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    â€œCome on, drunken monkey.” Touch dragged me from the truck and into the house.
    As soon as I opened the door, I was met by a ringing house phone. My head still spinning, I couldn’t make it past where Touch had laid me on the couch.
    Touch grabbed a pillow and blanket for me and placed the pillows beneath my head, and the blanket over my body. “You need anything?” He grabbed a Heineken from the refrigerator and popped it open.
    I noticed my cell phone was now ringing off the hook. “My purse.”
    Touch passed me my purse then headed to my bathroom to relieve himself yet again.
    By the time I’d pulled my phone from my purse, I’d missed the call. I looked at my list of missed calls. I had ten missed calls, seven from Sasha, and three from a private number that I was sure was Sasha as well. Damn! I forgot to give her that money I promised. I immediately called her back.
    â€œWhat the hell are you doing?” Sasha said as soon as she picked up.
    â€œCut this bullshit right now. I’m drunk,” I snapped back.
    â€œObviously,” Sasha stated. “When are you going home?”
    â€œI am home.”
    â€œI’m on my way,” she said, as though I’d invited her to come over or something. Then she hung up.
    Touch sat an empty garbage can next to me and finished up his Heineken. “You straight?”
    â€œYeah, I’m good. Sasha is on her way.”
    â€œGood. ’Cause ol’ girl is blowing my phone up. I’m out, bay.” Touch gave me a hug then set the alarm to the house and locked the door behind him.
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    â€œYou stink!”
    I thought I was dreaming, until I opened my eyes to a tiny blurred butter pecan five-foot frame with curly hair that stood before me. As my vision cleared, I saw Sasha standing in front of me, her hands on her hips. Not wanting to be bothered with her nonsense, I immediately grabbed my purse and pulled out my wallet. I didn’t say a word to her as I counted the cash in my purse. Seeing that I only had three hundred in cash, I pulled out my checkbook.
    â€œUh-uh.” Sasha shook her head. “Don’t write me no check.”
    â€œAll I got is three hundred on me, Sasha. I figured if you came all the way out here in the middle of the night, you would expect to leave with the entire amount.” Personally, I figured it wasn’t that serious and she could have waited until the next day.
    I guess she thought the same thing when she replied, “I’ll just get it tomorrow,” and then walked into the bathroom.
    I could hear the water running from the bathtub faucet shortly after. Sasha yelled from the bathroom, “Who the hell been here?”
    â€œHow the hell you get in here?” I answered with a question, realizing I didn’t let her in.
    â€œI used the spare hidden beneath the rock. Now back to my question, please.”
    â€œAnd the alarm?”
    â€œOne, two, three, four. You use the same pass code for everything, bank account pin number, voice mail, alarm.
    I mumbled loud enough for Sasha to hear, “Umph. Note to self, change all pass codes tomorrow, especially voice mail.”
    â€œJewel, I know a nigga been here. So who was it?” she asked again.
    â€œWhy?”
    â€œI know you ain’t bring that nigga home from the bar.” Sasha walked back into the living room.
    â€œYou think you know so fucking much, don’t you?” I sat up on the couch and headed into the bathroom.
    Sasha was right on my heels. “So who was it, Jewel?”
    â€œGotdamit! It was Touch.” I realized Sasha wasn’t gonna let it rest. “Is this for me?” I touched the water that filled the bathtub to test the warmth then turned the faucet off.
    â€œYes.”
    I got undressed and slowly stepped in the steaming hot water. Once I got comfortable in the tub, I rested my head against the bath pillow and closed my eyes.
    A few minutes