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electronic tag around my ankle along with a curfew. However, as the officer is fitting the device around my left ankle, it takes everything I have not to bust out laughing.
    I catch a few questionable looks, but I straighten my face and thank the officer when he’s done. When I stroll out of Memphis’s Federal Correctional Institution, I spot a black Escalade with a driver who resembled my best friend Josie’s grandbaby, Arzell. It has been a minute since I’ve seen him, but baby boy has developed into a fine specimen.
    â€œBoy, look at you,” I say, approaching. “C’mon over here and give Momma Peaches a kiss.”
    Arzell clearly doesn’t want to engage in any PDA, but everyone knows that I’m the momma Queen G in the nest, and he does what he’s told.
    I hug him tight and then playfully squeeze his ass.
    â€œThere you go.” Arzell chuckles. “I’ve been warned about you.”
    â€œWhat?” I ask innocently.
    â€œJust get in the car.” He laughs, opening my door. When I turn, he pays me back by smacking me on the ass.
    â€œWhoo!” I glance over my shoulder and receive a wink from the young buck. “Yeah. I’m going to fuck you. Watch.” I climb into the large vehicle before one of the cops gets the idea to run his face through their database and come out here and arrest his ass for any host of reasons. “A’ight. I’m ready for my party!”
    Arzell frowns. “What party, Momma Peaches?”
    â€œBoy, don’t play with me,” I sass, mushing the side of his head. “Python better be throwing me a party or I’ll turn that big nigga over my lap.”
    â€œNow that’s some shit I’d like to see.”
    I grinned as I look over at him. Damn, he’s a fine young buck. “How old are you now?”
    The side of Arzell’s face cocks up. “Twenty-three.”
    â€œThat’s old enough.” My gaze skitters down to his lap, but with his baggy jeans, there’s no way for me to know what he’s packing.
    â€œOld enough for what?”
    â€œYou’ll find out,” I tease.
    Despite being a “senior citizen,” I never bought the notion that at a certain age a woman is supposed to put her pussy out to pasture. If anything, good and regular sex does wonders for migraines and keeps up one’s flexibility. It also helped that, over the years, I’ve made sure to keep my cute figure in check. In my case, black sure in the hell doesn’t crack, and my skin is just as smooth as it was in my early forties. My hair is just as healthy and bouncy as ever. I keep just a small silver patch in the front and dye the rest of it back to my natural color of off black. The bottom line, I never have and never will have a problem getting a man—of any age.
    As we roll through town, I’m once again struck by how my beloved Memphis is one part clean and picturesque and two parts dirty and run-down. The drug and gang wars have the city by the fucking throat, and there’s no sign of it ever letting go.
    I feel no guilt over my part in the drug game. All my life, I, like Nana Maybelle, have been making a way out of no way. I wear the title of Momma Queen G or Momma Peaches proudly. The men and women with the Black Gangster Disciple are my family. That’s the way it is and the way it’ll always be.
    The minute I spot my brick house, a big ole smile stretches across half my face. I smack my lips, ready for both a drink and a fat blunt to make me feel oh so lovely. Before the Escalade even comes to a full stop, I’m already opening my car door and preparing to hop out.
    â€œHold up, Momma Peaches. I got you.” Arzell cuts the engine and rushes to help me out.
    â€œBaby, don’t get it twisted and start treating me like I’m some lil old lady. I got this.”
    â€œA’ight.” Arzell tosses up his hands. “It’s all you,