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perfume. The walls were brown and white with the Gucci logo embedded in the paint. Kandi’s loud entrance turned a few heads as her heels clacked on the mirror black marble floor.
    Trevon had a new open chemistry with Kandi after the brief pleasure she gave him with her hand. He was trying to just relax and go with the flow. Stepping past the front desk, he looked around and easily noticed that he was the only black male in the store. His massive arms drew stares that Kandi noticed, but told him to ignore.
    “My money ain’t where it’s supposed to be for me to be up in here,” he said to Kandi.
    “Boy, miss me with that.” She laughed, reaching into a black python Fendi bag strapped over her shoulder. After digging around, she pulled out a Visa Black Card. “This one is on Janelle! She wants you to look your best, and I do agree because what you have on is so Walmartish, boo.”
    Trevon smiled at her honest view of his clothes. “Are you going to the party too?”
    “Wouldn’t miss it!” Kandi pulled him toward the back.
    “I don’t think I’m ready for a party.”
    “Are you serious! A party is just what you need.”
    They slid by a married couple and were a few feet from the men’s cologne counter when a soft, feminine voice called out for Kandi.
    “And you must be the man of the hour! Trevon?”
    Trevon turned toward the voice, instantly picking up on the accent and over-stressed words of a man trying to sound feminine. He knew immediately that it was a man.
    “Larese, I’d like you to meet Trevon. Larese is the pint-sized manager here.”
    “I’m not in the mood, Kandi! Don’t make me get bitchy up in here!” Larese snapped.
    Trevon took a step back as the three-foot ten-inch midget walked bowlegged from around a shirt rack of solid colored silk shirts.
    “Larese is gay,” Kandi said as she squatted to his eye level to tease him.
    “Out of my face. Poof! Be gone.” Larese tried to push her aside. “Who is my VIP?”
    Kandi stood up and quickly introduced the two. Trevon had no phobia being around homosexuals. In prison, he had to learn to deal with living with them. True, many straight men had fallen and were turned out—straight men thinking that getting favors from another male did not make them gay. Gay was gay. It did not matter if you were on the receiving end or giving end.
    “Janelle wants you to—”
    “Girl, I spoke to the Boss Diva and I know what to do to this fine piece of eye candy.” Larese snapped. “Follow me.”
    Trevon was taken to the back and treated with VIP status. Larese had to stand up on a table to measure Trevon. Kandi rolled her eyes at Larese fanning himself while measuring Trevon’s arms and swollen chest. Kandi sat down crossing her legs when Trevon took his shirt and tank top off. It was tossed in the trash and replaced with Gucci linen. Everything that touched his skin was Gucci. Button down shirts, pullovers, linen pants, jeans, gator shoes, ties, suits, hats, socks, boxers, belts and shades. He lost count of the number of times he went in and out of the dressing room. In the end, he kept on an all white loose linen set, laced down to a pair of square-toed white gators.
    “Fabulous!” Larese clapped his tiny hands as Trevon pimped out of the dressing room. His 6’4”, 245-pound frame had Kandi lost with sexual ideas. Kandi stood with her tongue twisted. His new gear changed his look dramatically for the better. She still had the vision of his naked body from the waist up planted in her mind. That V-shape of his back had made her nipples hard. Ducking off to head outside, she pulled out her cell phone.
    Trevon ended up with a tab totaling $7,530 charged to Janelle’s credit card. No one had ever given him such a large gift. Reverting back to his prison state of mind, he knew there was no such thing as a ‘free gift.’ If something was given, then you damn well better have something to give in return. It took him a moment to notice that Kandi was