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I reach around, slide my fingers along the crack, then push my middle finger into her ass.

“Aaaaah…aaaaah…uhhhh…ooooh…”

She’s panting, hovering over the edge when I say—in a voice hoarse with lust and emotion, “I don’t want anyone but you, Marika. Don’t ever doubt me. Or us.”

And then I come.

Deep inside.

Filling her with everything I am.

TWENTY-SIX

Marcel

Keyshia Cole’s “Woman to Woman” slowly fades out as I adjust my headset and lean up in my seat. “What’s good, my freak-nasty peeps…if you’re just tuning in to the Tri-state area’s hottest radio station, 93.3 The Heat, sit back…relax…light a candle…pour yourself a glass of your favorite wine…pull out your favorite lube…your favorite toy…or hit up that special someone…and prepare to be stimulated beyond your own imagination as we finish up tonight’s topic: Man sharing. That’s right, peeps. Tonight’s segment goes out to the other woman. The Sideline Ho. The Side Chick. The Mistress. The Jump-off. The Home Wrecker. The One-Time Trick. Eff what ya heard, cheating is real. It’s at an all-time high. And tonight we’re gettin’ down ‘n’ dirty. Is monogamy extinct? Is it nonexistent? Holla at ya boy. Let’s turn up the heat ‘n’ get it in. 212-FreakMe…”

My phone lines are lit up. “Yo, what’s good…you’re on the air…”

“Yo, what’s goodie, MarSell? This L-Rock from East Orange, yo.”

“Aiight, aiight. What’s on ya mind, playboy?”

“Yo, fam. Real shit. Niggahs stay trippin’ wit’ all that love shit. Fuc—bleep a bitch ‘n’ keep fuc—bleep—in’. I don’t have sex to please a bitch. I have sex to get a nut. Feel me? All that extra shit is for the birds, man. I gotta girl ‘n’ three hoes ‘n’ they all know what it is.”

What the fuck this gotta do with the topic? Dumb fuck! “Oh, word? Well, how ’bout you let the listeners know what it is,” I say, shaking my head and rolling my eyes up in my head. These ignorant-ass muhfuckas kill me.

“Man, they all know not to come at me wit’ no bullshit. Feel me? Don’t come to my crib. Don’t step to my girl. Respect my space. And we good. Come outta pocket ‘n’ feel my wrath.”

I glance over at Nina, who has a lollipop stuck between her plump lips. She shakes her head.

“So basically what you’re saying is, ya girl is cool with sharing you with other broads?”

“Hell naw she ain’t cool wit’ it!” he snaps. “But she knows there’s nothin’ she can do about it. I holds it down at home. And I do what I do. I put this good D on ’em ‘n’ turn ’em out. But my girl knows I love her. She knows she’s got my heart. But all these basic broads out here who stupid enough to let muhfuckas like me dig in that ass whenever we want, knowin’ we got a girl at home, can fall back wit’ all that lookin’ for love ish.”

“Oh, aiight. And you don’t think ya girl sitting at home is just as stupid, knowing her man is out doing him?”

“Hell naw! Like I said, she knows what time it is. And my girl ain’t goin’ nowhere, anyway. So what’s ya point, dawg?”

I chuckle, shaking my head. “Yo, the point is, stupid is what stupid does.” I end the call. “Next caller.”

“Hi, MarSell. This is LaToya from New Haven. I’m currently going through this situation right now. I mean, I don’t know if I’m the main chick or the side chick.”

Another silly, rabbit-ass broad. “Yo, why you say that, ma-ma? What’s good?”

She sighs. “Well, I live with my baby father and we have sex like two to three times a week, but on those nights we don’t, it’s because he doesn’t come home. He says he’s out making money, but I go through his phone and find all kinds of naked pictures and dirty text messages from other females. And a few times I got in my car and rode around until I found his car.”

I blink. “Damn, ma-ma. Sounds like you doin’ too much. It’s obvious you aren’t the only one. But you’re still with him. So riddle me this, ma-ma: Are you good with sharing ya man?”

There’s a silent pause.

“Caller, you still there?”

“Y-yes.” Sniffles. “H-he’s even brought females into the house and sexed them while I was in the other room sleep.” She blows her nose. “Sometimes I feel so stupid. But I’m so scared I’ll lose him.”

Sometimes? Really? “Well, babe…like I told the last caller. Stupid is what stupid does. If you choose to allow ya baby father to disrespect you, then you get what you get.”

“So you judging me now? You think I deserve what he’s doing to me?”

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