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Know It All?” I had asked.
    She snickered. “Dark, chiseled, and hood…and you’re exactly what he’s lookin’ for.” Then she stated he specifically requested a fine, fly bitch with a fat ass who wanted something more out of life than running the streets.
    Mona and I were cordial to one another in high school, but we never really hung out. She always seemed a little strange to meback then, like withdrawn. When she went MIA in the middle of the school year for like four months, then returned the following fall, the gossip was that she got put away for trying to kill herself. Mmmph. I never asked her about it. And I never cared to know. Not even after we ended up going to the same college and sharing a dorm room together. We clicked. Then over time became very good friends. So it didn’t matter. It still doesn’t.
    Anyway, Mona knew I had a weakness for hood niggas with extra swag. And Jasper was it. But what she failed to mention is that the nigga was a chronic cheater and that I would have to slash tires, fight him, and beat up a bunch of his sidepiece-hoes almost every other month.
    Big dick and all, Jasper was fucking trouble from the word go . And instead of cutting him off like I did with every other nigga I had been with, I kept fucking with him until his ass had me just as dick-dumb and dizzy as the rest of them bitches he’d been fucking. But the one thing I had that none of them other bitches ever got was his love. Get a hood nigga to fall for your ass, and see what you get. Borderline damn stalker, okay! Anyway, I knew I had his ass hooked, even if he was fucking other bitches. Those retarded-ass hoes were getting his hard dick, but I had his heart. At the time, that’s all that really mattered to me. Now, if I could rewind the clock, I would have left his ass on that dance floor that night at the party and never looked back.
    Oh well…
    â€œHey, girl,” I say, taking the Fourth Street ramp toward Downtown L.A. “How’s everything?”
    â€œPasha, girl, please tell me you’re back from L.A.,” she says, sounding distressed.
    â€œI’m still out here, girl. I’ll be home tomorrow around five, your time. Why, is everything okay?”
    â€œN-no.” Her voice cracks. “Some shit hit the fan Thursday and I think…no, I know, it’s about to get real ugly. Ohgod, Pasha. I don’t know what the fuck I’ve gotten myself into.”
    My heart jumps. “Ohmygod, Mona, what in the world are you talking about? What happened? Is everything okay with Mario?” Mario’s her sixteen-year-old son who stays in some kind of trouble over these young hoes because he can’t keep his dick in his pants. Like father, like son. And if he’s anything like his father, I know he’s slinging one big-ass dick. Not that I’ve fucked Avery, Mona’s husband. But I have seen it before. And believe you me. It’s one big, juicy sausage! Mmmph.
    I guess you want to know how I know this. Well, um, let’s say—without going into too many details—that he was prowling around up on Nastyfreaks4u looking for a little sidepiece head and sent an attachment of his hard dick to my Deep Throat Diva email. For some reason, his email stays stuck in the back of my memory.
    Hey Deep Throat Diva, I’m 5’11 black 195lbs with a nice 8.5 thick, fat cock for your mouth and throat. Private, very discreet. Married with family here. Cool laidback guy…
    Unfortunately, I didn’t know it was his dick or that he was the man behind the email or screen name R EADY2NUT I N U until I got to Mountainside Park, stepped out of my car and he rolled down the driver’s side window of his tinted-out black SUV. Talk about shocked! My face cracked. And so did his.
    I was fucking sick to my stomach. And to think of all the email exchanges, IM-ing and cyber-sexing he and I had done in the wee hours of the