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treatment on it.”
          “Do whatever you need to. I don’t want to cut it.” Even though I am talking to her and trying to ignore Drake, I can feel his eyes on me as he does business on his phone.
    “ Your boyfriend said: top of the line, so this may take a while. Why don’t you two go and shop while I work.”
    He is not my boyfriend!
    “I don’t want to leave her alone.”
    “ She won’t be alone; she has me and that big handsome body guard that you brought in.” She eyes Drake’s driver and winks.
    I look at Muha mmad and he nods. His face remains stoically expressionless; with his hands folded in front of him.
    “But what if someone sees her and comes in? What if someone tries to get her, Muhammad?” My gut wrenches; as I think about some rich dope slinging thug abducting my baby.
    “Over my dead body,” he growls in my direction.
    Drake chuckles and I realize that he has been listening in. He rises, taking me by my arm leading me towards an escalator that will transport us to the stores.
    He pulls me to him on the escalator and growls in my ear, “I own you now! I’m going to take you. I’m going to do the nastiest, vilest things that I can think of to you. All those things that I have been fantasizing about, are your new reality, ‘little girl lost.’ You are moving out of your house and into my bed. I’m so looking forward to defiling you and you’ll never be able to wash my stench off of you.”
                    He smiles at the woman getting on the escalator going down as we step off. She licks her lips and eyes me with contempt. He gives no clue that an animal lurks beneath his well tailored suit, but I have a feeling that she senses it by the way that she is chewing him up and spitting him out with her eyes.
    Bitch!
    “I’m not going to be another notch on your belt, Drake!”
    “You have no choice!” He growls, as he digs his fingers into the flesh of my arm.
    What I can’t figure ou t, is why moisture has begun to pool between my legs.
     
                                                                               
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     

     
           “Wouldn’t you like a doll that is a little less, urban?”
    Did, that bitch seriously just say that to me?
    I eye the sales lady sizing her up, as I contemplate going into my best rendition of ‘white trash.’
    “Not that I owe you an explana tion, but my daughter is Latin American and the last thing that I am trying to do is make her white!” I stifle the temptation to add: ‘A white, uptight cunt like you,’ to the description.
    “Uh, uh, I meant no disrespect, Ma’am.”
    “Uh, uh, uh, then keep your uptight, close minded views to yourself and while you are at it, go get me a different sales lady, preferably one that isn’t racist!”
    Her mouth drops open as she stares , and I know that she is contemplating just how much of a commission that she just cut herself out of.
    “She’s waiting!” Drake growls.
                 A moment later a beautiful African American woman makes her way over. “It’s about time somebody put that bitch in her place, now let’s shop,” she states, walking us in the direction of clothing.
      “Let’s do it.” I say, as we all head off together to go and spoil my little Precious rotten. “Spoiled rotten,” just the way that she deserves to be, I think to myself with satisfaction.
    Three hours later we make our way back to the hair dresser and what I see brings tears to my eyes. Precious is beautif ul. The master blaster of hair has worked her magic and Precious is happier than I have ever seen her. Her hair lays in dark ringlets down her back. The knotted mass of chaos no longer exists. It is evident that Rosa had been too high and too lazy to take care of the child’s hair.