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continued to talk on the phone as she lifted the nozzle from its holding place, preparing to pump gas. Darius quickly rushed up to her and grabbed the nozzle out of her hand.
    â€œLet me do that for you,” he said to her. She had light brown eyes that were a beautiful almond shape. Her lips were full, blood red and glistening from lip gloss perfectly placed. She was wearing a wig, but it was definitely the expensive kind made of quality human hair. The black leather coat she wore was buttoned down to her waist, hugging her body thereby showing how much of her curves were hitting in all the right places.
    She looked at him as she released the nozzle into his capable hands. But she didn’t say anything to him. Not bothering to tell him how she could do it herself and that she didn’t need his help, as he’d grown accustomed to being told at times by independent women, or how much gas she wanted. She merely stepped away and continued her conversation with the person she was talking with on the phone.
    Darius decided to pump until it stopped. If she’d prepaid (which she most likely had), it would automatically stop when it reached the prepaid amount. Since she didn’t tell him an amount and didn’t object to him pumping, he decided she’d probably done that or was planning to fill it up. She had most definitely been on empty, as it stopped three cents pass sixty-dollars.
    She put her phone in her coat pocket and walked back over to him. Looking at the electronic counter, she yelled, “What have you done?! I don’t have but twenty dollars! I can’t pay that!”
    â€œWhat?” Darius said, looking from the pump to her. “You didn’t plan to fill it up?”
    â€œNo! I don’t have but twenty dollars. What have you done?”
    â€œThen why didn’t you tell me you only wanted twenty dollars’ worth of gas when I offered to pump it?” Darius said.
    â€œI didn’t ask you to pump anything for me. You just came over and took it out of my hands like you were Mr. In Control. I hope you have enough money on you to pay the rest.” She stared hard at him with her arms folded, her lips buttoned tightly.
    â€œNo, I don’t have enough. In fact, I don’t have enough for one gallon of gas, let alone . . .” He looked at the pump again and rubbed his hand over his entire head. “Didn’t you see that I was going over? Why didn’t you say something then to stop me?”
    She continued to stare hard at him. “Well, do you have a credit card or a debit card?”
    â€œI’m not going to pay for gas that just went into your car,” Darius said.
    â€œWell, I’m not going to pay for it, either. I didn’t pump it.” She pulled out her cell phone. “I suppose we have a problem then.” She began to press buttons on her phone.
    â€œWho are you calling?”
    â€œThe police,” she said. “You don’t have the money to pay for this. I didn’t tell you to do it. I’m definitely not going to jail for this. And we know if I drive off without paying, they’re going to come looking for me not you .”
    â€œPut that phone away,” Darius said. “I’m sure we can work something out.”
    She looked him up and down, still holding her phone but in a more relaxed mode now. “Okay. I’m listening.”
    Darius didn’t have a clue what to do. His only credit card had been totally maxed out months ago and apparently Tiffany wasn’t making any payments that were making a dent on the balance. He didn’t have any cash money. He already owed money to anyone who may have been open or foolish enough to loan him money. He began to pace and rubbed his head. “You see. It just doesn’t pay to try and do a good deed anymore.” He looked at her. “I offered to pump your gas because you were about to pump while you were on your cell phone wearing