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in her pussy or under her firm coconut titties. One of the white cops jammed two fingers up in her pussy and inserted his thumb in her ass, but Monique took that shit with her mouth closed. All of the others got them some too, squeezing and rubbing, digging in her hole. One of the young heads pressed his dick against her ass and moaned and yummied against her neck. He pumped against her softness, breathing hard, then grabbed her breasts and squeezed them gently, fingering her nipples until he shuddered, wetting up his drawers. Before he left, he bent down and bit her softly on the meatiest part of her ass cheek and thanked her for her civic cooperation.
    They could only keep Pluto and Ace down for thirty days, but that was long enough to do even more damage to Monique’s situation. By the time her man was free, Monique had gotten put out on the streets and was sleeping on a love seat in Honey Dew’s apartment.
    Of course, Pluto had some bank stashed away, but when Monique finally got hold of his cash and tried to pay the landlord the back rent and the current rent all at once, he just laughed and threw her money back in her face and told her he already had the necessary paperwork required to put them and all of their shit out in the street, and that’s exactly what the fuckin’ po-po did that next morning.
    “You wouldn’t be trying this shit if my man was here!” Monique screamed as they tossed all of her shit on the sidewalk. She grabbed some plastic bags and started pushing her clothes inside them, and Honey Dew rushed over to help her.
    “Well that motherfucker
ain’t
here,” the landlord said, “and I hope they keep him locked up forever and throw away the fuckin’ key. That way, I’ll never have to see neither one of y’all trifling asses again!”
    Monique was happy when they released Pluto. They didn’t have enough shit on him to keep him, and as soon as he got out he swung by Honey Dew’s apartment and picked her up and took her to get her hair and nails done, then they hit the stores and shopped for all new shit.
    “Fuck all that stuff,” Pluto said when Monique told him Honey Dew had had to help her put the contents of their apartment in storage. She was glad she’d held on to his money, though. Too much had gone on for her to even think about crossing Pluto, especially since she knew he wasn’t gonna be locked down forever.
    “We’ll get new shit, girl. G is gone, but we gone start this shit all over again.”
    That night they checked into a phat hotel in midtown Manhattan and fucked like rabbits, then ordered room service and filled each other in on the details that had caused their world to go dark.
    “It was Jimmy,” Pluto told her. “That niggah capped G, then did himself. Fucked my head up. That fool little niggah popped himself.”
    Monique lay there crying quietly inside. Not for Jimmy, and not for G’s ass neither! She was crying for her damn self, and for what Juicy and Jimmy, that retarded-ass sister-and-brother team, had cost her.
    “G didn’t deserve that shit,” Pluto went on, and Monique could hear the pain that was still in his voice. “He was my niggah, straight up. A real motherfucker who was out there handlin’ a real fuckin’ world. None of us saw that shit coming. All of us slept that night and it cost us our boss. And that’s fucked up.”
    Monique sat up and rubbed Pluto’s fat stomach. The funk coming off him told her he probably hadn’t washed his ass the whole time he was on Rikers. But so what. She let her hand wander down between his legs and started to jack his gummy dick anyway.
    “Yeah,” Pluto repeated sadly, ignoring her fingers. “That shit was fucked up.”
    No,
Monique thought.
What was fucked up was the fact that Juicy got away.
That bitch had dipped outta New York with that niggah Gino and all of G’s money too. Ace said he had gone by G’s crib to get a key outta the safe, only to discover the key was gone and so was all the bank in G’s