Naughty No More by Brenda Hampton Read Free Book Online

soon.”
    I hung up and Nokea glared over at me. “So, I guess you’re feeling his side of the story, huh?”
    â€œWell, it does make sense Nokea. Don’t you think you might be blowing things out of proportion? You know Jaylin wasn’t going to call that woman.”
    â€œShane, please don’t make me disrespect you. I know men and women view things differently, but you all couldn’t be that darn stupid. I don’t care what anybody says, Jaylin took that woman’s number for a reason. By all means, he loves me to death, but Jaylin will always be Jaylin. No offense to Jaylin, but my girlfriend Pat said it best. If you keep a ho under lock and key they’ll do just fine. But if you put a ho into a busy environment, a ho will turn himself loose. I’m starting to see what she meant.”
    â€œDamn, that’s deep. Are you perceiving your husband as a ho? If so, I wouldn’t repeat that to Jaylin. He might be offended.”
    â€œI don’t know what I’m saying Shane, but I’m mad. Personally, right now, I don’t care if he’s offended or not. I call it as I see fit.”
    I shut my mouth and dreaded pulling up to their house. Obviously, some shit was bound to go down. Since Jaylin and I weren’t exactly on good terms, I wasn’t sure what to expect.

    For the next few hours, Nokea and I made good conversation. I felt a few extra bumps in the road, so I got off the highway, heading for the nearest gas station. The side road was dark as hell, and it appeared that we were in a rather hick little town. Not seeing a gas station in sight, I quickly pulled over to see what was up. When I got out, I saw my rear left tire was flat. I checked the trunk for a spare. Even though it was there, it had no air in it. Freezing cold, I slammed down the trunk and got back into the car.
    â€œWhat’s the matter?” Nokea asked.
    â€œI got a flat tire. I’ll call roadside assistance. It shouldn’t take long for them to get here.”
    I dialed out on my phone, and the dispatcher said someone would be there in about thirty minutes. To keep us warm, I kept the car running and told Nokea someone was coming soon.
    Nokea and I continued to talk and another hour must have passed. I called roadside assistance again, and they assured me that someone was on the way.
    â€œWell, my car has been running for over an hour. I’m running out of gas and if you can give me a definite time, I’d be grateful.”
    â€œSir, there’s no way for me to give you a definite time. All I can tell you is that someone will be there soon.”
    I wanted to curse somebody out, but remained calm. Nokea looked worried and I didn’t want to make matters any worse.
    â€œAre you okay?” I asked.
    â€œAs long as we don’t run out of gas, I guess I’m fine.”
    We waited for another fifteen minutes. Shortly after, a police car pulled up behind me. He aimed a bright white light inside of my car.
    â€œI’ll be right back,” I said, getting out of the car.
    I walked up to the police car and the police officer looked scared. “Put your hands up where I can see them,” he ordered.
    I held up my hands and leaned down to talk to him.
    â€œExcuse me officer, but, uh, I got a flat tire. I’ve been waiting for roadside assistance for hours. I wonder if you could tell me where the nearest gas station is.”
    He spoke in a southern tone. “Well, let’s see . . . it’s about ten, maybe twenty miles down the road. I doubt that you’ll get any roadside assistance ’round here. If they haven’t gotten here by now, young fella, they ain’t a coming.”
    Cold as hell, I took a deep breath, showing frustration. “Look,” the officer said. “Why don’t you and the misses get in the car with me? I’ll take you to a gas station and you can have that there tire fixed.”
    It sounded like a