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seed."
    "You real confident with yours. What you pushing?" I asked, trying to get down to business. He was fine, but if he was broke, it didn't make a damn bit of difference.
    "What you mean what I'm pushing?" Nico asked with confusion in his voice.
    "You know what I mean. What type of whip you got?"
    "Precious, that's not the type of question you ask a man when you just meet him," he said, sounding like a concerned father lecturing his daughter.
    "He might get the wrong impression and assume you're a paper chaser," he added.
    "Sweetheart, you got me confused with the next bitch. I don't give a fuck what impression I give off. I don't fuck wit' broke niggas. A broke nigga make for a dry pussy. You feel me? So are you gonna tell me what you pushing, or do I need to keep strolling and go about my business?"
    I knew every instinct in Nico's body was telling him to walk away and never look back at the danger standing before him, but being a typical nigga with a hard-on, his lust prevailed. "I tell you what, let me take you on a date, and I promise you won't be disappointed."
    "I guess that means you not gonna tell me what type of wheels you got. I hope you not walking, because if you are, you'll be on that date solo." Nico laughed. "What's so funny?"
    "You. Just give me your digits. You definitely gonna be my permanent piece."
    I figured that instead of turning Nico off with my slickwith-the-mouth antics, I was pulling him further in. He probably wasn't used to my type, a woman so blatant with it. He had to respect the fact that I let it be known that you either come correct or don't come at all.
    CIP
    "What's up, Maria?" I said, walking in the Dominican spot for my weekly wash and blow out. Maria responded with her standard nod and smile, which was fine with me since my beautician could barely speak English. After the deep conditioning and roller set I was under the dryer, dreading the hour process. Luckily, I came prepared with the latest magazines to pass time. I was enthralled in reading about the most recent rap battle between two of the hottest MC's when the rattle of someone pounding on my dryer jarred me from my concentration.
    "What's up, homegirl?" Inga grinned as our eyes met. Inga and I had been cool since sixth grade, but in the last year or so we became real close. When I moved out my moms' crib and changed schools I would get lonely for female company sometimes. All the girls at my new school had established their cliques and looked at me as an outsider. Plus, they couldn't take that all they boyfriends was sweating my ass. Inga would come over and stay with me just about every weekend. We would just kick it together or go out on double dates since we both liked hustlers.
    "Bitch, you was about to catch it," I said, giving her a pound. "I didn't know who the fuck was banging on my dryer like a crazy person. I should've known it was yo' wild ass."
    "What you reading?" Inga asked as she sat down in the seat next to me.
    "Just some rap bullshit. I'm starting to believe all this so-called beef just be a publicity stunt. These niggas will do anything for airtime."
    "You got that right, and we be right there reading that bullshit like its gospel," Inga said as we nodded our heads in agreement. "So what's up wit' you tonight, you going to the club?"
    "Actually, I'm supposed to be going on a date."
    "A date? Who you fucking wit', Precious?"
    "I ain't fucking wit' nobody. I just met this dude on my way over here, and we supposed to be hanging out tonight."
    "He got money?" Inga asked, while rubbing her fingers together.
    "I hope so, but if not, the date will end before it even starts. If he don't pull up to the crib in some official shit, I won't have no problem telling him to forget my name and number."
    "You got that right. It's too many niggas out here doing it to be wasting your time with a thirsty cat. But if he is rolling in the dough, hook me up with one of his friends. Truth be told, you know niggas making paper