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Ma before, but I’m sure they will love who I love.” He leaned in, giving her a hot steamy kiss to punctuate his point.
    “Anything else?” she asked seductively. Neither could keep their hands off the other for long. Everything was too new and experimental.
    “Well … not a rule but more of a … precaution.”
    Desember became confused when he pulled out a big chrome .40-caliber handgun.
    “A man like me has a lot to gain, but even more to lose if he gets caught slipping. Everybody knows that the quickest way to get to a man is through the people he loves, especially his woman, so I’m going to show you how to protect yourself with this. Besides, you be dealing with a few shady motherfuckers yo’self.”
    He emptied it before putting the gun in her hands, showing her how to grip it.
    It was big, and heavier than she thought it would be.
    “All you have to do is point and shoot,” he explained. “All that TV shit where they hold the gun sideways, or close one eye … that’s all bullshit. Now pull the trigger one time.”
    She looked at him like maybe that wasn’t a good idea.
    “Go head. I took the bullets out. You do trust me, don’t you?”
    She answered by squeezing the trigger like he asked. Click!
    “That’s it.” He continued the lesson. “Now when it’s loaded it’s going to kick a lil bit. That’s call recoil. The more powerful the gun, normally, the more it kicks. That’s why you hold it with both hands. That’s pretty much it. Whenever you think you need to use one: just point and shoot till you get yo’ desired result.”
    Holding the gun gave Desember a rush of power that she hadn’t expected to feel. Later she released the pent-up feeling under the sheets before they called it a night.

3.
Knocked
    Desember was a natural born hustler. There wasn’t anything she wouldn’t sell—well, except for her body and her loyalty. She got her start at age nine, selling icebergs to kids in the neighborhood because she didn’t want to grow up and be at the mercy of a man, like her mother was. Over the years the products changed: clothes, pills, term papers, but not her natural mentality for the grind. It was no secret: the girl was a mobile store, and everybody knew that Desember always had something that was in demand in the trunk of her car. Some days she had so much stuff that she had to rent a U-Haul to make her rounds.
    With a team of boosters that she treated like family, and numerous other plugs aquired over time, Desember was never without product, legal or illegal.
    Nobody quite understood where the girl got her hustle. Clearly she did not get it from her mother. In fact, some wouldsay that she wanted to be nothing like her mother, who was always depending on a man, wanting to be rescued.
    Today, Desember roamed the aisles of the Recalls discount store with a trained eye, looking for items she could buy low and sell high. The outside looked like a barn but it was actually the best-hidden secret in all of North Carolina. It was a discount store that sold some of the best name brands and hard-to-find items for next to nothing. The three hours it took for her to drive there was well worth the trip, and she usually took the ride once a week to look for things she could quickly resell on the street for a profit. This week they had some Michael Kors bags for $29.99, which she knew she could get $100 to $150 for easily. They also had some perfumes and colognes on sale for $7.99 that went for $59.99 retail. She knew she could sell them for at least $25.00. Plus she was due to pick up a shipment from one of her favorite and best suppliers.
    Until she and Fame became an item, D’s favorite pastime was acquiring things other people wanted or needed and selling them for a profit. She felt like a kid in a room full of chocolate and gumdrops as she filled her cart with bargains and steals. This was going to be a good week; she had just moved in with Fame, Recalls had plenty of good