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with fresh Airforce
Ones . Nigga was fly by design and he knew
it.
    I sashayed over to where he and a few other
niggas from around the way were engaged in a debate over who had
the best track record with the ladies. They quieted the
conversation once I spread my blanket out on the grass under the
shade of one of the trees that lined the park. Once I knew all eyes
were watching me, I bent over in my mini skirt just enough for them
to see the one good thing my momma gave me. I sat the cooler down
and stretched out on the blanket and acted as though I could care
less that they were watching me. Actually, I didn’t care if they
did, just as long as the right person had his eyes on the
prize.
    Domo, a grimy, no money getting ass nigga
was the first one to speak. “Wassup YaYa? Ma’ you looking good over
there. What you got in that cooler?”
    Pulling my shades down to
the tip of my nose and sucking my teeth. I uttered a tired “Wassup
Domo, ain’t nothing in there but some Corona’s. ” That tired ass nigga was
already getting on my nerves and he hadn’t even said much yet. The
entire time I was eyeing Sheik who simply glanced at me and went
back to cooking the food he had on the grill. He acted as if I
didn’t turn him on and that pissed me off. I got up and sauntered
over to where Sheik was manning the grill.
    “Wha’ chu’ got going on over here?” I asked
him seductively.
    “Nuthin’ Ma’, just some burgers, chicken,
some ribs and some other stuff. You know how we do. Why? What you
want?” He asked.
    I took off my shades and swung my freshly
done wrap. I looked him up and down and simply said, “You.”
    “Go ahead Shorty,” He laughed. “I ain’t got
time to play games with you.”
    I was angry that he had shot me down, but I
couldn’t front, he turned me on . No man had ever turned me down,
and I wasn’t about to start letting the niggas out here carry me.
“I am a grown ass woman and I damn sure don’t play kiddy ass games.
You just let the best thing to ever grace your presence get away.”
With that, I dipped off before he could see I was angry about him
shooting me down in front of his homeboys. I heard his boys telling
him he was stupid, and calling him a “lame” for not trying to get
up with me. Domo’s nasty ass even went as far as to say he thought
Sheik was a faggot for turning me down.
    I walked through the park to see if I could
catch up with NiQue. I was nursing a slightly bruised ego and
needed my friend for backup. Hearing a familiar voice, I turned to
see who was trying to get my attention. It was a dude from Saratoga
named Papi, and he was waving for me to come to him. Papi wasn’t
doing as much as he thought he was, but he was making moves.
Originally from Baltimore, he was moving weight between Up top and
NW Baltimore, including a few places in between. He was known to be
a lover, and the chicks dug him because he spent that cash. The
bitches liked him because he was a trick. I had heard he had a few
folks under his belt and was a shiesty ass nigga.
    “What it do Papi?” I asked.
    Papi wasn’t all that easy on the eyes, but
he could be good for a few dollars in the pockets. Being part Cuban
and part Nigerian, I had to admit, he had a lot of natural born
swagger. As I walked towards him, Papi licked his thick lips and
began laying his game down. He looked like he was hungry, and I was
going to be his last meal before going to prison.
    “Why are you out here alone?” He asked,
trying to see if I had come with someone or not.
    “I’m not alone. My girl NiQue is out here
somewhere and the rest of my folks are over there on the grill.” I
said pointing in the direction of Sheik and Domo. Papi looked like
he had seen a ghost when he locked eyes with Sheik. He quickly
regained his composure and tried rapping me up again.
    “Oh, so you over there with your man and his
lame ass friends huh?” He said trying to make himself feel like a
hood star. I figured if Sheik didn’t