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luck.” He walked away and I let
down my guards. Why give away pussy when he was gonna hook
me up right now.
“Okay!”
“Okay what?” he responded turning back around. “Okay I’ll do it.”
“You sure?” he asked sarcastically. “Cause I don’t want
you to do nothin’ you don’t want to do.”
“I said I’ll do it,” I continued, reaching for the money. “Hold up,” he extended his hand before him taking the
money away. “I want you to tell her to meet you out here
tonight.”
“She not gonna do it because we just had a fight.” Jay looked toward the ground as if he was trying to think
and then said, “Aight, tell her to meet you at the IHOP on
Bladensburg road. Tell her you need to talk and that you were
sorry about whateva bullshit ya’ll was beefin about.” The mere thought of apologizing made my stomach
churn.
“Aight gimme the money.”
“Not until you call her.”
“I will when I get in the house.”
“I’m not fuckin’ wit you, do it now or the deal is off.” He
handed me his silver Blackberry.
I dialed her number disgusted by the whole idea.
Whatever he got to say to her I sure hope it’s worth it. “And, Daffany,” he interrupted, stopping the call. “You
don’t want to fuck wit’ that shit.”
“What shit?”
“That bullshit you was ‘bout to cop from Ty. It ain’t for
you, shawty.”
Silence.
Why did he care if I was thinkin’ about fucking with
heroin? It was my business not his. Still, a part of me felt good
that he even cared and the other part said he needed to mind his
business and let me run my life. Whatever life I had left.

Parade
    I gripped onto the edge of the shelf in the tiny pantry closet trying to handle Smoke’s swift strokes against my ass cheeks. Light peeking under the doorway allowed me to see his pants hanging down by his ankles and my toes spread against the cream porcelain floor. As big as this house was, Smokes insisted on fucking me everywhere else but in the bedroom. His reason? As long as we were together he’d always make it hot. And as good as this bald headed mothafucka treated me, anything he wanted I was down for.
    “Damn, ma!! This pussy is the bomb! Squeeze them walls again.” He demanded.
I complied.
“Squeeze that thang tighter.”
I tightened up more.
“That feel better, but you gotta work on that shit,” he continued, pumping in and out of me.
Sometimes he treated me like I was in training when we made love and I hated it.
“That pussy smells good though,” he continued, as he took his finger, rubbed it over my clit and smelled it. He loved the smell of pussy. “Why that shit smell so good?”
“Cause nobody hittin’ this but you, daddy and I keep it clean.” I responded, backing up. I liked when he wanted it on the spontaneous tip minus the lessons on how to work it. Besides, I been working my shit for years and if there was one thing I knew how to do, fucking was it. Just so long as he didn’t want it the wet way. I’ll explain that shit later.
“You betta know that’s right,” he continued, as he banged me against the canned green beans causing one of them to fall to the floor, missing my foot by inches. None of that stopped his purpose, busting a nut inside of me.
Since the day we talked about marriage, he had a vision. What was it? Me walking down the aisle pregnant with his baby girl. He always said that when he had another child and wife he wanted to marry both of them at the alter. Not only did he want me to be pregnant ruining any chances of me having fun on our wedding day, he also wanted me to give him a daughter. Like I had the power to pick the baby’s sex. The only thing was, when I tried to stop the birth control pills I was taking, he would continuously tell me that now was not the right time. It was like he was saying two different things.
“Shit!” He grabbed my ponytail and used it for leverage. His thickness was first class and I never been with a man his size before. I could feel his sweat fall