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thirteen. Rapping is not for me. I could never get on stage and perform like that. I’m more of a behind-the-scenes type of chick. I’m good without the fame. I already got my share of it. All I want is my check, you feel me?” Jewel chuckled.
    â€œI heard that. You already got your fame, huh? A’ight, Miss Local Celebrity.” I laughed.
    Jewel snapped back, “No, baby. I’m a star wherever I go.”
    â€œDamn, girl. One thing about you that I’m gonna have to get used to is that mouth.” I shook my head, wondering if it was really possible for me to get used to it.
    â€œThat’s me. You have to accept everything about me, smart mouth and all. Take it or leave it. I put it all out there straight, no chaser. Now it’s up to you to decide what you want.”
    â€œI’ll take it.” I laughed, knowing I could break her little ass down to Reese’s Pieces in a matter of days.
    Jewel joined in on my laughter. “I know.”
    Time passed by quickly as we talked and laughed together, and before I knew it, we were at the Williamsburg Outlet. I parked and opened the door for Jewel.
    â€œWhat store do you want to start at first?” she asked.
    â€œLead the way. I’m with you,” I replied with a smile that consisted of a upper blue and white diamond grill.
    I followed Jewel as she headed to our first stop, the BCBG store. Next, we hit Michael Kors. Then we hit a few stores for me, like the Timberland store, Cole Haan, Izod, Nike Factory, and Vans. After that, we were back to Jewel’s picks, Guess, Coach, Perfume World, and Sunglass World. Knowing that Jewel was watching my every move, I didn’t complain the entire time. I never even lifted an eyebrow, no matter how much her total ran up to.
    â€œBefore we leave, I want to hit Gymboree and Nautica,” Jewel requested.
    â€œGymboree? Isn’t that a kids’ store?”
    â€œYes, it is.”
    â€œI didn’t know you had kids,” I stated.
    â€œI don’t.”
    With a puzzled look on my face, I began to wonder if Jewel was straight trying to play me for a sucker. I watched as she picked up little girls’ clothing, two of each. My first reaction was to cuss her ass out, but I chose to roll with it. I figured at least I could get a fuck out of it, if nothing else. I prepared to pay as we reached the counter.
    â€œThank you for your generosity, but I got this one.”
    Jewel’s response surprised me. “So who’s it for?” I asked out of curiosity.
    â€œTouch’s twin girls.”
    â€œOh yeah? Y’all tight like that?”
    â€œYep! Tighter than these jeans I have on.” Jewel laughed.
    As I watched her ass bounce with each step, I thought, Damn! And my nigga ain’t never tried to fuck that?
    â€œI want cookies and cream on a waffle cone,” she said like a kid at the ice cream truck as we passed Ben & Jerry’s.
    â€œCome on, baby, I know you don’t want that junk. I’m in the mood for steak.” I looked at my watch.
    â€œOkay,” she quickly agreed. “Steak is better than ice cream on any day.”
    â€œUnless that day happens to be the day you get your tonsils taken out.” We both laughed.
    â€œSo, are we eating here or back near the beach?” Jewel asked as we loaded the bags into the trunk of the car.
    â€œIt’s up to you.”
    â€œUmmm, the beach. I don’t know much about this area, except the outlet stores.”
    â€œOkay.” I took her right hand and kissed it. “Well, let’s go get lady Jewel her filet mignon.”

Chapter 4
    â€œBaby Momma Drama”
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    I spotted my homeboy Calico as soon as I walked through the door of Mo Dean’s Jamaican Restaurant and Lounge. “What up, ace.”
    â€œWhat up, fool.” He gave me a hardy pound and pat on the back. “Yo, I’ma tell you right now, your fucking baby momma in