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Still, it was a nice change of pace from being cooped up in her cell. The stale air was slowly starting to eat away at her lungs. So fresh air was a welcomed break. But she’d be on guard. Ready and alert. Her blade was in her bra, in case anything jumped off. Never sleep on a bitch. Never get too comfortable.
That’s what she’d learned here.
Clitina gave her a sidelong glance. “Why you pay that old bitch, anyway, when I ain’t ask you to?”
Heaven shot her a look. “Did you have her money to pay her?”
Clitina snorted. “Who said I was gonna pay her ass?”
“Well, boo, that old bitch, as you call her, was going to beat your ass real good if you hadn’t settled your debts with her. So, thank you works better.”
She huffed. “That old, country bitch don’t want it with these hands. I’d beat the wrinkles off her ass. I don’t care nothin’ ’bout her killin’ her husband or how many years she been locked up with her ole saggy-ass titties. I’m from the hood, boo. I’d beat her dentures loose.”
Heaven shook her head. This ignorant little bitch. She mentally scolded herself for that thought, no matter how true. It was obvious she was simply a product of her environment. Don’t judge her. Her mother is named after a dick, for Christ’s sake.
So she said, “Being from the hood doesn’t make you the baddest or toughest bitch out in the streets. And definitely not in here.”
Clitina huffed. “Miss Heaven, boom. Hit the floor with it. I’m one of the baddest. You better Google me. My rap sheet on fleek.”
“And that rap sheet on fleek is gonna keep your ass in and out of prisons, hon, if you don’t learn to fall back from the streets and that kind of mentality. The streets and the hood, boo, mean you no good.”
She frowned. “So I’m ’posed to leave the hood? Hit the floor with it. What, a bitch like me gonna do in the ’burbs besides boost in they stores? Yawn. Where they teaching that at? The streets is everything.”
Heaven gave her a sad look. “And those same streets will turn their back on you. Look around you, Tina. Is this the life you want?”
She shrugged. “It ain’t all that bad. Two of my girls in here ‘n’ I’m already cool with a few more bitches. And I ain’t gotta hear dumb-ass Dickalina telling me she gonna put me out unless I pay rent. Where they do that at? Bitch ain’t even payin’ full rent.”
Clitina shook her head. “I mean, I miss my sister ‘n’ my girl, Day’Asia. But being in prison is almost like being on the streets. I just ain’t gotta pay no rent. And anything I want, I can get. If I wanna hang out on the block, I just come out to the yard. If I wanna kick back, I can chill in my cell, or down in the day space. If I wanna turn up ‘n’ have me a drink, I can turn up. If I wanna roll with my girls, they got that here, too. Pills. Dope. Weed. Whatever. You want it, they got it.” She shook her head again. “All I really need is some steady dingaling in my life ‘n’ I’m good.”
Heaven gave her an incredulous look. She’d heard it all. “Bitch, there isn’t shit about being locked up anything like being at home. Nothing. This shit isn’t glamorous.” Heaven swept an arm around the yard. “Look around you. Do you see any dick—or dingaling, as you call it—anywhere out here? No. Unless you’re taking up riding a little-ass clit like it’s one, there is no dick out here for you.”
Clitina waved her on dismissi
vely. “Miss Heaven, hit the floor with it. I ain’t talkin’ about no damn inmate. These bitches can’t do nothin’ for me. I see lots of dick out here—all in uniforms. At least one of ’em gotta want some cootie, or some sloppy top from an inmate from time to time . . .”
This ho will need to have lots of stock in douche kits, Heaven thought as she took her in. She had a gorgeous shape, all boobs and lots of curves, Heaven admitted to herself. Still the stench from her pussy during their first encounter had scarred her. It still lingered in her senses, and came back to haunt her every now and again.
“Anyway. I be seein’ how some of these COs be lookin’, like they ready to fuck. I know they be some horny-ass niggahs workin’ up in here. And you know it, too. Shit. Sometimes I just wanna get my throat wet.”
Well, shit, she had a point—a very valid one. Hell, she was fucking one herself. And anticipated fucking another CO the next opportunity she got. Real soon.
“But, anyway. I ain’t tryna get no sermon today, Miss Heaven,” she stated, cutting into Heaven’s thoughts. “So what I owe you now? Who you need me to slice?”
Heaven gave her a look, an eyebrow rising. “I don’t want you slicing anyone for me . . . right now. But I’ll think of something.”
Clitina spotted her hoodrat friends from 4 East as they made their way around the track again. “Okay. You do that. . . .”
“Tiiiiiinaaaaa!” her friends yelled.
She threw a hand up and waved over at them. “Anyway. All this walking around in circles is corny; ’specially when we ain’t smokin’. I’ll catch you later, Miss Heaven.”
“Later, girl.”
Clitina walked off, cutting across the grass, but then she stopped and called after Heaven. “Miss Heaven?”
Heaven glanced over her shoulder. “Yeah?”
“Next time, don’t be bailin’ no body outta shit. I know how’ta handle a bitch on my own.” And then she trotted off toward her loud, rowdy friends, her ass bouncing in her teenie-weenie shorts.
