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usually roll in crews."
    "I got you. If he's official I'll turn you on. I haven't forgotten about that Jamaican cat you hooked me up with. I didn't even have to fuck that nigga; all he wanted to do was eat my pussy and take me shopping. A bitch was hurt when he got locked up, he was lacing me lovely."
    "Yeah, he was real big on you. I speak to his cousin, and he told me that nigga still be checking for you. He even asked me if I could talk to you about going to visit him in prison. I didn't have the heart to tell him it would never happen. So I just said you went to visit your peoples down south for a minute."
    "OK. What the fuck can he do for me behind bars, except tell me where he hid his stash?" I said, viewing my watch, seeing how much time I had left under this hot-ass dryer. I then looked back up at Inga, inspecting the shaky hairstyle she was rocking. "You came to let Maria do your hair?"
    "Nah, I still have this weave. I'm tryn' to rock this until I get all my money's worth. I was on my way to the beauty supply store and peeped you in here and wanted to holla."
    I couldn't help but think that Inga had got all her money's worth and then some off the tired looking tracks that were barely hanging on to her scalp. But I knew Inga's dollars were tight and she couldn't afford the necessary four to six week redo that was required to keep your weave fresh.
    "Oh, that's cool. I was planning on hitting you later anyway. If my date is a bust, let's go shake our asses at the club tonight. If it's all good, I'll hit you tomorrow so we can set up a double date.
    "That'll work," Inga said as she strutted out of the beauty shop.
    That night I got dressed for my date to the sounds of "The Emancipation of Mimi." Although I loathed that dizzy acting bimbo, Mariah Carey, I had to admit her CD was kinda hot. Nico already called and said he was on his way so I was just giving myself the finishing touches.
    I put on my hot pink Juicy Couture terry cloth dress with matching shoes. I still didn't know if this date was going to even happen, so I wasn't stressing it too much. Since my apartment wasn't facing the street I couldn't even look out my window to see what type of whip he was pushing before wasting my time and going downstairs. When my cell phone rang again, I figured it was Nico telling me he was downstairs. No way was I giving him my home number `cause he still was on my suspect list.
    When I got to the front door entrance I tried to peep around to catch a glimpse of Nico's ride. All I saw was an old Chevy parked out front with the hazardous lights flashing. If that was that nigga's car, I was going to cuss him the fuck out for wasting my time. He had to know by just looking at me that it wasn't that kind of party. Then I heard my cell phone ring and it was Nico telling me he was parked right out front. I was so pissed I bit my bottom lip.
    When I walked further out, someone beeped their horn and I noticed the hottest 2005 red SL65 AMG with banging rims. My face lit up like a Christmas tree. When I sat down in the car, the first thing Nico said was, "I bet you thought that banged up Chevy was mine," we both burst out laughing.
    "You know I did, ma'fuckah."
    "Seriously, Precious, you are way too beautiful to talk like that. Plus my name isn't ma'fuckah."
    "I apologize. You know what I meant to say, Nico." I didn't mind giving him a little life cause his wheels were crazy and the nigga was even finer out his street clothes. He had on some top line Sean John shit. Not the sweat suit gear, but the slacks and button up shirt. His wrist was heavy with the Jay-Z limited edition platinum version Audemars Piguet watch. I was feeling his style.
    "So where do you want to go tonight?" he asked, doing a U-turn in the middle of my street.
    "Maybe dinner."
    "You got a place in mind?"
    "You pick the spot," I wanted to see what his restaurant game was looking like anyway. He jumped on the Westside Highway. We eventually ended up on Lafayette Street at