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You gotta make him feel like you deserve it, because you do. And then the money will T. Styles
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    come from everywhere, honey. Oooooh, girl, you'd have so many coins, you could buy your own fly shit and stop takin' what Miss Sky gives you." I laugh.
    "You think Miss Sky gotta ask Jay's ass for shit now?" I pause. "Hell no."
    She looks down toward the ground again, and this time I can tell she is on the verge of crying. "He ain't spending no real money on me. What we have is just sexual."
    "Why should he spend anythin' on you? You act like you don't deserve nothin', but you do, baby. You do deserve it," I say as I lift her head up. "Make his ass pay. Don't no pussy grow on trees, including yours." She looks sad, but I need to tell her the truth. Miss Parade has been passing out free pussy for far too long.
    I have to put an end to that shit.
    "I'm not good with askin' men for money. I don't even see how she does it."
    "Honey, I dooos it too. You do it just like this: You looks 'em up and down while they dick's in they hands and say, 'Ain't shit in life free so leave two hundred on the table, please.'"
    "I'm serious." She grins.
    "And so am I! You gotta pay the waiter after dinner is served, don't you?"
    She nods.
    "Well, there you go."
    She's laughin', and I am happy because Miss Sky broke her down lower than a hoe with no legs earlier in the car today.
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    "I'll try."
    "Yeah, you better, gurl."
    We finish talking as Miss Sky and Miss Daffany rejoin us. Apparently, Miss Sky isn't mad no more because she is finally talking to Miss Parade. I guess Miss Daffany told her about herself and this is her way of apologizing.
    "So we can go to LVL X to get you somethin' to put on, and you can grab some shoes in Off Broadway shoe store," Miss Sky commands.
    "Thanks, Sky. I have fifty dollars to put toward everything, too," Miss Parade obliges.
    "Keep that for your hair. I made appointments for us with Carol when I was in the store."
    "Well what about me?" I ask. "I need to find me somethin' to wear, too. Now, y'all ain't gonna be the only bitches flossin' tomorrow night."
    "Bitch, you betta spend your own money." Miss Sky laughs.
    "Why spend mine when I can spend yours?" I sass her.
    "And what are you wearing anyway?" Miss Daffany asks.
    "I don't know yet. The possibilities are endless, chile. Look at me. Could I look bad in anything?" We all laugh in the middle of the mall.
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    Let me tell you somethin' 'bout me. I'm gorgeous, baby. Like right now, I'm wearing my silk pants, cow-boy boots, red silk shirt and a touch of clear lip gloss.
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    My hair is smoothed back with a lil' bit of gel and, trust me, I look fierce.
    I like hangin' out with my girls because they draw attention. See, faggies are jealous and sneaky, and I don't need all that shit around me. Especially when I know I'm sneaky, too. I got one faggy friend I deal with for business purposes only, and that's Miss Rick. My other friend is Taylor, and although he's in the life, meaning he likes men, he doesn't act all wild and crazy like some gays. But most of the time, it's only business related. Now, if I hung out with every faggy on the street, I'd get into too much trouble. But, my girls, I've known them all my life. I trust them with my men and they trust me with theirs. I fuck the ones they don't want and warn them about the ones I want. It works out perfectly because I inform them about the ones I know are gay anyway.
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    We're finished shopping. Miss Parade has two outfits and two pairs of shoes while everybody else is loaded up and ready to go. I'm happy that Miss Sky dropped the money she did on Miss Parade. After all, the money is rightfully Miss Parade's, too, considering they're sleeping with the same man.
    Miss Parade fuckin' Jay may be wrong but if it wasn't her, it would be somebody else. Jay ain't no good, grant it, but Miss Parade