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Simone’s cute established ass sitting there watching me change a tire was putting me under more pressure.
                  “You and your mom pretty close?”
                  “Too close, if you ask me,” I answered as I screwed on the lug nuts.
                  “Don’t talk like that.” Suddenly, she sounded so sad. So, I looked up at her. When we locked eyes, I felt so much chemistry. “My mother died a few years back, so don’t take your time with your mom for granted.”
                  I quickly changed the subject. I wasn’t in the mood to be brought down anymore than I already was. While I lowered the car to the ground and removed the jack, I asked questions that our normal hi and bye situations hadn’t allowed me to. I found out that she was a little older than me, thirty years old, which let me know why she always had such an eager look. Older women knew what they wanted and didn’t play no games with it. When she told me that she didn’t have any kids, I was sold.
                  I was tired of fucking with women with baggage. They usually were looking for a man to play daddy, and I wasn’t down for that, unless it was with my own seed.
                  “So, since you helped me out today, you gotta let me take you to dinner as a thank you. That is, unless your boyfriend is going to get mad.”
                  As I spoke to her, I made sure to walk real close up on her car, so close that I forced her legs to open wider because I was standing between them. When she didn’t shy away, I knew she was already goin’.
                  “There is no boyfriend to worry about anymore.” She had so much confidence that it made my dick hard. The way she licked her lips made me imagine what she could do with them lips while licking something else.
                  Simone gave me her number. While I was storing it in, Aeysha called me. I promised Simone that she would hear from me over the weekend, hopped in my car, and headed towards Ching’s block on Laramie and Jackson while answering Aeysha’s call.
                  “What’s up, bae?”
                  “Omari, a disconnect bill came in the mail earlier this week. You didn’t see it?”
                  Instantly, I got a fucking headache. The women I loved the most in my life, my mother and Aeysha, only called me about shit like this. It was really starting to irritate the fuck outta me.
                  “ You didn’t see it, Aeysha? I ain’t the one home all day. I don’t check the mail, so how would I see it?”
                  “Don’t get mad at me because…”
                  Right away, I cut off whatever nagging shit she was about to say. “What’s the disconnect date, Aeysha?”
                  But she still had a fucking attitude. “Tuesday!”
                  “How much?”
                  “Four hundred.”
                  Fuck!
                  “Ah ight. Let me call you back.”
                  She hung up without even saying goodbye. Sometimes I wondered if Aeysha really had the nerve to be mad at me because of the state we were in, or if she was more so mad at herself for not being able to help out.
                  It only took a few minutes for me to get to Ching’s block on Laramie and Jackson. Since it was Friday, the block was crackin’! Ching sold mostly coke, crack, ex pills, and mollies. So the block was always an assembly line of all kinds of people; rich, poor, dope fiends, and college students.
                  The usual block boys were posted in front of Ching’s trap house. As soon as they saw me, they ran up to my ride.
                  “Yoooo’! What up, Pretty Boy?!”
                  They young asses thought that