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the exit door. They’d obviously just come from the registration/treatment area and were now leaving.
    â€œYou in the same place I am,” Lucky finally spoke. “Does that mean you got a dirty pussy?”
    Both girls looked at Lucky then burst out laughing, continuing to make their way outside.
    Ordinarily Lucky might have been pissed off enough to call the girls all kinds of bitches and hoes. But not this time. There was something about the way one of the girls looked at him that let him know she was far from a bitch or a ho. Her soft brown eyes delivered a sense of innocence and purity. Her soft-looking lips polished with pink lip gloss looked as if they spoke of nothing but sweet dreams. Lucky had to admit that she was the first girl to ever render him speechless.
    By the time Lucky awoke from the hypnotic state her eyes had seemed to put him in, both girls were out the door. The playa in Lucky told him to let them go, but his curiosity was piqued. He had to know what he might be missing.
    â€œYo, ladies, hold up,” Lucky said after jumping up out of his seat in the lobby and catching up with the girls outside.
    â€œGirl, just keep walking,” he could hear one of them say under her breath to the other. “Remember: dirty dick.”
    â€œUh, just in case you didn’t know, I can hear y’all talking about me back here,” Lucky spoke up, as he stayed on the girls’ heels.
    The girls looked at each other, giggled, but kept walking.
    â€œYo’, y’all gon’ stop, slow down, or something?” Lucky asked. “A nigga trying to holler at ya.”
    One girl stopped in her tracks, spun around, and put her hand on her hip. “Dude, you were in the clinic. Like you said back there, we were in the clinic too. For all we know, everybody’s shit is burning up in this bitch. Why you bothering us?”
    â€œâ€™Cause your girl was looking kind of sexy back there,” Lucky said, referring to the one who had stopped but had not turned around. She was the one he’d locked eyes with back inside the clinic lobby.
    â€œThat’s exactly why your ass is up in the clinic now; talkin’ ’bout some sexy.” The girl looked Lucky up and down. “You fine and all, but ain’t no dick worthy of dying over. Bring her your paper that reads you negative, and then y’all can talk. Other than that, have a blessed muthafuckin’ day.” And on that note, the girl spun back around, linked her arm through her friend’s, and trotted off again.
    Lucky just stood there feeling a certain kind of way: lightweight offended, but intrigued at the same time. He had ninety-nine problems but a bitch had never been one. Broads came and went. But what was it about this particular one? Was it because she wasn’t like all the other broads who would drop to their knees and suck his dick in the middle of the street just because he was ballin’?
    Most chicks in the streets knew who Lucky was. They knew the whole deal about him working for Turf at one point, then getting put on by Sosa, who was Turf’s enemy. Both Sosa and Turf eventually got cuffed and Turf got sent off to prison for damn near the rest of his life. Sosa had to lay low so that he wouldn’t endure the same fate as Turf, so he turned over the keys and throne to Lucky. A whole lot went down with the death of Quick, who had taken over Turf’s throne and eventually merged with Lucky. At the end of the day, it was now Lucky and Major Pain who were running shit. Women knew that and were always trying to jump on their dicks. But Lucky could tell from just looking in this chick’s eyes that she was of an entirely different caliber from those other females. She wasn’t like all the other women he’d encountered. She looked like that kind of chick who would have a nigga wanna do the right thing . . . make a baller want to put away his ball and be up under her ass all the