book please do. Buy two copies and share with the man (black man) in your life that needs a nice kick in the butt to better himself. This book isn't preachy but it would make you sit back and think about where you been and what path your future will take. Erica, Rockford ILWas this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
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Posted October 20, 2001
I BELIEVE THAT THIS BOOK WAS JUST TO GOOD TO BE TRUE. I LOVED IT FROM THE BEGINNING TO THE VERY END. I THINK THAT IT WAS ABOUT TIME FOR A BOOK TO BE WRITTEN ABOUT SOME STRONG BLACK MEN. CAUSE I KNOW THAT THERE ARE MANY OF THEM OUT THERE.THE WAY PRODIGY STEPS IN AND PLAYS HIS ROLE WITH BLAKE WAS WONDERFUL. YOU ALWAYS READ A LOT OF BOOKS WHERE BLACK WOMEN HAVE STEPPED UP TO THE PLATE AND HAVE DONE THEIR PART AS A STEP PARENT BUT NOT TO OFTEN DO YOU HEAR ABOUT OUR BLACK MEN BEING JUST THAT,MEN!!! I LOVE THIS BOOK CANT WAIT TO READ TRAVIS HUNTERS NEXT BOOK.AND I AM HOPING FOR A SEQUEL. I WOULD LOVE TO SEE IF DIANE AND BERNARD ,ESPECIALLY MICHEAL ARE TAKING CARE OF BUSINESS. A MUST READ.Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.