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get blowed.”
     
    I took the blunt from her crazy ass and hit it hard. She was right : t he shit was some fire . I made a mental note to get at that nigga Kel and find out who he got his work from.
     
    “Boss . ” Gina stopped in the doorway and turned back around to face me. “I wanna make you happy.”

    My mind didn’t even have to wonder ; I knew exactly what she meant. My eyes were chinky from the green, but they still worked. I watched her hips sway while she walked to me. She moved extra slow on purpose ; i t was like the opening scene of a good porno. Once she reached me , she fell down to her knees in front of me like I was king of the free world. I knew it was about to be fire.
     
    “I’m ‘ bout to suck yo dick like it ain’t never been sucked before , ” Gina bragged on her head and unbuckled my belt while looking me dead in the eyes.
     
    Once she pulled my dick out , it was all over. She sucked and slobbed on my knob like it was the last one left on earth. Her mouth was so warm , I could have built a home in that muthafucka. When s he moved her tongue around the head in a circular motion the exact same way her babydaddy had taught her to - a ny problems I had with that nigga flew right out the window. The girl was bad. For fifteen minutes , she worked me over, controlling me with nothing but her tongue. I couldn’t even front. By the time I grabbed a handful of her hair and exploded in her mouth , I was done for. After that fabulous head , I felt I owed it to her to break her off , so I dicked her down one good time , then smoked another blunt as she slept like a baby on the other side of my bed. That shit wasn’t supposed to happen. I cared about Gina, but only as a friend - and I knew if she continued to stay with me , she was going to end up gettin’ hurt.
     
     

Chapter 8
     

    Jasmine and I were together for almost a month before I finally let her come back to my apartment. I said it was because I didn’t want to rush her, but in reality it was more because I knew Gina's ass would clown. Fucking her almost every night didn’t make things transition any smoother. I was wrong for that , and I knew it - but when a bitch keeps throwing the pussy in my direction , eventually a nigga like me is go nna catch it.
     
    Jazz was a good girl ; s he was just a little lost and confused , just like the rest of us. She turned to sex to survive , then turned to drugs to get through the sex. She wasn’t into anything heavy ; just a blunt here and there. Since weed was also my drug of choice , we got along just fine. I usually smoked somewhere between five and ten blunts a day. When I was blowed , I didn’t think about my mother committing suicide, about Monica’s still unsolved murder, or about my son being stillborn. And if I got high enough , I forgot all about my other two sisters , who were both now living with their boyfriends and hadn’t talked to my ass in months. There were no visits or phone calls. It was like all the things I did for Monique and Michelle didn’t even matter ; t hey got what they could out of medidld out , then cut me off when something better came along. I wasn’t even mad at them ; a nigga was just hurt.
     
    “Baby, I’ll be in yo room waitin’ on you , ” Jasmine said, making sure to speak loud enough so Gina could hear her. “Don’t take too long ; y ou know I get lonely without you.”
     
    I couldn’t help but watch her walk away ; t he view was spectacular – and a ll that ass in those jeans was mine. Her days of fucking weak niggas for cash were over. When she needed something , she came to me. It ain’t trickin’ if it’s your woman.
     
    “That bitch spendin’ the night? ” Gina fucked up my good mood with her nasty - ass attitude. “ ’ Cause if she is -”
     
    “First off , Gina, don’t be callin’ my gal a ‘ bitch ’ ‘ cause she ain’t did shit to you. Second, if you don’t like it , you know what you can do.” I laid the cards all