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“Twenty-four?” Heaven frow
ned. “Girl, are you that damn desperate for a hard dick? You must be one lonely-ass bitch, fucking some boy that damn young.”
Kareema snorted. “Yeah, okay. Says the bitch in prison. Don’t judge me. Age ain’t nothing but a number.”
Heaven stared at her and wondered why she ever let this ho in her life. It was apparent they never had anything in common. “And what type of work does bae do? He is working, right?”
Kareema shifted in her seat. “Well, no. Not right now. He just got out of the county for child support, I think. Plus, he’s on probation, I believe.”
“Oh, so you think and you believe? Mmph. Great way to start a relationship.”
“Heaven, get over yourself,” Kareema snapped defensively. “Everyone falls on hard times at some point. So stop being so damn self-righteous. If I’m not bothered by it, you shouldn’t be, either. All I care about is how Jah’Mel—my man—treats me. He knows how to handle his . . .”
Heaven fought the urge to yawn. She tried to pay attention to her prattling on about her unemployed boy-toy with the big dick and child support, who made her pussy cream all night.
Still, she smiled again, and tried to pretend to be interested, but—against her will—her mind kept drifting back to that night she’d caught Freedom in their bed giving some other bitch his dick.
“Mmmm, yes, Freedom . . . mmm, fuck me!”
“You like this dick, baby . . .?”
“Yes, yes, yes. Hmmph. Uh. Oooh. It’s so fucking big . . .”
“Yeah, baby . . . Gushy-ass pussy. Take all this dick.”
Why couldn’t he have fucked her at some seedy motel, like he tended to do with all the others? What had been so special about that bitch for him to fuck her down in their bed?
“Girl, are you listening to me?” Kareema’s voice had derailed her train of thought, pulling her back into the moment.
“Huh?”
Kareema rolled her eyes, and said, “I asked you how you’re doing in here?”
“I’m doing ten years, Kareema,” she snapped, glancing around the visiting area. “I’m wearing some raggedy-ass state jumper, and sleeping on some cheap, wafer-thin mattress. And I’m sharing a cell with a white girl who snores like a damn man, and thinks she’s black.”
Her visual tour landed her eyes on Officer Rawlings who was looking over at her. She shifted in her seat, and pretended not to see him. Mmm. So they have him working visits today; his fine ass.
Her eyes landed back on Kareema. “So did you receive any of my letters?”
“Yeah, I got them,” Kareema stated nonchalantly. “I’ve just been on the move; you know how it is.”
Heaven twisted her lips. “Uh-huh. Yeah, I know how it is.” She gave her a hard stare. “But I bet if I had a big hard dick, you would have been quick to press one, then be all in my ear about how much you miss me fucking you. Girl, bye.”
Kareema sucked her teeth. “I’m here now, aren’t I?”
Heaven stared stonily at her. “Hon, don’t think you’re here doing me some favor. I—”
“Wait a minute, ho,” she huffed. “I ain’t put your ass here. So I’m not obligated to jail with ya ass. We girls ‘n’ all, but you ain’t my man.” She didn’t want to come see this bitch, any-fucking-way. But she’d been sent, so here she sat. I can’t wait for this shit to be over with, she thought, glancing at her watch.
“Bitch, and even if you had a dick and were the last bitch on earth,” Heaven snapped. “You could never be my man. Now be clear on that. And since we’re talking so candid, know this: the only reason you stay halfway relevant any-damn-way is because of your mouth game. All you’re good for is a backseat dick suck and some alleyway ass. So don’t even come up here and try to shine on me.”
Kareema’s eyes widened. “What the—”
“Bitch, don’t say shit else, except for why the hell you really came here.”
“Well, since you wanna be all fuckin’ rude ‘n’ shit. I really came up here to pass on a message.”
Heaven blinked. “And what message might that be?”
