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Since I’d already unlocked it for Craig to come in, I yelled for him to do just that.  Ginger didn’t even have time enough to rise up. And when she did, all she could so was looked over at him with my dick in her hand.
    Craig slowly walked in, closing the door behind him.  Ginger shot up like a rocket and I reached down to zip my pants. 
    “What the fuck up with you?” he spat with spit flying from his mouth.
    Ginger reached for the towel, covering herself with it. “I told you to call before you came over here, didn’t I?”
    “I did call! But, what the fuck up with you sucking this nigga’s dick!”
    “Hey, look, leave me out of it,” I said, holding up my hands. “I thought Ginger told you what was going down between us.”
    “She ain’t told me shit!” Craig cocked his neck from side to side, eyeing Ginger. “So, that’s how it is?  You gon play me like that?”
    Ginger didn’t have much to say and she kept fidgeting. “I…I told you to call, Craig.”
    “Bitch, I did call!  Just answer the fuckin’ question!”
    She walked to the door and stood by it. “Craig, please leave.  Don’t be coming over here calling me out of my motherfucking name!”
    “I’ll call you what the fuck I wanna call you!” He opened the door. “And tell your bitch ass son don’t be playing games with me!  He knew damn well you had company!”
    His words sparked a nerve.  I hopped up, grabbing his shirt to pull him back inside.  While tightly holding the back of his neck, I pressed his face hard against the door.
    “That’s my fucking son you talking about, nigga! She ain’t gotta tell him shit!  If you ever bring your ass around here again, disrespecting him or his mama, you gon have to answer to me!”
    After I slammed his face into the back of the door a few times, I opened it and pushed his ass outside.  He staggered while mouthing a bunch of bullshit to me.
    “You punk ass fool! Don’t you ever put your goddamn hands on me again!”
    I was about to reach for my gun, but I saw Desmon pulling up in his car with another companion.  They got out and walked towards the door.  He looked at Craig, then brushed up against me as he walked inside.  Ginger pulled me away from the door and closed it.
    “Looks like Daddy done got himself into some more trouble. Geesh, man, I may eventually learn a lot from you. Keep it up,” Desmon chuckled. I was too upset to entertain him, so I ignored him.
    Ginger turned me around to face her. “You need to calm down,” she said.  “Craig is only a friend of mine who…”
    “I don’t give a fuck who he is!  Ju...just go put your damn clothes on so we can go!”
    She rolled her eyes at me, said hello to Samantha and left the room.  Still fucking with me, Desmon held the smirk on his face. He sat on the couch and proceeded to roll up a joint. I watched as he sniffed it, lit it up and placed it between his lips.  He took a few hits and passed it to Samantha.  She shook her head, so he took the initiative to reach out and pass it to me. I walked up to him, smacking the joint out of his hand.
    “This place ain’t big enough for the two of us.  Something’s got to give, or somebody’s got to go,” I said calmly.
    He picked the joint up off the floor, putting it back into his mouth and lighting it again. He sucked in the smoke, then swallowed. “You’re right,” he said, nodding.  “For the first time, we agree. You really should go, especially since you and Mom’s boyfriends can’t seem to get along.  Now that you’ve messed up her money, she’s bound to kick you out. And from what I hear, sex doesn’t keep a woman in this day and age.  Ten years ago, maybe.  But, time moved on without you.  And as soon as you realize that, I think you’ll be okay.”
    “Maybe time has moved on without me, but it’s never too late to make things right.  If you give me a chance, I promise you won’t regret it.”
    Desmon looked at Samantha, “Let’s go