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always be.” I removed my white oversized T-shirt that covered the carved muscles on my chest. S TREET S OLDIER was still tattooed down my chest and my mother’s name, Shante, was scripted on there as well. With my jeans hanging low, Poetry got a good look at my body that I always kept in shape and cut to perfection. Her eyes were glued to me, but her lips were pursed.
    â€œI guess your mouth is twisted because you need to contain those liquids formin’ in your mouth,” I said. “And a shirt or pants don’t make a man ghetto, the way he conducts himself does. Just like the way you do. By your actions, I have to assume that you are Princess Ghetto and it appears that you wear your crown well.”
    Poetry dropped her hand from her hip, but folded her arms across her chest instead. The rolling of her neck ceased. “That’s fair, but ghetto or not, you like it.”
    I cocked my head back. “Tuh. What makes you think that?”
    â€œâ€™Cause I know these kinds of things. But since you prefer to play hard to get, I’ma leave you with this.” She reached into her pocket. “Here’s your hundred dollars back. Like I said, I was just fuckin’ wit’ you, and I don’t need your money. And I got something else for you, too.”
    I took the hundred from her, waiting to see what else she had. She went back into her purse and reached for a pen on my desk to write something. She reached out to give the piece of paper to me. I took it.
    â€œThat’s my phone number,” she said. “If you’re interested, use it. If not, your loss.”
    Poetry turned to walk away, and I couldn’t help myself from taking a look at her nice ass that fit well into her torn jeans that showed some skin peeking through the holes.
    â€œPoetry,” I said, this time walking behind her. She turned and I happily tore up her number and dropped it in the trash can beside me. I swiped my hands together. “Thanks, but no thanks. You got too much attitude for me, and girls like you don’t move me.”
    She snapped her fingers. “Damn. If chubby ones did, I was so sure I would too. But like I said, your loss, boy , not mine.”
    She walked out, leaving me to wonder if I had made a big mistake by tossing out her number. I revisited all that had happened today, pretty positive that I’d done the right thing. To me, she was trouble. Trouble that I didn’t need.

Chapter Three
    The Past Is Never Behind Me ...
    I was lying on my sofa sleeper with the windows wide open. No breeze was stirring and the blue sheer curtains were at standstill. Sweat ran from my forehead and since the air conditioner was broke, I regretted giving Mr. Jefferson my rent money. He hadn’t come by to fix the air since I’d reported it broken three days ago. This was the kind of shit that frustrated me the most, and when it came to me spending my money, I expected things to be taken care of. The only complaint that I didn’t have right now was with Francine. As I sat with gripes about what wasn’t going right, there was no doubt that I was pleased with her skillfully sucking my dick. She had it gripped with her hands, taking it all in like a pro. My eyes were fluttering and I couldn’t tell if the sweat was from being so hot from the stuffy room, or from what she was doing to me. I felt like I was in a coma. Didn’t dare to move and my mouth was sealed tight.
    â€œI know, Prince,” she said, taking a few seconds to break. “You like ... love this, don’t you?”
    All I did was nod. Francine inched me to the verge of busting a nut, and when she felt my dick pulsating, she backed away from it. She straddled my lap, and lifted her ruffled skirt above her hips. I had all hips and ass in my hands, trying to maneuver my hard muscle into her wetness as she squatted. She slammed down on me several times, causing my body to jerk from her