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later Sasha returned. She reached over me and grabbed the shea butter body wash and loofah sponge. She lathered the sponge and began to wash my body.
    Five minutes later I was rinsing the soap off and wrapping my bath up. I dried off, threw on a robe, and gave my teeth a much-needed brushing, and rinsing with Listerine. Now it was definitely time for bed.
    I walked into the bedroom and took off my robe, sliding in bed beside a naked Sasha, who wrapped her arm around me and began licking the lobe of my left ear.
    I grabbed her arm and gently placed it beside her and rolled over. I did it for a few of reasons. One, I was drunk as hell and not in the mood. We had gotten down like this once before, and it was good, but I really didn’t prefer the girl-on-girl thing. And, two, I was no trick. I didn’t need a fuck to give her that money she asked for.
    â€œWhat’s wrong with you?”
    â€œNothing. Go to sleep, Sasha.”
    â€œGo to sleep? Do I look like a child to you?”
    â€œNo, but sometimes you act like one.”
    Sasha had turned me off from the time she’d walked in the door, not to mention how she irritated me with this whole quit-my-career job-to-take-up-dancing decision she’d made earlier in the day.
    I’d first met Sasha about a year and a half ago. I had gone with one of the niggas from my team to the club she happened to work at. It was time for her act as we walked in. She was sexy and turned me on. Our eyes were locked on each other her entire performance.
    When she was done with her set, she came over, and we talked for a while. She even gave my dude a lap-dance. When I was getting ready to leave, she wrote her cell phone number on a napkin and gave it to me, telling me that I could call her anytime.
    I always tried to take a picture of a new person I was putting in my phone, so I know who’s calling. When I asked her to pose for the picture, she turned around and bent down, showing me her thong and fat ass. I laughed at the gesture, took the picture and then gave her my number. The next day, she called me and invited me to come to the mall with her. The rest is history.
    Everything was cool for a while, but it seemed like the more I learned about her and the closer we got, the more she turned me off. And this particular night, her mouth was really pushing me over the edge.
    Sasha sat up in the bed and began to yell, “What? Who the fuck do you think you’re talking to?”
    â€œYou notice you’re the only one yelling? You might want to bring it down a couple of notches and stop cussing at me.” I constantly had to remind Sasha to watch the way she talked to me. Besides being with a tired-ass man, her anger was her biggest downfall.
    Sasha let out a big sigh and flopped back down on the bed. I could hear her sniffles, a true sign she was crying.
    Fuck! Now I got to kiss this bitch ass! “Why you crying, Boobie?” I rolled over and pulled her close to me.
    â€œI’m just so stressed-out. I know you don’t deserve to be talked to like that. You never cuss or yell at me. You’re always so calm no matter how much I go off. I’m sorry, Jewel.”
    â€œIt’s all good,” I said, although deep down inside I really wanted to tell her about herself.
    â€œThat’s why I love you.”
    Sasha rolled on top of me and kissed me passionately, her kisses traveling from my lips to my breast and ending with an explosion between my thighs. “Sweet dreams,” she whispered in my ears and wiped my wetness from her lips.

Chapter 2
    â€œTruth Be Told”
    Sasha
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    â€œJewel, your phone,” I mumbled, bothered by the constant ring of her house phone. She didn’t even budge as I sat up in the bed and looked around the room for the cordless phone.
    My first thought was the nightstand. “Nope, not there,” I said to myself as I continued to search. The phone wasn’t on the cradle, but I could