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you ever need anything, make sure you give me call. And I do mean anything, Ms. Sims.”
    I make sure that she knows exactly what I am talking about. I know that it’s wrong for me to still wanna hit that, but it was good as fuck. I felt a spark between us and I know that she felt that shit too.
    “How can I give you a call, if I don’t have your number?”
    That was all that I needed to hear to know that she is down for me to knock the pussy out the frame again. As she quickly stores my number inside of her phone, the front door swings open and my heart skips a beat.
    “Ma, where is the glass pitcher that we usually make the lemonade in?”
    “I broke that last week. I’ve been meaning to go to Bed Bath and Beyond to get another one. Just use the pitcher that I have the water in.”
    “Okay.”
    She turns to walk back inside of the house. I have to say something to get her attention. Baby is bad!
    I thought that Ja’nelle was fine. Then of course, Ms. Sims is a stallion but baby girl already has my nose wide open.
    “I can take you to get that glass pitcher, if you like. I’ve been dying for some fresh squeezed lemonade.”
    I look at Ms. Sims and she just chuckles and then she shakes her head.
    “And who are you?” She asks, with a raised eyebrow and a hand on her full hips.
    She stands at about 5’4”, maybe 5’5”. Her skin was the color of dark chocolate and her eyes are a funny color. I can see hints of green and hazel and her body is banging. She has a little pudge in her stomach, but I like that.
    She too has on an extremely short pair of jean shorts, which her ass cheeks hang from with a red wife beater that is tied in the back.
    “My name is Jabari. I’m a friend of your mother’s.”
    I walk up on the porch and then I gently kiss the back of her hand.
    “I see; you must be one of my Mama’s boy toys.”
    She smirks at her mom.
    “Naw, we’re strictly friends. I help her out around the house, whenever I can,” I lie effortlessly
    “You don’t look like the handyman type to me. I’m Jazzlene, her youngest daughter.”
    She looks deep into my eyes and it may sound corny, but I hear angels singing. I haven’t felt that way since I met my first and last girlfriend, Amiyah.
    “I’ll be honest; I’m not the handyman type.  However, I do what I can.”
    “So . . . how is it you know my mother?”
    “He is friends with one of my boy toys. We just became friends recently,” Ms. Sims answers for me.
    I honestly didn’t know what to say. I didn’t wanna ruin my chances with her and say that I was banging her sister.
    “I see. Well, it was nice meeting you, Jabari.”
    She turns to walk away and that ass almost puts me in a trance.
    “Why don’t we go get that glass pitcher, so that you can make me some lemonade?”
    “I don’t know you like that!”
    She smiles a little, letting me know that she is playing.
    “We can get to know each other on the ride to the store. Besides, yo’ mama will vouch for me. Tell er’, Ms. Sims. I won’t bite.”
    “He won’t bite! Can y’all stop at the grocery store to buy food for dinner tomorrow too?”
    I knew that it was a reason why I liked Ms. Sims.
    “Are you sure that you don’t mind taking me, Jabari?”
    “Not at all, sweet thang. I’ll take you anywhere.”
    “I bet. Let me go and change my clothes. I’ll be ready in a minute.”
    I watch her run in the house, with that big fluffy ass jiggling behind her.
    “Don’t get any ideas, Jabari. That is my baby and she doesn’t need you in her head.”
    “Why did you vouch for me then?”
    Women are so confusing.
    “Because . . . . I want you to leave my married daughter alone, so if hooking you up with my single daughter will do that then it is what it is.”
    She walks by me, dragging the water hose behind her. I take it from her hand and then I pull it to the backyard for her.
    “I got that, Ms. Sims. But I want you to know that I’m not a bad guy. I promise you, if me and Jazzlene