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running the AC, because I didn’t know how long AAA would take. So I took my UPS shirt off and sat on the trunk of my car in my wife beater.
                  Before calling AAA, I called Ching. It had been about a week and a half since he loaned me that bread. I was supposed to be on my way to his crib to give it back.
                  “What up, Pretty Boy?”
                  “Ching, I’m gone be a little late. ‘Bout an hour.”
                  “Meet me on the block then.”
                  “Cool.”
                  As I hung up and dialed AAA, I heard a familiar voice come out of nowhere. “You need some help?”
                  I looked to my right and saw Simone coming my way. Looking at her made me damn near not as frustrated anymore. She was a cute girl and dressed up nice. She was always wearing a fitted skirt suit and stilettos – sexy ass business attire type shit. She didn’t have much ass, but it was enough back there. She was fit too; with a flat stomach and nice sized titties. She always kept her hair done. It was a long weave colored in this reddish color that looked good against her brown skin.
                  What made my dick hard by just looking at her was the readiness in her face. No matter the time or day– rain, sleet, or snow– Simone always looked ready . She looked eager when it came to a man. The way she talked told me that if I played my cards right, I could get that pussy. If she wasn’t still with her boyfriend, that is.
                  “Yea, I do. You wouldn’t happen to have a jack, would you?”
                  “Sure do,” she told me with a flirtatious smile. “I’ll go get my car for you, sweetie. Be right back.”
                  I swear she was switching hard just because I was watching. I had half a mind to try to holla at her again, but my state of mine and the state of my pockets were too fucked up to even date a chick like her.
    As she pulled up next to me in a 2013 Camaro, that was confirmed. She was riding around in a forty-five thousand dollar car, probably made about seventy thousand dollars a year, and I drove a UPS truck during the day and an Impala at night that wasn’t worth two g’s.
                  Honestly, I tried to step to her a while back, but, as I peeped her style, I knew that I couldn’t pull a chick like her. She was way out of my league.
                  It was hot as all hell outside. Too damn hot to be on some steaming ass cement changing a tire, so I hurried up and got the jack out of Simone’s trunk.
                  With a cute giggle, Simone told me, “I would ask how you’re doing, but I can see that much.”
                  “Right,” I replied with a minor grunt while I worked to get the tire off. “It’s just one of them days.”
                  Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed that Simone had sat in her driver’s seat with her legs out of the car and facing me. Her legs were so far open that I damn near saw her cookie. But it was too damn hot to even figure out whether that was on purpose or not.
                  Then my phone rung and the conversation that followed irritated me more than the damn tire and this heat.
                  “Hey, Pretty Boy.” It was my mother.
                  “Hey, Ma. I’m a little busy. Can I call you back?”
                  “Make sure you call me right back. I need some help with the rent and the landlord is down my throat.”
                  Fuck , I thought to myself.
                  “Okay, Mama. I’ll call you right back.”
                  I tried to hide my frustration because I felt Simone looking at me. I hadn’t changed a tire so fast in my life. I was feeling like less of a man already, and to have