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completely missed the hole at close range. “Yeah, but buying Tiger Woods golf clubs does not make you Tiger Woods.”
    Miles looked at his ball and shook his head in agreement. “True, that.” He turned to face his brother. “I hope you feel better than you look.”
    â€œNo, I look like crap, and I feel the same way.” James let out a fake laugh. “I need a T-shirt that says, ‘If it ain’t one thing, it’s another’ in bold red letters.”
    â€œSo what are you doing out here?” Miles asked. “Doesn’t somebody need to be arrested?”
    â€œI quit.”
    â€œWhat?”
    â€œWhat do you mean, ‘what’?” James asked. “You have been trying to get me to quit the department for years and go into business with you.”
    â€œYeah, and you have been telling me no for years too.”
    â€œWell, things have changed.”
    Miles looked away. “I’m really sorry about that. Man, I would have never guessed. I was just trying to test out the business.”
    â€œDon’t trip, little brotha, everything happens for a reason. I’m not going to try to lie. I can’t believe Raquel. But I’m going to give her something she will never forget.”
    â€œYou remember that time old girl tried to play me?” Miles asked.
    â€œYeah, you got her good, didn’t you? Getting her girl to tape her admitting she was trying to put a baby on you that wasn’t yours?”
    â€œI would have never thought Raquel was like that.”
    â€œIt’s just like our pops used to say,” James shouted, “women ain’t good but for one thing!”
    They laughed and exchanged a closed-fist pound shake.
    â€œYou ought to get her back for this. I mean real good.” Miles slammed his golf club into the grass. “You have been robbed.”
    James stood up straight and tilted his sunglasses in Miles’s direction. “Believe me, brotha, the plan I got is going to go down in the history books. While I beat you, hole after hole, I’ll tell you all about it.”

Chapter 7
    â€œHello, gentlemen.” James watched as his class of middle-aged men turned around in their chairs and faced him. Instantly their chattering voices ceased and they sat up straight in their chairs.
    James almost felt sorry for them. There isn’t anything more pathetic than a grown man who needs help getting a woman. They come in every week, most of them early, hoping to get a seat near the front. They act like if they can get close enough to him, perhaps some of his magic would rub off on them.
    The Adult Learning Catalog listed dozens of teachers who thought they could teach everything from “How to Sell a Home” to “How to Write a Book in a Year.” James’s class was “How to Get Any Woman You Want.”
    James started teaching the class on a dare. One of his former classmates wanted to see if James was playa enough to teach his skills to a group of losers. At first, James declined, claiming he didn’t have time due to graduate school. However, James changed his mind when he started failing one of his courses. He dropped out of graduate school and paid the $250 to have the description of the class, cost, and location placed in The Adult Learning Catalog . The catalog, in turn, promised to distribute the information about James’s class all over town.
    From the first day he started teaching it four years ago, the class had been overbooked each quarter. His ex-students wrote recommendations: James is a genius, or I finally got that blonde at work to need me, like I needed her, or This class saved my life. I hadn’t been on a date in a year, now I date three or four times a week, with women more beautiful than I could have imagined.
    James had expected to stop teaching after his wedding, but now, as he glanced at his notes, he was glad he had not mentioned getting married to the men in