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“Whaat? Get out of here. And how do you know this?”
“Oh, she told me. The bitch was bold enough to call me at my office and ask me for permission to fuck him.”
I decide not to mention about our romp in the sheets with her.
“Ohmygod, that scandalous skank!” Jasmine exclaimed. “And you didn’t drag her by the front of her hairline? Oh, hell no.”
“Shh!” I sweep my eyes around the restaurant to make sure no one has overheard Jasmine’s outburst. “I don’t need you broadcasting it to the world.”
“Girl, please. I wish a bitch would. These hoes today are downright treacherous.”
I shake my head. “Tell me about it. The bitch needs to go find her own man.”
“Well,” Jasmine says, reaching for the leather check binder when it’s brought to our table, “at least there’s a bright side to all this.”
I cock my head. Arch a brow. “Oh really? And what’s that?”
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“At least she asked if she could fuck him, instead of going behind your back.”
I buck my eyes. “Are you kidding me? Where they teaching that at?”
She shrugs. “Hey, I’m saying. You know how these trifling hoes are. They’ll smile in your face while trying to screw your man. At least, she wanted permission.” She pauses, glancing at the bill, then sliding her Black Card in the sleeve, closing it.
“Well, trust me. She didn’t get it. And…” I stop talking when the waiter returns to take the check. “I’m not about to hand over my man to her or any other woman.”
She wants to know what makes me think she’s following me. I tell her about her showing up in Atlantic City at the conference.
“And now she’s here.”
Jasmine reaches over and grabs my hand. “It could be another coincidence.”
I shift in my seat. Give her a “yeah-right” look. I glance back over at her, then bring my gaze back to Jasmine. “I don’t know what that bitch is selling, but, trust me, I’m not buying it.”
THIRTY-THREE
Marcel
“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 get into this week’s segment of Creepin’ ‘n’ Freakin’ After Dark. Tonight we’re gonna switch it up a bit ‘n’ do a lil’ Speak Ya Peace segment. That’s right, peeps. Call in ‘n’ express ya’self. I wanna know what’s on ya mind. So let’s turn up the heat ‘n’ get it in. 212-FreakMe…”
As soon as the phone lines light up, I hop right into it, picking up on line two. “Yo, what’s good…you’re on the air. What’s on ya mind?”
“Hi, boo. This is Stacy from Parsippany. I love your show. I listen to it faithfully every week.”
“Oh, cool-cool. Thanks for the love, ma-ma. So what’s on your mind, beautiful?”
She sighs. “Well, I met this guy on a Christian dating website about a month ago. And everything was going real good with us. I was even thinking about giving him a little taste of goodness after Bible study last night, but do you want to know what this heathenish fool had the audacity to say to me?”
I lean up in my seat. “Nah, ma-ma. Tell us.”
“This nasty baboon asked me if he could come over and get him a little taste.”
“Oh okay, okay. But you wanted to give him a lil’ sampler of the goodies anyway, so what’s the problem?”
She huffs. “The problem is, the devil is a boldface lie. I thought I had me a good Christian man with a healthy sexual appetite, but instead I got me some ole nasty freak.”
I roll my eyes up in my head, glancing at the time. I don’t know why the fuck these hoes call in without getting to the muthafuckin’ point.
