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her?”
    “She was hot, bro. All I’m saying is that if you don’t want her, toss her this way. And pa, she ain’t no Yolanda.” Kamikaze went into the bathroom, pushed the door but it stayed ajar and turned on the shower.

    Yolanda was another one of Kamikaze’s favors. A year ago, when Chulito first met Kamikaze, during one of their three o’clock in the morning, deep soul conversations, Chulito confessed that he’d never had sex.
    “What the fuck are you sayin’ to me, Chulito? All those shorties buzzin’ around you and you ain’t poked not even one of them. They ready to hand they shit over to you, m’brother.”
    Chulito said that he was a virgin out of respect for his mom and church.
    Kamikaze laughed.
    Chulito covered his face and shook his head realizing how lame that excuse sounded once it came out his mouth.
    Kamikaze looped his arm around Chulito’s neck and kissed his temple. “We gotta change that shit right now. You fifteen years old, pana, and way past due.”
    Chulito pulled away. “Yo, Kaz, don’t do some crazy shit.”
    Kamikaze laughed again. “I’m gonna call Yolanda and she will fuck your brains out, papa, tonight! Nah, fuck that shit, she’s gonna do it now!” Kamikaze flipped open his cell phone and pushed one button.
    Chulito’s hands sweated. “Nah, man, I…I…I’m not ready.”
    “Shut the fuck up and get ready to have your first taste. Hey, mamita, it’s Kamikaze. What you doing right now?”
    Chulito’s mind raced. No fucking way! No fucking way! And he ran out of Kamikaze’s apartment.
    Kamikaze chased him down the block, and caught him, “Yo, nigga, what the fuck is wrong with you? You gay or something?”
    It was like the air had been sucked out of the world and Chulito could hear just hear his heartbeat. He knew at that moment that he would have to fuck Yolanda.
    “Nah, man, I’m just scared. There are all those diseases and she could get pregnant.”
    Kamikaze took a deep breath, looked him in the eye and smiled. “Chulito, there ain’t nothing to be scared of, ah-ight? Listen, Yolanda is a professional. It’s her job. So forget about all that pregnant shit and diseases. Besides, your shit will be wrapped.” Kamikaze looked up into the dark sky, thought a moment, and then looked back at Chulito. “So, this is what we gonna do. She’s gonna come to my place and we gonna do her together. Fuck, I might as well get a little some’n, some’n out of this, too.”
    “Together? I don’t think so.” Chulito loved the idea of Kamikaze being in the room with him and Yolanda.
    “Ah-ight, so do her by yourself.”
    “Do her?”
    “Chulito, what is up?”
    “It’s just that…” Chulito thought of the times he saw Kamikaze in his underwear when they chilled in his crib. He recalled the dreams he’d had where it was just the two of them wrapped in each other’s arms.
    “Look, you want me to be there? I’m wit it. I’ll get her all warmed up and then pass her to you. I’ll be your coach.”
    “My coach?”
    “Yeah. I didn’t need no coach, but you so scared I want to make sure you don’t fuck it up, and I want to make sure you go through wit it.”
    Chulito suppressed a smile. “O.K., but don’t tell anybody.”
    “Who the fuck am I gonna tell?”
    So they went back to Kamikaze’s apartment and waited for Yolanda’s arrival. They took showers, separately, as Yolanda requires of her clients before she arrives. She also only goes out, never has men to her apartment. She has two daughters and a son and doesn’t want them seeing any activity going down.
    Yolanda showed up all mighty and voluptuous. She had lots of curves and wild curly hair that she had tied up in a tangle on the top of her head. She took out a napkin from her purse and stuck the gum she was chewing in it, then wiped dark red lipstick from her mouth. She looked at Chulito and smiled with wide bright teeth. “Hey, baby, I’m gonna pop your cherry.”
    “Don’t look so fucking