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her, grabbing her cane and heading toward the door. “I bet your sick ass is feeling just fine right now!” she laughed.
    At the door, Salida stopped and looked at a row of boxes that were stacked up against the wall. They contained thousands of tiny vials that were stamped with her unique street logo and the name of her new brand, Strawberry Snake. Her plans for widespread distribution were about to become a reality, and after the extensive testing she had done on Nooni, she couldn’t wait for her specially-blended product to invade Harlem’s streets and capture the hearts of its residents.
    Anxious to leave, Nooni made a mistake and reached for the doorknob, but Salida slapped her hand down real hard.
    “When are you gonna learn that it’s locked on this side, dummy?”
    Nooni waited as Salida stretched out the neon-pink spiral bracelet that she always wore on her wrist. Two keys dangled from it, and Salida stuck the larger key in the lock and then pressed down on the handle and opened the door.
    She spoke over her shoulder. “You’s a sweet lil thing, Nooni. Anytime you start feeling bad you just come find Mizz Salida and I promise I’ll make you feel better, you hear?”
    “Yes, ma’am,” Nooni said and grinned. Her head was good and her mood was lifted. And the cell phone jammed up in her tight pussy was starting to feel just like a dick as she bounced her gorgeous young ass back down the stairs to get ready for her next customer.

 
     
     
     
     
    CHAPTER 10
     
    The homeless shelter didn’t look nothing like I had pictured it looking. From the outside you could have taken it to be a regular old New York brownstone, but when I got inside I was surprised at the way it was set up.  
    The Puerto Rican lady who came to get me from the hospital took me into an office to meet an intake counselor named Mrs. Singletary, and after she gave me an ice pack for the lumps on my face and asked me if my foot was feeling okay, she got out her little clipboard and started drilling me with a whole lot of questions about my past.
    Most of what I told her was lies, and just like when I was in jail, I made up a lot of shit as I went along, but this was New York. I figured Mrs. Singletary had been around the block a few times and had probably heard all kinds of bullshit before.
    She punched my bogus information into her computer, and then I half-listened as she ran down about a million New York City shelter rules.
    “We have a ten-day stay limit and there are absolutely no visitors allowed. There is no smoking, drinking, and absolutely no drug use permitted during your stay. All cooking must be done in the kitchen, and all food must be consumed in the dining room.”
    My mind wandered as she continued talking. I wanted to listen but I was busy trying to plan my next move and figure out how much of me and Gino’s cash I could get Sallie to wire me before the Feds got suspicious.
    “We have a bed for you on the second floor,” the intake counselor said, eyeing the boot on my foot. “You think you can make it up there?”
    I nodded real quick. Hell yeah, I could make it. I could make it up them stairs, and as soon as my money got wired to Western Union, I could make it back down them bad boys too.
    Matter fact, the minute I got my cash I was gonna catch a cab to the airport and buy me a one way ticket to someplace far, and then check into the airport hotel and order room service and chill until it was time for my flight to leave.
    “The second floor is no problem,” I assured the counselor as we walked through a little lounge area. She was one of those older ladies who still used a hot comb to straighten her salt and pepper hair. She turned around to lead the way and her pleated skirt twirled like a giant tent. Her hips were big and round, and her stockings made that soft squishing noise as her thighs rubbed together with every step she took.
    I damn near fell in love with that sound and the way her ass moved. She