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in your shoes. I don’t know what that commitment shit feels like. My only advice to you is to be smart about this shit. That Tynisha is a rider. It ain’t too much of that around and it damn sure ain’t in those young ass girls. Just be careful. Be safe.” I extended my arm and shoulder to buffer my sermon.
    He took it with a wry smile. I knew Al. He was an emotional man; one that couldn’t keep his dick in his pants. And because of this, Tynisha’s hands always stayed in his pockets. They were three kids and six years in and still couldn’t get shit right. When he fucked up—and that was a lot—his apology would always involve an insane expense. His lawyer always stayed in his ass about the sports cars, vacations, homes, shopping sprees, and jewelry he’d apologize with. Seemed to me it was cheaper to be single if you preferred variety like he did. But I knew there was something deep within that had committed and connected him to his lady that was not the case with any of the other women he fucked.
    “I’m gonna get my shit together, man,” he whispered, I was sure, so no one could hear his crying ass.
    Alton had a gregarious and crude sense of humor, but his personality was far more sensitive . Very few saw that if they weren’t paying attention. Al was good peoples. Many couldn’t stomach him because of the crass. I saw straight through that shit. It was something he did to appeal to others or to ward off threats. I didn’t need the appeal, neither was I a threat to him.
    “You all right with me, man. Don’t sweat that shit.”
    “I’m gonna get that Angela. Give me to like tomorrow. She with it,” he gloated. That Al could sure switch it up. He couldn’t help himself.
    I laughed at his silly ass and checked my watch. “I gotta get outta here, man. Got shit to get into.” I hopped into my truck and took off to Philly.
    I headed straight to my place. I had an apartment in Bala Cynwyd, not too far from the job. I had paperwork to go through before meeting with my attorney the following day. I had to be on top of my game for that shit. I knew he’d grill my ass for facts that would be found in these documents he had sent over a couple of days ago.
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    That Friday, I found myself at lunch with Zoey. It was somewhat coordinated seeing that Alton was finally fucking her girl, Angela. We sort of ended up waiting on them and had to preoccupy ourselves, and why not over food. I was sick of the diner. That was Al’s speed. I’d had too much of that shitty food. We ended up at a Sergue , a restaurant I had my assistant arrange to open early so I could eat somewhere decent. It wasn’t the fanciest of places; I wasn’t on a date. Just somewhere I could have privacy and use as an alibi in case Al got caught again with another girl. One armor went with Al and the other stayed with me and sat at a nearby table.
    Zoey sat across from me, just as irritated by the idea of having to wait on her girl to get fucked as I was. She was so damn pretty though. Her hair was straight today, but still unstyled and she wore small gold stud earrings, making me wonder how her understated look would pair with diamond studs instead of the beads of gold. She still had on her club uniform shirt and little khaki shorts that showed off her slender yet long legs. And although I was grateful to not be with yet another eager individual who wanted to put me on the running wheel, under the spotlight to perform, I couldn’t help but notice her less than appealing disposition.
    I had to spark up a conversation or I’d bail on Al’s trifling ass. I couldn’t lie, as much as I wasn’t 100% decided on her motive, Zoey still intrigued me. She was like a closed book and I figured I could use her as entertainment while I did this childish ass high school cover up shit with Al.
    “So,” I started, not knowing how to initia te a conversation with this young girl.
    A young girl who I oddly found attractive. 
    “So,” she