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goddamn ungrateful, Candy Raye!”
    I stepped off the curb with my eyes cast down, shame causing me to sweat. At least she hadn't made Caramel come out with us. That would have been too much for me to stomach. A few seconds later I heard a car coming toward us and then Mama broke.
    “It's a white man! Pull up your shirt, Candy!” she hollered. “Hit him! Show this mothafucka what you working with!”
    I lifted up my shirt and exposed my naked titties. I glanced up and the driver was staring at them so hard he almost ran into a fire hydrant.
    “Pretty, ain't they?” Mama yelled as he pulled over and rolled down his window. “Turn to the side, Candy,” she demanded. “See?” she asked, her eyes sparkling with pride as I faced toward the right. “She got plenty of junk in her trunk too, and guess what? That ain't no dye in my baby's hair neither! She's a redhead downstairs too!”
    The man in the car was old and white, and he never took his eyes off my chest. “How much?” he asked, breathing hard.
    Mama twisted her lips. “How much for what, mistah? I ain't offered you shit yet. Put your shirt down, Candy Raye. Yo, mistah. You a cop?”
    The trick shook his head. “No … no, I'm not the police. Just tell me how much.”
    “Forty,” Mama said. “And that's just to fuck her and suck on her titties. She too young to take it up the ass and she don't give no head.”
    Mama told him to park at the end of the side street as we both ran behind his car in the darkness. “You got fifteen minutes,”Mama warned as he rolled down his passenger window and handed her the money. He motioned for me to get in the car, and when I opened the door I saw his hard little dick poking up out his pants.
    “Get in, baby,” Mama said. I got in the passenger seat and all I could smell was cheese. Old fuckin’ cheese and an old fuckin’ man.
    Mama hopped in the backseat, and when he turned around like he wanted to make some noise she jumped bad. “This my fuckin baby, gawdammit! I know you don't think I'ma let her get in no car with your old ass all by herself!”
    He was so horny his hands were shaking. He reached over and yanked up my shirt, then dove in and slobbered all over my titties, sucking and licking like a maniac. His breath smelled like pissy dentures and old pus, and I almost threw up. I was pushing him away and wondering what the hell was taking Mama so long when she sprung into action.
    “Freeze, mothafucka! Take your nasty hands offa her! Put them shits on top of your head!”
    I looked back and saw that Mama had a cigarette lighter pressed to the man's neck. It was a regular old red Bic, and it looked harmless as hell. “Move, mothafucka,” she said, “so I can set your old ass on fire.”
    Old boy was shook. “Please,” he whispered. “Take what you want. Please. Just don't shoot me.”
    Shoot him? With what? I was so mad at Mama I wanted to jump out the car and leave her.
Yeah
, Doc was the one who rolled with the gun, but damn. Couldn't she at least have brought a knife?
    “Give her your goddamn wallet,” Mama said. “Pull it outwith one hand only. As soon as your other hand moves, your old ass burns.”
    He did like she said, passing me a wallet that looked swollen with money.
    “How much in there, Candy?” Mama asked.
    I opened the wallet. That shit was stuffed and bulging. “A lot,” I said, and just as I turned to pass it back to her that motherfucker nutted up.
    “Whore!” he screamed, and grabbed Mama's wrist. I swore I heard her bone snap as he twisted her arm and tried to pull her over the front seat.
    “Ahhhh!” Mama shrieked, but she didn't lose control. She bit down on his fingers until he yelped and let go. Mama was all over that ass. She kicked off her shoe and started wailing him with it and flicking that Bic at his stringy hair. Little silver sparks were exploding all around his head.
    The trick tried to go over the backseat and get her. Mama beat him all in the face with the heel