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       “I will be there by noon on Friday, but wait don’t you live in the dorms?” Hell, I damn sho ain’t gonna be on fucking in nobodies dorm room. I am a freak but umm, no I will pass. “No, I have a small apartment that I rent out, so whenever I want to have a party, or just want some me time, I go there on the weekends,” she said. “Okay then, I will see you in a few days around noon Jazzi. Oh, I am glad you called.” Now I am all smiles and shit, but still cool. I guess because I know she has a man, but yet she wants me at least for the weekend. I just hope ol’ boy and I, never cross paths. I won’t fight over no pussy, but I will kick a niggas ass for stepping to me the wrong way. Bullshit ain’t bout nothing, but I do know how niggas get over pussy and a pretty face. “Talk to you soon.”
                                                                               
       I can’t believe I am in NYC for a chick. Man, my boys will clown my ass, if they knew this shit. Hey, what they don’t know, They can’t clown me for. One bag packed; a couple pairs of jeans, shirts and draws, and I keep the crispy Nike joints on deck. She has texted me, gave me the address and everything already. I just landed thirty minutes ago; hopping in a yellow cab, shouting from the back seat, giving him the address, looking out the window. The fucking streets was crowded as hell.
      It was wall to wall people on the streets, and the cars was bumper to bumper. This shit is crazy! I will take the Dan Ryan back in Chicago any day. This motherfucking cab swerving hard, and shit. I mean I know he know the streets and what not, but damn he can slow down. Slapping that cabbie a dub I took out, I got out and slammed the door. I wanted to cuss him out for driving so damn reckless, but damn it! I am on a mission right now, and hell! Everyone knows that when pussy talks most guys listen.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Goldie 9
    Damn baby! This is my third time texting you. Umm you need to hit me now! I bet that’s my last damn time texting her ass, and she wonder why I am always suspicious of her ass all of a sudden. She done got real motherfucking sneaky and shit. Always saying she with her girls. She need girl time and shit. What the hell she need is to be here with me and Rasheeda. I can’t believe this shit! I am in the house, and now she out. This shit has been going on for weeks. I bet I put a stop to this shit as soon as she get home. As soon as I pick my phone up, it chimes letting me know I got a text. Damn near dropped the fucking phone trying to see who texted me.
       Hey baby, I just saw your message. I will be home in five minutes, coming around the corner now. Five minutes. Yeah we gonna see as soon as she walks in. Got me sitting my ass on the couch, bouncing one leg like a fucking crack head with a drink in my hand, and it’s only nine at night. Man, when I heard the fucking keys, I sprang up from the couch, and was on beast mode. When she entered the corridor, it took everything in me not to start cussing her ass out. I stood at the entrance watching her every move like a fucking hawk. The way she hung her jacket up, kicked off her fuck me pumps, laid her purse down on the navy blue chair beside the coat rack, which was immediately to the left as you walked through the door.  
       “Hey babe.” Did she just throw the “Hey babe” at me like it was nothing and she’s been gone practically all damn day? “Hey baby, where the hell you been?” I wanted to cuss her ass out right then and there, but I’ll wait and see how this thing gonna play out first. “Since when did you start questioning me about my whereabouts?” She asked. “When I sensed you been lying to me about where the fuck you been!” Okay, I gotta stay calm because the shit that is running through my mind, makes me see how motherfuckers can end up on the First 48.