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thirty in the morning. I cooked everybody a king’s breakfast. It was so good that I caught Fatima looking at me like she wanted to do somethings while she was eating! Not too long after that, Redman went out to get money, and Samantha and I sat across the street with the guns, watching his back.
         After we finished smoking a jay, I looked up to see her staring me in my eyes. She leaned in and gave me a kiss.
         "Are you trying to get money on your own, or you just chilling for a few?"
         I looked at her – trying to read her, but she had no expression.
         "Why? Are you going to put me on?"
         "Yeah boy, I'm trying to put you on with a move that will be a huge come up for the both of us. You with it?"
         I handed her a small jar of purple haze and a mango wrap. I watched as she expertly rolled, and then licked it seductively, before she sparked it up. She took a deep pull, leaned in, and blew the smoke into my mouth as our tongues intertwined. She laughed as she blew the smoke out – after I blew it back into her mouth. I looked into  her eyes.
         "Yeah, I'm interested. What's the plan?"
          She giggled.
         "Damn, you just want to know the plan. Do you care who it is?”
         "Real talk, shawty. The only person alive right now that's not expendable to me is my little brother. As long as it's not him, I'm down!"
          "Am I expendable?"
         My eye contact didn't waiver from hers.
         "As of right now, you are. I'm hoping that, in a little while, I won't feel like that."
         She shook her head in disbelief.
         "Anyway, I have heard so much about you that I know you are a good guy to the ones that have never caused you any type of harm. To those that have caused you harm, I feel sorry for them. I need a real dude in my life right now and you need a ride and die chick. We are perfect for one another. This now makes Sajuan a dead woman beater walking. I had no where else to go so I stayed, but that is no longer the case, is it?  He's the co-owner of the strip club I work in. I know the codes to his safes, and I know where all of his stashes are at in the house. He just came back from Detroit which means he just copped at least twelve keys of raw coke, and Lord knows how many pounds of trees.”
         "The plan is simple. You come over when he's at work, rob the house, and when me and him come home, I'll be here consoling him while you split up the money that he'll be crying about. It's that easy!"
         I smirked.
         "It's never that easy!"
         Samantha started to laugh.
         "Trust me, it's that easy. This not the first dude that has fallen victim to this pussy."
         "What do I have to do to not become a victim of your seduction?"
         "Continue to be a real street cat, and don't turn out to be a coward You can read The Art of Seduction by Robert Greene. I ride for the real and victimize the fake and I have never crossed a real dude."
         "I respect that."
         Fatima pulled up in Redman's car. He jogged to the driver's side window. They talked for a few minutes before he leaned in the window and they kissed. He stood up and looked at us.      "Samantha, Fatima about to hit up the malls,” she said. “You trying to ride?"      I hopped up.
         "Yeah, she going and I'm coming too. Let me go grab some paper and I'm ready."
         I jogged to the apartment, grabbed some paper, and hopped into the back seat, silently pumped up cause I was ready to go to a mall for the first time in over fifteen years!
         "Lost without you/can't help myself/how does it feel..."
         I found that watching the girls dance and sing the Robin Thicke song was so liberating. This was the type of small things that most take for granted. Being without females for over a decade and then to just getting a chance to sit back and watch them enjoy themselves is a blessing! Just two