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He was so going to enjoy her. No quickie there. Yeah!
    “Don’t stop ‘til you get enough,” he sang. He grabbed his crotch, did a Michael Jackson yell, then twirled around and arsed over.
    He laughed as he pushed himself up off the grass, and headed towards Mikey’s place. His cuz lived a few blocks from Jayden. The area was pretty much the same, filled with crappy houses that moulded up during winter and were toasters during summer. Mikey was the only child of his dad’s little sister. Though little could hardly describe his Aunty Trina; instead she was one big mother—
    Tama jumped at the blast of a siren. It sounded about a block away. He took shelter under a tree. “Mofuckin’ pigs, don’t they ever sleep?” he muttered.
    The siren gradually moved away. Tama relaxed and took another hit of his joint as he squinted up the street. Man, Claydon was dark at night. He’d been to Remuera, the snobby side of Auckland, and the streets there were lit up like a Christmas tree. Got a great present too, but almost got caught when the owners came home. Lucky he and Jayden were on their way out. Shoved that 40-inch telly into the back of Jayden’s van so fast they nearly busted the damn thing. But it had been worth the trouble just to see his mother happy.
    He would miss her a helluva lot. He felt bad that he didn’t give her a proper goodbye before the pigs showed up. But he couldn’t risk going to anal central. Soap was slippery stuff and his arse was way too pretty.
    But what’s to say he couldn’t visit her every so often. Or she could catch a bus up north with Caitlin and they could make a nice home in Kaitaia. He’d support them by selling his carvings and growing a marijuana patch like his uncle. That would be way cool. All natural living, yeah!
    Someone coughed further down the street. Tama watched as a figure holding a bottle staggered towards him. He’d love some booze. Maybe they also had some cash.
    Tama pulled out his switchblade. He started giggling then stopped himself. Didn’t want to warn the dude ... or chick? Wouldn’t it be cool if it was a chick—booze, cash, and a screw all in one hit.
    As the figure came closer Tama let out a disappointed grunt. It was no chick, it was bloody Aroha Summers. He would never dip his wick into that. Her name meant unconditional love alright; she gave out to too many guys. If he did put it in, no doubt he’d get unconditional disease.
    Well, maybe it wasn’t a total loss. She could still have some cash.
    “Aroha, c’mere!”
    Aroha squealed. The bottle slipped out of her hand and smashed on the concrete.
    “You stupid bitch, why’d ja do that for?”
    “Tama?” Aroha moved closer.
    She wasn’t half bad looking for an old bird. Forty or so, give or take a few years. She had nasty-arse hair though, didn’t look like it ever saw a brush. She smelt too, and not from the piss she’d been drinking either.
    Tama covered his nose. “Yeah ... got any cash?”
    “Nah, forgot my purse.”
    “Well, you’re bloody useless, no cash or alcohol, bugger off.” Tama waved his hand.
    Aroha stayed rooted to the spot, her eyes taking in every inch of his body. She licked her lips. Tama cringed and took a step back. No way was he letting her near him. He didn’t even want to contaminate his knife let alone his dick. He closed his switchblade and pocketed it.
    Aroha coughed and hit her chest. “Heard you cut Nike’s sister.”
    Tama perked up. It felt good to be talked about. “Yeah ... who told you?”
    “A few guys I know. They also said your boys got nicked.”
    Tama’s face dropped. God, he hoped Mikey wasn’t one of them. He felt bad for the others, but Mikey was blood. He’d also promised his aunty that he wouldn’t get him into trouble. Shit, he shouldn’t have split without making sure the boy was alright first.
    “What about Mikey?”
    “Heard nuthin’ ‘bout him, but Naf, Corey, and Trey were all pinched by the coppers.”
    Tama let out a