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stores later, I had the order filled. Then I was on my way to see Pha-
    edra to let her know that the mission was accomplished. 
    I was learning the ropes, and I had a damn good tea cher. My mother
    always told me that I reminded her of a sponge because I was a quick-study. I
    had a photographic memory, and soaked up everything around me.
    It amazed me that any person with any kind of government ID could
    write a check on a business account. I always thought it had to be that particular business owner. But to my surprise, I wrote checks well over ten-thousand dollars which were never verified or even questioned. Damn! Phaedra was one smart broad. I kept that bit of information under my hat because it was
    good to know for future references.
    The game was set up like this, if I stole one of your business checks, I can make an exact duplicate of that said check. I can next go on a spree. Name or identification didn’t have to match what was on the card. It could be any Jane or John Doe the check would still be approved as long as it was the same business account. If inquiries were made then I could easily report that I was your associate in charge of whatever part of the business, secretary,
    or partner.
    I treated my hustle just like a regular job. Rising at the same time ev-
    eryday on go, I was just like the energizer bunny. In the end, my persistence paid off, and I was regimented. The job that I performed was considered to be business to business. I ran into and came across a lot of different people. One such person was a lo cal rapper named, Slim. I fell in love with Slim the instant I saw him. Falling in love easily and immediately after meeting someone was a weakness I developed after being molested. It didn’t take too much
    for me. I had developed a real need to be loved.
    Of course I thought that Slim and I would be together forever. Ev-
    erybody thought this way in the beginning of a relationship, and I was no exception. Slim was handsome. He was built just the way I liked my men, tall, dark and handsome. His skin was milk -chocolate brown and his body
    was a work of art. He had tattoos in all the right places. In addition, he was a hustler by nature. But it was his ambition and drive that really had me going. Ever since I can remember, I’d always been attracted to bad boys. Maybe because I was a bad girl, but I was ride or die type, without question. Slim was feeling me just as much as I was feeling him. From there, our romance
    continued to bloom.
    January 2001, I became very ill. Throwing up, and the smell of cer-
    tain typ es of foods made me really sick. I could barely stay awake and was always exhausted. Phaedra wanted me to pull a couple of stunts for her. The duties entailed going out, and writing some checks for electronic items. We had orders placed by her family, friends, and or associates to fill. I could
    hardly get out of bed and couldn’t perform like I usually do.
    I knew exactly what was causing my illness, but was in denial. Pha-
    edra kept calling back to back. Until finally, I realized she just wasn’t going to l et me rest. I got up, dressed, and drove to her home. The moment she saw me, Phaedra could tell there was something wrong. I mentioned that I may be pregnant. She shook her head, grabbed her purse, and drove to the nearest drug store while I went to sleep in her bed. A trash can was strategically
    placed near the bed for any upheavals. I knew that I was pregnant again.
    Phaedra returned with a pregnancy test kit and the test confirmed
    what I suspected. Phaedra immediately began pleading her case to the cour t. Of course, it wasn’t a real court. I was being sarcastic, but she was pleading
    to me about why I didn’t need more children.
    She went on and on talking about how her criminal enterprise was in
    full force. The money was rolling in really good, and I wa s her MVP. She told me that if I had another baby it would slow down the entire business. Phaedra was right. I did not