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thoroughly checking out Lucky, she cocked her head to the side, smiled coyly and said. "Peace out." She headed for the door to go and pick up her girlfriend Dutchess. Noticing a small brown paper bag that Luck was carrying, she stopped dead in her tracks and suspiciously asked. "What's in that paper bag? It's not drugs or anything is it?"
    Lucky looked at her as if she was asking a foolish question. "Hell no, it ain't no damn drugs! I would never bring drugs to where you lay ya head, its just money."
    "Oh, ok." She said relieved. Trying to make it up to Lucky for not trusting him, she sweetly offered. "I cooked some baked chicken. I can fix you a plate if you're hungry.
    Also, I put a clean towel and wash cloth on the bed in case you want to take a shower."
    "Thank you, but I'm gonna warm me something up after I get out the shower. Just go ahead. Have a good time and be safe. I have my cell phone on, if you need me." When she arrived at Dutchess's house, her friend wasn't surprised to see her driving Luck's car. She had been in Tressa's presence when Lucky was around, and even a blind man could see that Lucky was head over heels for Tressa. "Girl, I see you finally came out of denial, huh?"
    "What are you talking about?"
    "I see you driving 'Big Money Grip' from the 'Getting Money Strip' car. And you know they say, that nigga don't LET nobody drive his car."
    "Girl, please it ain't even like that. He's just my brother's friend." Tressa said innocently.
    "Tressssaa, you know damn well he's more than Taj's friend. Girl, he ya man!"
    Tressa burst into laughter. "Girl please, he ain't even thinking bout me that way. Plus, he got plenty of women I'm sure."
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    "Chile please, the hell he ain't." Dutchess looked at her and rolled her eyes.
    "Where he at now then? Why you got his car out flossing?"
    "He's at my house getting some rest."
    "Tressa, check this out, a man just ain't gonna give you his car to drive to the club like that. Believe what I am telling you." Dutchess shook her head in disgust. She could not believe how green her friend was.
    "Whatever." Tressa responded as if she wasn't taking in everything that Dutchess was saying, but in reality, she was soaking everything in as she continued to listen to the words of Mary J. Blige's song, Real Love . How more effective the words sounded coming out of a booming 6x9 kicker box in the trunk of the car, rather than the tiny woofers she had in her Baby 98. Damnnn, Mary!!!! You make it sound so good. She be hitting home. If I didn't want a real love, shoot, I want one now, she thought to herself.
    Once they arrived at the club, she parked the car and got out. With much swing in their step, they walked toward Ivory's Uptown Lounge. A guy named Motor noticed her walking away from the only black on black brand new 1993 Mercedes Benz in town driven straight off the showroom floor, by a young black man a few weeks ago and it was 1992. He spoke first and then asked. "Where Luck at?"
    Tressa hesitated for a minute, not sure who this nigga was and if she wanted to respond. "Oh he's at home." She said cautiously.
    "Tell him that Motor said what's up and make sho he come round the way tomorrow and give a nigga a chance to win his money back."
    "A'ight." Tressa replied nonchalantly.
    Tressa and Dutchess approached Ivory's. Tuesdays was College night and there was always a long line.
    Although it was the designated College night, it was the middle of July and school was not in session.
    Consequently, the club population may have only been 10%
    actual college students. The rest were big time, mediocre, nickel and dime or perpetrating, wanna be hustlers of Richmond, VA and surrounding areas. There were UPS
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    money. The majority of the playas in there looked, dressed and wore the jewelry that drug dealers wore. Anybody knows that