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Authors: T.N. Baker

Tags: #African American Women - New York (State) - New York, #Action & Adventure, #Inner Cities - New York (State) - New York, #Queens (New York, #General, #Urban Life, #Prostitutes - New York (State) - New York, #African American Women, #Fiction, #Domestic Fiction, #N.Y.)

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Speaking of dykes, I haven't heard from that bitch Chasity since she got knocked the fuck out and I'd like to keep it like that. I need for her psycho ass to stay as far away from me as possible and just to make sure of that, I won't even be going up in Honey's anymore. I put these two girls that I'm cool with on to help me out, push my supply and get that lil' side dough outside of shaking they asses.

Raina and Silk, they both some thorough ass Brooklyn chicks, they don't take no shit from them females or the niggas up in Honey's. When I met them we just clicked for some reason. Another thing I like about them is that weed is there choice of get high, so there shouldn't be no shorts, no getting high off the supply type shit going on 'cause that's bad for business. I told them about the incident I had with that crazy bitch Chasity and they were ready to beat her ass for me just on GP (general prin-ciple).

"Now that's what's up, but nah, it's cool don't even fuck with her," I told them. I didn't want to take it to the extreme, unless I had to. In a way shit worked out for the best 'cause I needed some rest. Besides my man
is
coming home.

EPIPHANY

I was glad Mali was here with me.
I told him that I was going through a stressful time right now. He could tell I'd been crying and the last thing I needed him to think was that a nigga made me cry, but his company made me feel a lot better. I didn't want to get into details, but I touched on my situation with C-God and Tanya just a little. Mali said he knew Tanya. Don't ask me how, but I wouldn't be surprised if the bitch been around the block a few times, you know what I mean?

He was interested in what I had to say about C until I asked about their beef. I guess it was to soon for him to trust me again

'cause after I asked him about that he told me that shit was cool and he ain't wanna talk about the nigga no more. Before he use to tell me
everything
... well, I won't say everything... but a lot.

Now, he's on some hush-hush bullshit, which is cool. I know I just gotta spend a lil' time with him and shit'll be all good.

Besides talking, we could play a few hands of cards, order Chinese food and watch
Love Jones
. I don't care how many times I see that movie I'll never get tired of it, maybe because I wish so bad that I had a love like Nina and Darius. I think I had love for Mali when we were together, I'm not sure. I thought I loved C-God but please, now that I think about it, maybe I don't know shit about love.

I got up to go to the bathroom. "You alright, cause your ass is looking kind of thick in them shorts girl?" Mali questioned.

"I'm fine, that's just good living, that's all," I laughed.

"Yeah, I hear that," he said. On my way back from the bathroom, I decided to spice things up a bit. It was only 6 p.m. and I wasn't ready for him to leave yet. I was feeling kinda horny and wouldn't mind giving him a sample of some of this pregnant pussy (and you know what they say, it's the best). I walked over and stood in front of him, wearing some spandex boy cut shorts that hugged my ass nicely and a tank top. My pussy was dead smack in his face. He looked up at me. "What's up?" He was playing stupid.

"Don't you miss this?" I asked.

"I'm here right," he said. I sucked my teeth and sat back down on the couch, he wasn't stroking my ego the way I wanted him too. I knew he wanted me. "Yo, you mad?" he asked, puzzled.

"Should I be?" I answered back sarcastically.

"Nah, I don't even know why you tripping, cause you know I missed you. What you need to hear a nigga say it?" he said cracking a smile. Mali always had a nice smile to go with that sweet caramel complexion of his.

His smile made me smile, "Yes."

"Okay cool, Epiphany I miss the shit out of you and that too," he said pointing toward what's between my legs. We both laughed, I moved in closer, kissed his lips and asked him to stay with me for the rest of the night.

SHANA

Smitty called me this morning with some good news.
He said K.C. was being released this evening but wasn't sure what time yet and he was gonna pick him up. "I thought he had to do a few more days, not that I'm disappointed or anything, but how did he get out of doing those days," I asked. Smitty said somebody K.C. was cool with pulled some strings in the right places and got him released a couple days early.

"Somebody like who?" I asked. I don't trust those C.O. bitches up in them jails 'cause I heard they be letting the inmates hit it on the low shit. And why he ask you to pick him up?"

"Yo, 'cause we got some shit...we got some matters to discuss, that's why," he laughed. "Any further questions ask ya man when he get there a'ight."

"A'ight Smitty, bye."

"Hold up, one more thing Sha before I go, let's just say he did fuck one of them C.O. bitches in jail, why would you even trip if it got the nigga home early to be with you, you feel what I saying." His grimey ass started to laugh.

"Bye Smitty," I ain't even respond to that shit, 'cause four or five days was nothing. Now years, that's some different shit.

Smitty was a'ight but I could tell that nigga loved some drama.

When I got off the phone I took a good look at the crib and it was a mess. It's a good thing Smitty is picking him up 'cause I had work to do. I put on Ashanti's CD and got busy, that was the first time I listened to her whole CD and it was hot. I must've played that song, "
Baby when you call I'll come running
," like four times in a row. By the time I finished cleaning, it looked like Mr. Clean ran up in this muthafucka... shit, I surprised myself.

This nigga better come home and appreciate what he's got cause he got me running around trying to be all domesticated and shit.

I even went out and got a bucket of fried chicken and a Pepsi to feed his ass when he get home. If that ain't no wifey shit then what is? I'm that nigga's wife for real.

"Yo, open up Sha, where you at... I know you got a key made for a nigga to get up in this muthafucka," K.C. yelled through the locked screen door. I rushed to the door, opened it and jumped right up in his arms Whitney Houston style. That's right the same way she did when Bobby was released from jail...

just happy to see a nigga and glad his ass was finally home. I feel you Whitney.

"What up nugga?" I said all hard and shit 'cause I know that tough talk turns him on. He palmed my ass and shoved that wet fat ass tongue of his in my mouth.

We must've swapped spit for about a good two minutes until Smitty interrupted the flow opening his mouth with his hating ass, talking bout, "Ya'll nigga's cut all the mushy shit out, wait 'til a nigga leave. Damn dawg it ain't like you was locked up and wasn't getting no pussy... cause yo, Sha's ass ain't miss them conjugals."

"Yo nigga, stop with all the hating. She ain't suppose to miss none?" K.C. said.

"Nah dawg, that's what's up-- Yo Sha what up with that chicken?" Smitty ask mid way thru what he was saying. "Oh shit that's New York Fried, yo man they got the best chicken that's my word. Anyway as I was saying, Shana's a good girl, man. Ain't too many broads out there that's gonna hold a nigga down.

When you on the streets maybe, but let a nigga get locked up, a bitch'll be out. Sha you a'ight with me though, word." Smitty said with chicken grease all over his lips as if he was giving me his approval.

"Yo Sha's my ride or die chick for life, I ain't never gon' leave her fucked up, she good, believe that." K.C smiled and patted me on the ass.

"A'ight ya'll, can we talk about something else?" I said, even though assurance was all good, I didn't want to be the topic of discussion anymore.

"Yo Sha, you got some liquor or something so we can welcome my man home the right way?" Smitty asked.

Let me find out this niggas a freeloader
, I thought. "Yeah, I got some Henny in the kitchen."

"Oh, that what's up baby girl. Yo, go hook us up," K.C. said.

I went into the kitchen to fix them a drink, I glanced at the time on the microwave it was only seven o'clock. '
It's gonna be
a long night
' I thought. When I walked back in the living room I knew it was gon' be an even longer night 'cause these niggas done started playing Madden on the Play Station and you know how a nigga forget about time when they fucking with that game shit.

"Ay yo Sha, we got 50's new shit?" asked K.C.

"Nah," I said.

"Yo, how you from Southside and you don't have that nigga's shit, man."

Before I could respond, Smitty paused the game. "Yo, I got a bootleg copy in the car I'm a go get it."

"Yeah nigga cause I need to hear it, that shit is hot yo," K.C.

said getting hyped. When Smitty came back inside he put on 50, sparked some hydro and we all played puff, puff, pass. I started to relax as my high took effect, and even though I was kinda heated that this nigga Smitty ain't know when to take his ass home eventually it became all good. An hour later and all was high--drinking, smoking, bopping our heads to the music and of course them niggas was still playing the game.

Knock knock...

"Sha who that?" K.C. asked.

"Who, what?" I said not able to hear the door through the loud music.

"Somebody knocked at your door, you ain't got no niggas coming over here to check you, cause if so... tell them muthafuckas daddies home, word up." I laughed trying to play it off cause I had no clue who the fuck was at my door. When I looked through the screen my high was blown.

"Can I talk to you for a minute?" Chasity asked. Something was up 'cause this bitch was too calm.

"Nah... I can't talk right now, it ain't a good time," I said, brushing her off.

"Just open the door and let me talk to you, Cream."
Damn... now why the bitch wanna go there
. "Yo, you bugging out, just get the fuck away from my door please." I just gave it to her bluntly 'cause she done made me mad calling me by my stripper name.

Then the devil surfaced, she started banging and kicking on the thin ass aluminum door. "You stupid bitch don't make me fuck you up, open the fucking door... I just wanna talk." K.C.

and Smitty came running to the door to see what the chaos was all about. Before I could think of an explanation, Smitty had my back taking charge of the situation. He pushed me out the way and opened the door.

"What the fuck did I tell you before, huh? Stop following me yo, you broke down bitch. I ain't feeling you, it ain't gon' happen so beat it, 'cause I'm a fuck around and catch a case for whipping ya ass yo--I'm telling you. I should fuck you up right now for knocking on my girl's door and blowing my muthafuckin' high. Get outta here!" Smitty really got a good look at her this time and then it dawned on him were he recognized her from. As a matter of fact, he remembered where he knew both of us from... Honey's.

Chasity was yelling so much that after a while you couldn't even understand what the fuck she was saying and on top of that she was walking away pretty fast. I guess Smitty's crazy ass put that fear in her the last time.

"Nigga, what up with that? Keep fucking around with them crazy ass hoes," K.C. joked.

"Nah man, them hoes don't be crazy until I give 'em the magic stick, that's when they lose their muthafuckin' minds." Smitty said, laughing and giving K.C. a pound.

"So, how the fuck the bitch know you was here?" K.C. asked trying to make sense of what just happened.

"Yo, she gotta be following me."

"Nigga, you been here for how long and she just now coming?" K.C. said.

"Maybe she spotted my car, how the fuck I'm supposed to know, that bitch a nut," Smitty said.

"Yo, nigga that's bad business, and the shit still don't make sense 'cause if she spotted your car how the fuck she know to come to this house and to the side door at that? What the fuck the bitch do--enie menie minie mo? Come on dawg, I'm a leave that shit alone though cause you think a nigga stupid," K.C. said becoming annoyed.

"Yo man, it's that hydro making your ass paranoid and shit that's all nigga... chill the fuck out, it ain't what you thinking," Smitty said as he started to laugh, trying to ease K.C.'s mind. I laughed along with him 'cause I couldn't understand why he was going through all this bullshit just to cover for me, I barely knew his ass, shit, he could of easily just said, 'Yo, your girl was fucking with that bitch so take that shit up with her.' But he didn't and I'm glad he didn't, but why didn't he... "Yo, I'm out son.

I'm a go take care that thing we talked about earlier." Smitty said to K.C.

"A'ight nigga hit me later," K.C. said.

"Yo Shana come lock up," he said as he walked to the door.

I followed behind him and on his way out the door he turned to me, cracked a devious smirk and said, "You owe me nigga, big time!" And from that I knew I was in for the bullshit.

KEISHA

Time sure does fly when you're having fun and I was having too
much fun.
Julius is such a nice guy and he makes me laugh too.

I didn't want to leave, but I knew I had to and oh my god the sex... the sex was so damn good, you better believe we fucked each other like it was our last time... and it is for real this time.

I did give him my cell phone number though, just so we can keep in touch as "friends" because we have a lot in common.

For my comfort, I inspected the room to make sure there weren't any hidden video cameras or anything while Julius showered.

I didn't shower because I didn't want to leave him alone in the room not to say I didn't trust him but the video tape thing is still a mystery therefore everyone is still a suspect. We departed the room at the same time. After I turned in the room key Julius walked me to my car and kissed my forehead goodbye. (You see there, I got the forehead kiss, that definitely means it's over.) I reached in my purse for my cell phone and noticed I had three missed calls all from home and no messages. The first call came nearly two hours ago. To me that was strange, why not leave a message. I called home to see if every thing was okay. My sister answered on the first ring.

"Hello."

"Hey who's this--Keely?" I asked not able to tell the difference between the two because of their strong southern accents.

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